Listening, Part I

Oh, I had fun with this one. It's Spike and Buffy and a nice quiet, late season 7, basement.

 

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"Shh, listen."

 

"What is it?" Spike craned his head toward the stairs. "I don't hear anything."

 

"That's what I mean," Buffy hissed. "There's no clomping..."

 

"Or bloody giggling."

 

"See? I think they're listening."

 

"To us?" He grinned wickedly at her. "I told you about that mewling bit you do."

 

"I do not mewl."

 

He trailed his hand down, pausing at just the right spot.

 

"Oooh," she moaned.

 

"There you go. Mewling."

 

"At least I'm not swearing and saying 'bugger'. What does that mean, anyway?"

 

"You don't want to know."

 

"You want to give them something to listen to?"

 

"Hell, yes."