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DISCLAIMER: Only the 'verse is mine. THE CHOCOMIX TRILOGY by Leni
"What are you watching, princess?" Spike asked curiously as he stepped into the living-room. Compared to the other people in this house - really, what do you expect from two witches in luuuuuuurv - the ‘bit had a decent taste. Even could handle a good battle scene, guts, blood, bodies and people fighting in the middle, without looking sick. Dawn's answer, unintelligible around a mouthful of cookies, was quickly deciphered as "The Princess Bride." Spike made a face; forget what he’d just said. Dawn was as girly as any of the others. Any film with a title like that was obviously a trap for sentimental women and not worthy of his attention. He walked past the sofa where Dawn was cuddled, intent on leaving the house for patrol. The sound of a bag ripping open stopped him. He'd just rummaged through the Summer's cabinet some hours earlier, the only plastic bag was of... "Hey, are those Chocomix?" Dawn's "Mhmmm" and her little happy moan as she bit into the chocolate goodness was enough to make him change his mind. Dawn yelped in surprise when Spike flopped down into the sofa, taking the bag hostage and quickly helping himself to a healthy share of sweets. Before settling down to watch the movie - just while the Chocomixes were there, of course - Spike made sure to tell the giggling girl that he only stayed to protect her.
Boston, August '07 Life in university was harder than Dawn had expected and she truly treasured the few nights she could just plop down onto the sofa and go through her favourite movies. Today she had chosen 'The Princess Bride' and her thoughts were focused on Buttercup's adventures right until she bit into the first Chocomix. She had heard about him, of course. Buffy'd told her that Spike had quitted from Wolfham and Hart months ago. Her sister had confided that Angel was furious in the exact tone of voice that told Dawn that Buffy would be giving her 'Just because the Hellmouth disappeared doesn't mean California is safe' speech in the next few weeks. Buffy also said that Spike had left no trail. He was in New York, of course. But Dawn hadn't mentioned his letters. Neither had she said that his monthly packages always had a bag of Chocomix within.
New York, Winter Break '09 Spike stepped out of the bathroom just to find his Dawn firmly attached to his sofa. The silly smile on her face confirmed that the sounds he'd heard in the shower came indeed from her favourite film. He rolled his eyes. At this rate, she should already know the movie's script by heart. To make things worse, he was being ignored over the silly movie. But Spike had a plan... He walked silently into the tiny kitchenette and came back to the living room with his prize. "Dawnie?" "Hmmm?" "Wanna share?" The bag of Chocomix made a jingling sound that normally had either of them rushing to make the other's bid. Silence. Spike waited. Nothing. "If this is because you don't want chocolate on your clothes," he told her as he put one sweet into his mouth, "I'm sure we can take care of that." There. Chocolate and sex. An irresistible combination. "Who said I had any clothes on?" Dawn purred from behind the sofa. Spike choked on the chocolate. The End Feedback the muse! |
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