Fic: No! Not... PAPERWORK! *Psycho music*
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umbralilliumAuthor: Dani
Title: No! Not… PAPERWORK! *Psycho music*
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: FRT
Feedback: always welcome
Concrit: in comments
Disclaimer: They are not mine. If they were, they'd be tied naked to my bed… *cough* yeah.
Warnings/Squicks: If you actually like paperwork, don't tell me. I will likely hunt you down and thwap you with a fish.
Summary: Xander complains to Spike about the evils of paperwork.
Previous chapters: none
Notes: I was just sitting at my computer, talking to Em, minding my own business when POW! This plot bunny bit me. I blame it ALL on the bunny.
Xander sat on his couch, various papers spread out over his coffee table, a pen in one hand, the other running through his hair every thirty seconds, grumbling curses under his breath. "Stupid corp-rats. *grumblegrumblegrumble* Making me do fucking paperwork on my only free weekend this month. *grumblecursegrumble*"
Spike was leaning in the doorway from the bedroom, arms crossed over his chest, staring at his mate, completely silent, for once, and also completely naked.
The silence stretched out over several minutes, Spike still staring at Xander and Xander still staring at the paperwork on the table. Finally, Xander couldn't take the staring anymore. "Damn it, Spike! Either talk or stop staring at me, you're breaking my concentration." He fairly growled out without looking at Spike. "Either way, just fucking well do something."
If Xander had been looking at his mate, he would have trembled at the grin that spread across Spike's face. On silent feet, Spike crossed the room to the couch. Climbing onto the couch, he moved closer to Xander until he was wrapped around him from behind, his erect cock pressing into Xander's back. "What kind of somethin' did ya have in mind, Xan?" he purred as he trailed kisses along Xander's neck.
Xander visibly shivered. "Spike." He moaned. "I really need to get this paperwork done."
"Fuck the paperwork." Xander could feel Spike's grin against his neck. "Better yet, fuck me."
Spike snickered as Xander gulped audibly. "Gods, Spike."
Gently, Spike plucked the pen from Xander's lax fingers and set it on the table.
Title: No! Not… PAPERWORK! *Psycho music*
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: FRT
Feedback: always welcome
Concrit: in comments
Disclaimer: They are not mine. If they were, they'd be tied naked to my bed… *cough* yeah.
Warnings/Squicks: If you actually like paperwork, don't tell me. I will likely hunt you down and thwap you with a fish.
Summary: Xander complains to Spike about the evils of paperwork.
Previous chapters: none
Notes: I was just sitting at my computer, talking to Em, minding my own business when POW! This plot bunny bit me. I blame it ALL on the bunny.
Xander sat on his couch, various papers spread out over his coffee table, a pen in one hand, the other running through his hair every thirty seconds, grumbling curses under his breath. "Stupid corp-rats. *grumblegrumblegrumble* Making me do fucking paperwork on my only free weekend this month. *grumblecursegrumble*"
Spike was leaning in the doorway from the bedroom, arms crossed over his chest, staring at his mate, completely silent, for once, and also completely naked.
The silence stretched out over several minutes, Spike still staring at Xander and Xander still staring at the paperwork on the table. Finally, Xander couldn't take the staring anymore. "Damn it, Spike! Either talk or stop staring at me, you're breaking my concentration." He fairly growled out without looking at Spike. "Either way, just fucking well do something."
If Xander had been looking at his mate, he would have trembled at the grin that spread across Spike's face. On silent feet, Spike crossed the room to the couch. Climbing onto the couch, he moved closer to Xander until he was wrapped around him from behind, his erect cock pressing into Xander's back. "What kind of somethin' did ya have in mind, Xan?" he purred as he trailed kisses along Xander's neck.
Xander visibly shivered. "Spike." He moaned. "I really need to get this paperwork done."
"Fuck the paperwork." Xander could feel Spike's grin against his neck. "Better yet, fuck me."
Spike snickered as Xander gulped audibly. "Gods, Spike."
Gently, Spike plucked the pen from Xander's lax fingers and set it on the table.
