darkhavens (darkhavens) wrote,

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[ficlet] Baby's Spaghetti Sauce

So, I'm busily trying to write chapter six of Step by Step, which necessitates the boys being nekkid and groiny, and all Spike can do is talk about his recipe for spaghetti and meatballs.

Serves me right for trying to write while I was hungry, I suppose.

I'll have to do that more often. :op

Author: darkhavens
Title: Baby's Spaghetti Sauce
Pairing: could only ever be X/S
Disclaimer: Not mine. I just borrow them occasionally
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Chipped Spike (assumed); Willow and Tara together; Dawn exists
E-Mail: darkhavens

Baby's Spaghetti Sauce

"I know you want everyone to know that you cooked. Hells, I want everyone to know that you cooked! I just think that we should wait to tell them until after they've eaten." Xander studied the stubborn look on his lover's face.

"Please, Baby..." Spike's expression went from stubborn to stunned in less than a second.


Spike blinked.

"Spike, are you okay?"

Blink. "You called me 'Baby'."

Xander blinked.

"Uh... yeah. I'm... sorry?"

With a growl, spike launched himself across the kitchen and pinned his boy to the wall. "You'd better not be, Pet. That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever called me. It's the sweetest thing you've ever called me."

Hands wrapping tightly around the vampire's back, Xander grinned. "You think it's sweet when I call you a blood-soaked psychopath."

Squirming closer, Spike tucked his head into the curve between shoulder and neck and let his mate's heartbeat calm him.



Sigh. Pout. "I said, I've never been anybody's baby before. Means somethin', that does."

"Oh." Xander was stunned. He knew his vampire was a highly emotional creature, easily touched or hurt by a word from the right person, but it still took him by surprise to realise that he was the right person. That a word from him could cause such a reaction continued to amaze him.

He tried to find the right words again.

"Damn right it means something. It means I love you enough to put up with bloodbreath; demon entrails dripped on the carpet; being woken up at 3am on a work night cos it's the middle of the day for you and you're boooooooooored; even listening to you reminisce about 'the good old days' with Angelus and Dru without flinching... much. It means I love you more than anyone else in any dimension, enough to use a pet name I would have choked on this time last year, because I wasn't with you then." He sniffed. "And if you still want to let the Scoobies know who cooked the spaghetti sauce you'd better get back to it before it burns."


"I'm stuffed." Buffy grinned at Xander. "I don't know where you learned to cook, but you'll have to do it more often. That sauce was delicious!"

Giles nodded in agreement. "And those meatballs were delectable, Xander. You'll have to give me the recipe."

"Actually, guys..." Xander looked to his right and saw the gleeful look in his love's eyes. "Spike, you wanna tell them?"

"Dru's favorite meal, that was. Used to beg me to cook it, she did. But don't worry, I changed the recipe a bit. Didn't put a drop of blood in the sauce, well, only in mine, and the meatballs were nothing but pork and beef."

Spike looked around the table. Dawn winked at him, Willow and Tara were smiling their matching 'here he goes again' smiles, and Giles was frowning down at his plate. Buffy had turned a lovely shade of green, and Spike decided that his pet had been right. It had definitely been a good idea to let them eat first before telling them who really cooked. Anything that made the slayer look like she was ready to puke on her shoes was a good idea in his book.

"So, who wants dessert?"
Tags: btvs:s/x:misc

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