Disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing drabbles and stories about them. They belong to the God of television (Joss Whedon)
Notes: written for spander132
“Umph …” Spike rolled over, his body instinctively searching out for the warmth of Xander. When he couldn’t find Xander, Spike sat up in bed and looked around. He found Xander coming out of the bathroom, barefoot and shirtless with just his jeans on. “What are you doing way over there?”
“The boss called, and he needs me to go to the site. He has to go over to the main offices, but doesn’t trust the crew enough to leave them alone. So, I am going over there to oversee until he gets back,” Xander said, throwing a shirt on, and grabbing socks. He looked over at the bed to see Spike laying there, eyes lowered, arms crossed. “Don’t be a grumpy Gus. I will be home as soon as I can.”
Spike just sat there. “I don’t like you leaving in the middle of the night... Whelp” Spike added with a grin.
Xander glanced outside, and noticed the height of the sun. Of course, it was the middle of the night for Spike. Xander crawled up the bed, and laid his head on top of Spike’s arms, looking up into Spike’s eyes. “I’m sorry baby. I know you don’t like it when I leave, and I promise that I will be home as soon as I can. Pull that lip in before someone trips on it.” Spike had pushed the lip out to try to keep Xander in bed.
Sighing, Spike pulled his lip in. He hated being so grumpy. Of course, before Xander, he was never really grumpy. Life with Xander had changed him. But it had changed him for the better.
“I’ll have dinner waiting for you ... and desert,” Spike said with a smile. Xander watched as Spike caressed himself, an evil grin on his face. Xander walked over, gave him a kiss, and left for work, adjusting himself on the way out the door.
Spike suddenly wasn’t grumpy anymore.
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