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S/Xby WesleysGirlRating: R Spike/Xander "Would you *stop* that?" Xander took the bag of coffee beans out of the shopping cart and propped it back on the shelf. "S'better when they're fresh," Spike pointed out. "That ground stuff tastes like shit." Xander groaned softly as the little old lady toddling past them gave him the evil eye -- hopefully not literally -- when she heard Spike's cursing. "Try to restrain yourself, would you?" Spike raised his voice and turned his head in the lady's direction as he responded. "What, you mean I'm not allowed to swear now? How will we ever have conversations about you fucking me with your big hot cock then?" Xander clapped a hand over his face, then sighed. Not like he should expect anything else at this point, right? He looked back just in time to see Spike toss the bag of coffee beans into the cart again. "*No.*" he repeated. "Do you not hear me when I talk?" "Just not listening," Spike said, scowling as Xander took the bag out of the cart a sceond time and shoved it back onto the shelf. "There a reason you have something against beans?" "Yeah, I'm a closet beanophobe," Xander muttered, knowing from experience that Spike would be able to hear him. "Figures." "We don't have a *grinder,* Spike. So unless you're planning on chewing the coffee beans up with your teeth, we're gonna have to make do with regular coffee grounds like the rest of the world." Spike followed him into the next aisle. One wheel of the cart was doing that not-quite-touching-the-floor thing, and it kept spinning in circles. "They've got chocolate covered espresso beans now, you know," Spike offered, as Xander debated the merits of olive oil versus canola. "Oh good, *that's* what you need, caffeine-covered caffeine. Bet that'd let you get some quality sleep at night." He decided on olive oil and put it into the cart, not commenting on the fact that Spike had added a four-pack of one of those flavored- coffee-and-milk drinks. Spike sighed and pressed up against Xander's back. Startled, Xander froze. They were alone in the aisle, so he turned and hugged Spike quickly. "What's up, oh Fanged Wonder?" He tried to keep his voice light. Spike hid his face in Xander's neck and murmured something that he couldn't hear. "Try that again?" "Don't want to sleep," Spike said, a little bit louder this time. "Why not?" Xander thought about it for a minute, then guessed, "Nightmares?" Spike pushed away from him and grabbed the cart, started trundling it down the aisle. The wheel was doing that spinning thing again, making the cart list to one side like a car with a bad front alignment. Xander caught up to him and put a hand over Spike's on the handle. "It happens, you know?" "I know," Spike said, low and dark. "M'fine." "Sure you are." They turned into the next aisle, and after a few seconds Xander released Spike's hand. "You still like that pink grapefruit juice?" Spike shook his head. "Nah. Let's get something new." He came over and stood next to and sort of behind Xander, the front edge of his pelvic bone just touching Xander's ass. "White cranberry?" "I thought the whole point of cranberries was that they were red," Xander complained good-naturedly, taking a bottle off the shelf and adding it to the cart. "Juice still will be once I add blood to it," Spike pointed out. "And thank you for that mental image," Xander said. He didn't mind, not really, but he always acted like he did. "Look, Spike..." "What?" Finally, he said, "You can talk to me about stuff. You know?" Brief nod. "Yeah. I know." "So if you wanted to..." Xander left it open-ended. "Don't," Spike said shortly, but the flash of hurt at the rejection that Xander felt cross his face must have been obvious, because Spike sighed again and stepped closer. His cool fingers slid into Xander's hair and cupped the back of his head. "S'not you, love. Just... some things are better not talked about. Some things you... just have to live with." Xander nodded. "Okay, I get that. But if you ever *do* want to talk about it..." "I know," Spike said. He leaned in, pulling Xander closer at the same time, and kissed him. "Thanks." "No problem," Xander said, relieved at the more peaceful expression on Spike's face. "Any time, Blondie." "It's *platinum.*" They headed around the next corner and Spike grabbed a bag of peanut butter cups from the end display and tossed it into the cart. "Please. I know what platinum looks like. It's all... silver-colored. Which your hair is definitely not." Spike picked up a second bag of peanut butter cups. "Platinum *blonde,* stupid." Xander snatched the bag of chocolates from Spike's hand, ripped it open, peeled the paper from a candy, and stuffed it into his mouth. "You call me stupid again, you're not getting any of these," he said. "Could get something else though, couldn't I?" Spike asked seductively, pressing his body against Xander's. "Some things I like better than chocolate." Ah, what the hell, Xander thought, and kissed Spike right in the middle of the store, where everyone could see. End.
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