Title: That's Just Wrong
Pairing: Spike/Xander of Buffy
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Even in the unlife of baby!vamp!Xander, some things are just wrong. *g*
"Xander, luv, what are you doing?"
Xander was twisted round in the front passenger seat, fiddling with the plastic and wire cage strapped in the back.
"What does it look like, Spike? I'm not making her stay in the pet carrier all the time; that would be so wrong. She'll be okay in the car; we just need to be careful when we're opening doors. I've got her a tiny collar and a leash so she can't run off, and a litter tray for the floor behind your seat, just in case."
Xan, I really don't think that's... Litter tray?!"
The Late Night Double Feature Picture Show
Blood red stilettos with a needle-thin four-inch heel.
Delicate diamante spangled fishnet stockings - more like dew-kissed spider web - clung lovingly to narrow ankles, shapely calves, knees way more sexy than a pair of knees should rightly be, and up, barely covering taut pale thighs.
Suspender belt and panties - again blood red, with fine black lace - and a boned and laced up bustier to match.
Xander watched as Spike applied his makeup with a deft and sure hand, wondering if the fact that that got him hot was somehow wrong.
"You... That... Wow!"
"Thanks, luv. Now let's try and get you dressed."
"That's just wrong! You're saying Dru has a crush on Willow and you expect me to be okay with that? This is the girl who's trying to ruin our lives, if you remember!"
Spike watched his childe pace the length of the motel room, punch the wall, then turn and pace again.
"I know, luv, and believe me, I don't like it either, but we're kind of at an impasse just for now. Dru won't let us kill the bitch, and we can't let Dru turn her, so we play 'Follow The Leader' till Miss Edith finds a new obsession."