I Blame the Dutch (mpoetess) wrote,
I Blame the Dutch
mpoetess

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Drabbleness

(For this week's challenge at slashthedrabble)


Wake-Up Call.
Spike/Xander, PG.

Xander's making waffles. The scent drizzles slowly into Spike's cocoon of covers; he lies there baking in it. Warm blankets, warm bread, warm oil on the waffle iron. Xander's voice mangling what used to be a Rodgers and Hammerstein tune. Spike could -- should -- go out and join him. Juice and coffee and maple syrup poured into each little square. He should. Getting up in the morning; it's what people do.

But just another minute, just another chorus. Just waiting for--

Dip in the bed, arms round his waist. Warm, sweet breath on his cheek. "Breakfast is getting cold."

"Let it."
Tags: fic-posted, spike/xander-fic
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