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anythingdrabbleTitle: Domestic Disaster
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:veronyxk84
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some coarse language
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set post-S11 (comics) in an alternate reality where Buffy and Spike are an established couple.
Summary: Spike tries to help, but ends up making a mess.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #412 - Disaster
Crossposted:drabble_zone, sweetandshort, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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Spike only wanted to be useful.
Fixing the annoying leaky faucet was supposed to be a quick win and a nice surprise for Buffy. How hard could that task be? He had even found a nice step-by-step guide online that seemed easy enough to follow for any layman but had led him anyway to a series of failed attempts.
Grumbling to himself he’d eventually ditched the guide, going for a more practical trial-and-error approach.
A few hours and a rookie mistake later, however, the kitchen had turned into a mini waterpark; Buffy would have his stones for that bloody mess.
He’d tried to fix everything before her return, but instead she’d found him mopping up the leaked water, all the movable furniture piled up in a corner.
Buffy leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, trying not to laugh at Spike’s utterly mortified expression when he turned and saw her there. “You know we already have a pool in our back yard, right?” she teased.
“I wanted to be helpful,” he grumbled, squeezing the mop. “And look at me… turning a trivial domestic problem into a small disaster.”
Buffy smirked. “Lesson one: sometimes things go sideways even with the best intentions.”
Spike shot her a mock glare but a grin creeped up when he saw her smile. “I’m truly sorry, pet. I’ll finish cleaning up and then I’ll call a plumber.”
“It’s really not that bad,” she shrugged, tiptoeing to him. “Remember when my basement in Sunnydale got flooded? The water was like… knee-high or more. We’ll survive half an inch of water on our kitchen floor.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You’re letting me get away with this?”
“Only if you treat me to a cuddle session on the couch and share rocky road ice cream with me,” she winked.
“Deal.”
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:
veronyxk84Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some coarse language
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set post-S11 (comics) in an alternate reality where Buffy and Spike are an established couple.
Summary: Spike tries to help, but ends up making a mess.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #412 - Disaster
Crossposted:
drabble_zone, sweetandshort, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark—
Spike only wanted to be useful.
Fixing the annoying leaky faucet was supposed to be a quick win and a nice surprise for Buffy. How hard could that task be? He had even found a nice step-by-step guide online that seemed easy enough to follow for any layman but had led him anyway to a series of failed attempts.
Grumbling to himself he’d eventually ditched the guide, going for a more practical trial-and-error approach.
A few hours and a rookie mistake later, however, the kitchen had turned into a mini waterpark; Buffy would have his stones for that bloody mess.
He’d tried to fix everything before her return, but instead she’d found him mopping up the leaked water, all the movable furniture piled up in a corner.
Buffy leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, trying not to laugh at Spike’s utterly mortified expression when he turned and saw her there. “You know we already have a pool in our back yard, right?” she teased.
“I wanted to be helpful,” he grumbled, squeezing the mop. “And look at me… turning a trivial domestic problem into a small disaster.”
Buffy smirked. “Lesson one: sometimes things go sideways even with the best intentions.”
Spike shot her a mock glare but a grin creeped up when he saw her smile. “I’m truly sorry, pet. I’ll finish cleaning up and then I’ll call a plumber.”
“It’s really not that bad,” she shrugged, tiptoeing to him. “Remember when my basement in Sunnydale got flooded? The water was like… knee-high or more. We’ll survive half an inch of water on our kitchen floor.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You’re letting me get away with this?”
“Only if you treat me to a cuddle session on the couch and share rocky road ice cream with me,” she winked.
“Deal.”
