Fred fluttered her eyes a bit as she looked around her bedroom, her head pounding in extream pain. She was sleeping soundly in her bed, completely nude and hung over. She shook her head trying to remember how she got back.... She moved over a bit in her bed bumping into the pillow behind her which seemed to move farther to the side on it's own.....
Spike slowly awoke but didn't open his eyes. He assumed he was back in his little basement appartment and just fell asleep drunk as sin after so much whiskey with Fred. He moved a bit behind him and felt something jab him in his side and thought it was an ax or something that he had accidently left on his bed while laying out weapons the night before to go Patroling.
Fred moved her hand back and ran her finger across the back of the pillow and pulled it back after she felt roomtemp. flesh and slientely 'eeped' to herself really not wanting to look behind her. She had an idea of what was there, but hoped to god it was just the hangover making her think that. " Please no no no...." She said slowly turning around....
Spike felt something run down his spin and shuddered jolting his eyes open as he looked around the room he was in, full of science books, papers, and a few Dixy Chicks posters. He only knew one person who liked the Dixy Chicks and had a horrible thought. " No way...." As he slowly turned around to look behind him.
" SPIKE?!?!?!"
" FRED?!?!?!"
The two looked at each other wide eyed and in compelte shock as they sat up in bed, Fred grabbing a bunch of covers to cover her bare chest.
" What the hell are you doing in my bed?!?!" Fred screamed at Spike trying to back away as far away from Spike as she possibly could without reivialing herself to him.
" I dunno! I just woke up!" Spike said trying to remember of last nights events. " Do you remember anything that happened last night after we got drunk?"
" No.... You don't think we? Ya know...."
" No.... No way." They stared at each other for a few minutes then ducked away to see if they were wearing anything under the sheets. " Boxers. Thank the lord." He shook his head looking at Fred who was pale.
" N-nothing...." she said a bit silently, but Spike' super hearing could pick it up.
" Really?" Spike said taking a look under the covers but Fred slapped him. " Hey we probably shagged, so I have the right to look."
" Shut up! We never had sex!" She said shuddering a bit. Spike whinced a bit and moved his back up pulling out a long black leather whip.
" Well.... That might explain some...."
THE END
Spike slowly awoke but didn't open his eyes. He assumed he was back in his little basement appartment and just fell asleep drunk as sin after so much whiskey with Fred. He moved a bit behind him and felt something jab him in his side and thought it was an ax or something that he had accidently left on his bed while laying out weapons the night before to go Patroling.
Fred moved her hand back and ran her finger across the back of the pillow and pulled it back after she felt roomtemp. flesh and slientely 'eeped' to herself really not wanting to look behind her. She had an idea of what was there, but hoped to god it was just the hangover making her think that. " Please no no no...." She said slowly turning around....
Spike felt something run down his spin and shuddered jolting his eyes open as he looked around the room he was in, full of science books, papers, and a few Dixy Chicks posters. He only knew one person who liked the Dixy Chicks and had a horrible thought. " No way...." As he slowly turned around to look behind him.
" SPIKE?!?!?!"
" FRED?!?!?!"
The two looked at each other wide eyed and in compelte shock as they sat up in bed, Fred grabbing a bunch of covers to cover her bare chest.
" What the hell are you doing in my bed?!?!" Fred screamed at Spike trying to back away as far away from Spike as she possibly could without reivialing herself to him.
" I dunno! I just woke up!" Spike said trying to remember of last nights events. " Do you remember anything that happened last night after we got drunk?"
" No.... You don't think we? Ya know...."
" No.... No way." They stared at each other for a few minutes then ducked away to see if they were wearing anything under the sheets. " Boxers. Thank the lord." He shook his head looking at Fred who was pale.
" N-nothing...." she said a bit silently, but Spike' super hearing could pick it up.
" Really?" Spike said taking a look under the covers but Fred slapped him. " Hey we probably shagged, so I have the right to look."
" Shut up! We never had sex!" She said shuddering a bit. Spike whinced a bit and moved his back up pulling out a long black leather whip.
" Well.... That might explain some...."
THE END