Crash and Burn, Part II - Random Out-of-Sync Scene 1
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Toweling his hair, Spike walked out of the bathroom, opened the underwear drawer and noticed a girl in the room. A girl who was decidedly not Buffy. Bore a slight resemblance, though. Especially when she looked at him like that.
Dawn folded her arms and cocked her head, waiting for an explanation.
Warily, Spike broke the ice with, "You must be the sister."
"I must. What must you be?"
He nodded. Cat was out of the bag, no point trying to hide it now. "Secret boyfriend."
Dawn gave him a suspicious once-over. "You don't seem like her type."
"Yeah. I get that a lot." He shifted. "Mostly from her."
"Are you living here?"
"Not... permanently."
"How old are you?"
"Look, will you be tattling to Pop anytime soon? If so, I'd like to get my pants on and have a running start."
"Tattle and lose the best bargaining chip ever? Shyeah." Before he knew what she was doing, she'd taken a picture of him with her phone, showed it to him and proudly proclaimed, "Buffy's gonna be doing all my homework from today until the end of time."
Spike had a feeling he'd be doing it, actually. "Staying in school that long, are you?"
"I am now."
The sliding door slung open, and it was big sister's turn to be in shock. "Dawn?"
"Hi, Buffy!" she said sunnily. "I just met your live-in lover. Your half-naked, way older live-in lover who you probably have gross disgusting sex with every night. P.S., I totally knew it."
Flashed the blackmail photo, Buffy surrendered. "What do you want?"
"Homework for life," Spike supplied.
"I see."
"And I want your purple ankle boots."
Buffy gasped.
"And--"
"No! No 'and'! You already had one and."
"You've been hiding a boy in the cabana, Buffy. I can 'and' all I want. AND," Dawn repeated, drunk with power, "I want your baby-blue halter dress."
Spike gasped.
Buffy looked at him.
"Isn't that the one you had on when we met? Swirly print, touch of indigo underneath, rode up way too high when you sat down?"
"You remember my dress?"
"I'll remember that dress as long as I breathe."
She would have jumped him right then if her sister wasn't in the room.
"Ew! Forget the blue dress, then. I'll take the yellow one."
"You don't want that one," Buffy and Spike said together. "Trust me."
Dawn wrinkled her nose. "Whichever one you haven't gotten sweaty in. God."
"Yeah, good luck finding--" He stopped talking when Buffy smacked his chest.
"Are we through, Devil Spawn?"
"No. I want you to be nicer to me. No more 'Devil Spawn', from now on you will refer to me as 'Your Awesomeness'. Also, I want you to bring me breakfast in bed like it's my birthday. For a week."
"Okay, now you're taking crazy pills."
Dawn spoke to her cell phone. "Speed Dial Dad." Ring riiing...
Buffy grabbed the phone, clicked it off. "Fine! I'll be your breakfast-bringing BFF as long as you promise to never tell him."
"Don't forget the homework and the chauffering."
"Chauffering?"
"I know, that's still not enough, right? Don't worry, I'm sure I'll think of more."
Buffy tried to count to ten, but only got so far as three. "Get out."
"Now, love," Spike reminded her. "Be nicer."
She put on a giant, fake smile. "Get out. Please." When that didn't work, she rolled her eyes. "Your Awesomeness."
"Okay! If you need me, I'll be in your room, trying on all your clothes and using your computer. See ya!"
"So," Buffy said after she was gone, "That happened."
"Yeah," he said thoughtfully, "Is it too soon to rip off your clothes, you think?"
"I'd give it a few minutes," she said, fidgeting. "Or, you know, now."
- End Scene -
Crash and Burn
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| пятница, 31 декабря 2010