Third of three morsels, and my day is done!
Title: Play Nice
Timeline: This would never happen.
Word count: 100
Disclaimer: Still not mine, alas.
Pairing/Warning: Angel / Buffy / Spike, but mostly Spuffy
Angel’s hand cupped her breast. Spike’s stroked her thigh.
“This is what you wanted for your birthday?” Angel complained.
“I know what she wants,” Spike murmured. “Send the broody man away, pet.”
Buffy glared. “You two promised to play nice.”
Angel punched Spike’s shoulder. Spike hit back.
“Time out!” Buffy rolled her eyes. “On the count of three…”
Each clenched a fist above her belly. Their arms shook once, twice —
“Damn!” Angel cursed. “You always win.”
“Because you always pick Rock, you big poof. Shove over.” Spike rolled on top and slid into her, grinning.
Immortals never grow up.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/399751.html