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crack_van2004-10-05 06:26 pm
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Knocking On Heaven's Door by Estepheia (NC-17)
Fandom: BUFFY
Pairing: Spike/Andrew
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
estepheia
Author Website: Only Words
Why this must be read:
It's very, very hot, and I love the Spike characterisation in this: not too nice, but not too nasty. And because I identify with Andrew in this fic, and that makes me happy. *smug smirk*
“The kitchen in Jurassic Park, that was just as shiny,” Andrew went on, with the eagerness of youth. No, make that the obnoxiousness of being a complete and utter geek.
“No raptors here,” Spike said, dismissing the dull flick with a shrug, then slipping on his predator smile. “Unless you count me.”
Andrew didn’t even have the grace to look nervous. Instead, he started a haphazard search, opening and closing random cupboards. On his third try he triggered a yellow cascade of fist-sized balls. They pelted to the floor in a noisy hail, bouncing here and there and rolling into every direction, under cupboards and into corners, until the floor was covered in yellow. Only they weren’t tennis balls but fruit: ripe, tart-smelling lemons.
“Well, well,” Spike said and picked up a lemon that had come to rest at his boot. Toss. Catch. Toss. Catch. He scanned the kitchen with mild interest. “If life gives you lemons, go look for tequila.”
[Knocking On Heaven's Door]
Hey. I'm your driver for the month. I like Spike. To be honest, that's all you really need to know. Oh, and Xander and Oz.
Pairing: Spike/Andrew
Author on LJ:
estepheiaAuthor Website: Only Words
Why this must be read:
It's very, very hot, and I love the Spike characterisation in this: not too nice, but not too nasty. And because I identify with Andrew in this fic, and that makes me happy. *smug smirk*
“The kitchen in Jurassic Park, that was just as shiny,” Andrew went on, with the eagerness of youth. No, make that the obnoxiousness of being a complete and utter geek.
“No raptors here,” Spike said, dismissing the dull flick with a shrug, then slipping on his predator smile. “Unless you count me.”
Andrew didn’t even have the grace to look nervous. Instead, he started a haphazard search, opening and closing random cupboards. On his third try he triggered a yellow cascade of fist-sized balls. They pelted to the floor in a noisy hail, bouncing here and there and rolling into every direction, under cupboards and into corners, until the floor was covered in yellow. Only they weren’t tennis balls but fruit: ripe, tart-smelling lemons.
“Well, well,” Spike said and picked up a lemon that had come to rest at his boot. Toss. Catch. Toss. Catch. He scanned the kitchen with mild interest. “If life gives you lemons, go look for tequila.”
[Knocking On Heaven's Door]
Hey. I'm your driver for the month. I like Spike. To be honest, that's all you really need to know. Oh, and Xander and Oz.