Fic: prompt of raw cookie dough
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dragonyphoenixFandom: BtVS
Characters: Xander, Spike
Rating: G
Written for skuzzbopper's Pick-Me-Up! Drabble Prompt
As Xander tossed his jacket onto the couch, his head turned toward the humming. Two steps to the right showed him Spike, back turned toward him, washing dishes. Xander’s eyes widened as he ran to the kitchen. “Cookie dough.” Grabbing a spoon, he dug in.
“You know I didn’t make that for you.”
“Why’re you here then?”
“Crypt doesn’t have an oven, does it?”
As Spike leaned back against the counter, a Big Bad smirk on his lips, Xander noticed the measuring cup. “Hey, is that blood? Wait, why is there blood?” Spike tilted his head; his grin grew wider. “You’re letting me eat blood?” Xander exclaimed
Spike shrugged. “You scarfed down enough last week.”
“There was blood in those cookies?” After a quick glare, Xander grabbed the phone. “Dawnie? Spike’s been bitching and moaning, something about over a century of undeath and yet he’s never had a truly unique meal.” After a pause, he added, “Yeah, I know, that’s what I asked. Apparently he doesn’t think you’re up to the challenge.”
As Xander yanked the squealing phone away, he turned toward Spike and said, “Just because I’m a white hat, that doesn’t mean I can’t out-evil the Big Bad.”
Characters: Xander, Spike
Rating: G
Written for skuzzbopper's Pick-Me-Up! Drabble Prompt
As Xander tossed his jacket onto the couch, his head turned toward the humming. Two steps to the right showed him Spike, back turned toward him, washing dishes. Xander’s eyes widened as he ran to the kitchen. “Cookie dough.” Grabbing a spoon, he dug in.
“You know I didn’t make that for you.”
“Why’re you here then?”
“Crypt doesn’t have an oven, does it?”
As Spike leaned back against the counter, a Big Bad smirk on his lips, Xander noticed the measuring cup. “Hey, is that blood? Wait, why is there blood?” Spike tilted his head; his grin grew wider. “You’re letting me eat blood?” Xander exclaimed
Spike shrugged. “You scarfed down enough last week.”
“There was blood in those cookies?” After a quick glare, Xander grabbed the phone. “Dawnie? Spike’s been bitching and moaning, something about over a century of undeath and yet he’s never had a truly unique meal.” After a pause, he added, “Yeah, I know, that’s what I asked. Apparently he doesn’t think you’re up to the challenge.”
As Xander yanked the squealing phone away, he turned toward Spike and said, “Just because I’m a white hat, that doesn’t mean I can’t out-evil the Big Bad.”
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