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Happy Birthday! I bring a humble drabble...
First:
Happy Birthday
I hope you have a wonderful day with lots of homemade cards etc and a babysitter tonight! :)
Trying to think back, I think you were probably one of my first friends - I can't remember how I found you, but it was just around the time when you had Puckalina, and I was incredibly impressed with how organised you were! Also it was fun to find someone who wrote about their children! :) Anyway, I'm so glad that I got to know you - you have most definitely enriched my life!
I didn't think I'd be able to write you a birthday fic, since all the plotbunnies are otherwise occupied, but looking through my 'discarded bits of fic' folder yesterday I came across this little scene, originally from 'Maybe Someday' - only it almost works better as a standalone. So with a tiny bit of editing and a superfast beta from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kathyh, I can now present a 200 word birthday drabble for you! :)
It is Spuffy, post-NFA and the setting is Buffy's flat, with Spike, Angel and Buffy. Spike is looking through her weapons chest, and finds something he likes...
Silence is golden
“Oh, chains ! Nice ones too!”
As Spike slowly let the links pass through his hands, appreciating their strength, he thought out loud: “Buffy - why do so many of our memories involve chains?”
Then turning to her he grinned: “Do you remember the bathtub?”
Chuckling she walked over to him. “Do I remember? How could I forget?”
He slowly shook his head, mirth in his expression. “Damn you were such a tease - that thing you did with your neck...”
Standing face to face, eyes locked in each other, they were lost to memories until they heard a strangely strangled sound. Looking up they saw Angel desperately trying to look as though he was interested in a tv-magazine. Biting back laughter, Buffy and Spike tried to explain: “It was a really long time ago..” “I was tied up Giles’ bathtub, very uncomfortable...” “He was just being grumpy because he could only have pig’s blood...” Angel looked up. “Don’t. Don’t explain. I don’t want to know.”
Buffy still felt the need to justify herself: “But it was all innocent! Not like the time-”
She stopped just a little too late.
Spike put a hand on her arm. “Probably better to leave it, love...”
Happy Birthday
scarlettgirl!!!!!!!
I hope you have a wonderful day with lots of homemade cards etc and a babysitter tonight! :)
Trying to think back, I think you were probably one of my first friends - I can't remember how I found you, but it was just around the time when you had Puckalina, and I was incredibly impressed with how organised you were! Also it was fun to find someone who wrote about their children! :) Anyway, I'm so glad that I got to know you - you have most definitely enriched my life!
I didn't think I'd be able to write you a birthday fic, since all the plotbunnies are otherwise occupied, but looking through my 'discarded bits of fic' folder yesterday I came across this little scene, originally from 'Maybe Someday' - only it almost works better as a standalone. So with a tiny bit of editing and a superfast beta from
kathyh, I can now present a 200 word birthday drabble for you! :)It is Spuffy, post-NFA and the setting is Buffy's flat, with Spike, Angel and Buffy. Spike is looking through her weapons chest, and finds something he likes...
Silence is golden
“Oh, chains ! Nice ones too!”
As Spike slowly let the links pass through his hands, appreciating their strength, he thought out loud: “Buffy - why do so many of our memories involve chains?”
Then turning to her he grinned: “Do you remember the bathtub?”
Chuckling she walked over to him. “Do I remember? How could I forget?”
He slowly shook his head, mirth in his expression. “Damn you were such a tease - that thing you did with your neck...”
Standing face to face, eyes locked in each other, they were lost to memories until they heard a strangely strangled sound. Looking up they saw Angel desperately trying to look as though he was interested in a tv-magazine. Biting back laughter, Buffy and Spike tried to explain: “It was a really long time ago..” “I was tied up Giles’ bathtub, very uncomfortable...” “He was just being grumpy because he could only have pig’s blood...” Angel looked up. “Don’t. Don’t explain. I don’t want to know.”
Buffy still felt the need to justify herself: “But it was all innocent! Not like the time-”
She stopped just a little too late.
Spike put a hand on her arm. “Probably better to leave it, love...”
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Reading your posts always put a smile on my face.
Really? ::basks:: And I still have two months left for sorting everything out, so I'm not all that busy - yet!
Anyway, have a wonderful day!
::hugs you back::