Drabble for tv100's "About Last Night" challenge...

Title: About Last Night
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: tv100's "About Last Night" challenge.
Notes: Takes place the morning after "Kitten Poker with a Physicist." To recap, for those who haven't read that bit of silliness, a drunken Spike knocked on Fred's door in the wee hours, Jack Daniels was consumed, strip kitten poker was played, Spike passed out after losing, and Fred tied his naked self to her bed and sicced a Tickle Demon on him.

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Fred banged her sore head on her desk. What on Earth had she been thinking? And what must Spike be thinking? Why hadn't she just tossed a blanket over him and crashed? Nooo...she had to have her fun. She reminded herself to never drink that much again.

A timid knock sounded on her window. Oh, crap, it was Spike. And he looked...sheepish? Where was the cocky vampire she was used to? "Look, about last night--" they said in unison, then stopped, confused.

What funny things connect us, she thought later, as they shared breakfast in the break room.

Drabble for tv100's "About Last Night" challenge...

Title: About Last Night
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: tv100's "About Last Night" challenge.
Notes: Takes place the morning after "Kitten Poker with a Physicist." To recap, for those who haven't read that bit of silliness, a drunken Spike knocked on Fred's door in the wee hours, Jack Daniels was consumed, strip kitten poker was played, Spike passed out after losing, and Fred tied his naked self to her bed and sicced a Tickle Demon on him.

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Fred banged her sore head on her desk. What on Earth had she been thinking? And what must Spike be thinking? Why hadn't she just tossed a blanket over him and crashed? Nooo...she had to have her fun. She reminded herself to never drink that much again.

A timid knock sounded on her window. Oh, crap, it was Spike. And he looked...sheepish? Where was the cocky vampire she was used to? "Look, about last night--" they said in unison, then stopped, confused.

What funny things connect us, she thought later, as they shared breakfast in the break room.

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Title: The Morning After
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: tv100's "About Last Night" challenge.
Notes: Another follow-up to "Kitten Poker with a Physicist." Spike's POV, this time, by request of crayonbreakygal (Wesfan1234).

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"Oh, bloody hell," Spike moaned, holding his head. "Did I do what I think I did last night?"

Yes. Yes, he had. Strip kitten poker. With Fred, of all people. Vast quantities of alcohol. Had he cheated to lose? "You stupid, stupid wanker. What the hell were you thinking?"

Something about a Tickle Demon. He grinned ruefully. That little minx. She'd had a bit to drink herself, which explained what had happened after the end of their game. Still, he owed her an apology. If she even wanted to talk to him...

She did. And wasn't that a pleasant surprise?

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Title: The Morning After
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: tv100's "About Last Night" challenge.
Notes: Another follow-up to "Kitten Poker with a Physicist." Spike's POV, this time, by request of crayonbreakygal (Wesfan1234).

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"Oh, bloody hell," Spike moaned, holding his head. "Did I do what I think I did last night?"

Yes. Yes, he had. Strip kitten poker. With Fred, of all people. Vast quantities of alcohol. Had he cheated to lose? "You stupid, stupid wanker. What the hell were you thinking?"

Something about a Tickle Demon. He grinned ruefully. That little minx. She'd had a bit to drink herself, which explained what had happened after the end of their game. Still, he owed her an apology. If she even wanted to talk to him...

She did. And wasn't that a pleasant surprise?

Well, I'm just a drabbling fool today...

This one's for open_on_sunday.

Title: Her Sounds
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: open_on_sunday's "Sound" challenge.
Notes: Spike contemplates the various noises Buffy makes. Set in S6.

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The noises his Slayer makes are exquisite. Honestly, he could write poetry about them if he wanted to. The thuds and grunts as she trains, and when they spar in secret, are delicious. He loves her quips as she stakes a vampire or decapitates a demon. Her Valley-speak in casual conversation is--dare he say it--adorable. Her quiet pride when she talks about Dawn is palpable. Her moans as he holds her in his arms and makes love to her make unlife worth living.

Her cries of "Angel! Oh, Angel!"...

Well, no. That particular sound, he could live without.

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And...the Steelers lost. *sobs uncontrollably*

Well, I'm just a drabbling fool today...

This one's for open_on_sunday.

Title: Her Sounds
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: open_on_sunday's "Sound" challenge.
Notes: Spike contemplates the various noises Buffy makes. Set in S6.

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The noises his Slayer makes are exquisite. Honestly, he could write poetry about them if he wanted to. The thuds and grunts as she trains, and when they spar in secret, are delicious. He loves her quips as she stakes a vampire or decapitates a demon. Her Valley-speak in casual conversation is--dare he say it--adorable. Her quiet pride when she talks about Dawn is palpable. Her moans as he holds her in his arms and makes love to her make unlife worth living.

Her cries of "Angel! Oh, Angel!"...

Well, no. That particular sound, he could live without.

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And...the Steelers lost. *sobs uncontrollably*