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Sheets rustled. "Huh?" Spike squinted. His lover was staring at him, horrified. "What the fuck? Xander? That you?"
"You mean-?" Xander hurried through his let's-check-for-damage routine, counting appendages, patting his ribs. He froze when his hands encountered something round and perky. "Boobs! I've got boobs!"
Spike peered under the covers and smirked. "Got a pussy too."
"That makes two of us!"
"What? Fuck! I'll kill that witch!"
"Oh god!" Xander babbled, caught in an incredulity-loop.
Spike's pounce sent him/her tumbling. "Was gonna blow you for breakfast, but pussy's just fine. Can always kill Willow after. Happy birthday, Xander."