dfasgiles (dfasgiles) wrote in dfasgbaf, @ 2007-09-03 06:26:00 |
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DRABBLE-PG Angel & Spike: I Miss You
Title: I Miss You
Personal fic community: dfasgbaf (I do not post fics at dfasgiles.)
Fandom: Angel the Series
Relationship: Angel & Spike
Rating: DRABBLE-PG
Genre: Romantic slash
Word Count: 504
Spoilers: Up to and including Season 5. Read no further in these headers if you do not want to be spoiled for that season.
Summary: Spike would rather see Angel doing something other than reading with his spare time.
Disclaimer: The characters Angel and Spike belong to Joss Whedon and all his industry affiliates. I get no profit from this story. I write it only for guilty pleasure and feel free to do so because Joss has encouraged such activity on more than one occasion.
Feedback: Concrit on the body of my story, negative or positive, will be accepted with grace and gratitude. Destructive criticism (insults without examples from my work and suggestions for improvement to fortify the insults) will be deleted and will earn a block from journal, community, inbox, and/or group. Praise is always accepted, of course!
Author's note: Written in response to the btvsats_love prompt "books and pictures."
Distribution: Archive sites, etc., of which I am a member. Anyone else, please ask. If you're willing to share the archive info with me, I will probably say yes. Thanks for your interest!
Angel and Spike sat in the living area of Angel's penthouse. They had gotten to a place where they could pass the evenings in companionable silence after all the humans had gone home. Angel generally passed the time reading, and Spike spent it thumbing furiously at a Gameboy.
Spike paused his game and glanced over at Angel. "Why is it you read so many books, anyhow?"
Angel's eyebrows went up, but his eyes never left the book. "What?"
Spike chewed his lip for a beat before continuing. "Well, it's just...you used to do other things with your spare time."
Angel clapped his book closed at that, twisting his mouth in disgust as he looked at Spike. "Like play with people's minds, torture them relentlessly, then finally put them out of their misery, but for food, not for mercy?"
Spike gave him a look. "You really need to stop floggin' yourself over past evils you did when you were evil." Shaking his head, he set the Gameboy aside and walked over to Angel's chair and sat on one of the armrests, putting his arm over the back of the chair. "Not what I meant, mate."
Angel shifted uneasily in his chair, slightly uncomfortable with Spike's closeness. "What did you mean?"
Spike reached into the pocket of his duster and pulled out a carefully folded piece of paper, opened it slowly, and presented it to Angel. "This."
Angel looked at the paper, and his eyes widened. "Where did you--?"
"Carried it with me wherever I went. Was on my person when I went all extra crispy, so it rematerialized, same as everything else that was on me."
Angel's eyes moved slowly from the paper to Spike's face. "I--I don't know what to say."
Spike took the paper from him, refolded it just as carefully, and tucked it back into his pocket. "Say you haven't stopped sketching. Say you never will." Spike returned his eyes to Angel's, leaned down, and stared unwaveringly into his eyes. "Say you still sketch me."
Angel swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away from Spike's, despite the desperate urge to run far and fast. Instead, without even realizing he was doing it until Spike's eyes darted down, Angel took Spike's hand in his.
"I do." Another hard swallow as he glanced at their entwined fingers, then returned his steady gaze to Spike's. "I never stopped." He leaned slightly forward until there was just a hair's breadth between their lips. "I never will."
He closed the space between them, placing a gentle kiss on Spike's lips. Spike whimpered and melted against him, and Angel immediately wrapped him in his arms, pressing more firmly into the kiss as he tightened his arms.
After several timeless moments, they came apart and looked into each other's eyes, both sets brimming with tears.
"I've missed you, boy," Angel said, leaning his forehead against Spike's.
"Missed you, too, luv," Spike replied, nuzzling his cheek into Angel's, caressing his face with his lips. "Missed you, too."