Title: Shocked
Authors: Dea Brynhild Ensomhet Spikess
Pairing: Spander
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Buffy or Angel cast/crew/characters/plotlines/etc.
Author's Notes: This was written for "MoodRings - 132 Celebrations of Spander", which is located on my website, under "Looks Like Lobster", under "Big Maypole Fish Thing", under "Series".

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God, he still can't fully grasp the concept. Last night is so fucking surreal, like a good dream, and when you wake up you're disappointed 'cause it wasn't true. He's still waiting to wake up. A tiny voice in the back of his mind keeps chanting "Ohmygodohmygod."

He goes through the morning routine - get up, shower, get dressed. Good, mindless activities. He pours cereal and milk automatically, spoon to his mouth before his mind catches up.

The cereal tastes more chocolatey than usual. Spike loves me. Gotta remember to pick up some more milk on the way home. Spike loves me. Scooby meeting tonight also, can't be late. Spike loves me. I wonder if I should get my hair cut. Spike loves me.

He goes to work, and this knot of fluttery tension stays in the pit of his stomach. There's like this bubble around him, as if he could shatter any moment, as if blinders have been taken off and he can suddenly see. He feels as if he could radiate sunshine, except that would be bad, because then Spike wouldn't be able to touch him...

Oh god. Spike touching him. They've never even held hands before, and now he's wondering when the smoochies are going to begin. And then his mind immediately goes to naked, sweating, glistening bodies...

He smashes his thumb with a hammer accidently, and curses at his distraction. Then he remembers what he was thinking about, and he can't help the soft, slightly sappy grin from forming. Spike loves me.

He wants to cry it from the roof of the Bronze. He wants to yell at his co-workers, who are so oblivious and doing their jobs as if it's just another day. He wants to scream, Don't you know? Can't you tell just by looking at me? Spike loves me.

And he doesn't know if he loves Spike back, but he does love spending time with him, and he wants to explore this thing. With Spike. Who loves him.

Spike loves me.

It's a beautiful day.

The End.

A/N: This was just written as a one-shot. I doubt I'll write a sequel.