Title: "You Know You're In Love When…
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Summary: Xander ponders Spike.
Plot Bunny by: Lady Q: Write a story based on the following line: "You know you're in love when..."
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
You know you're in love when your non-human lover, whose diet consists of red plasma, constantly leaves mugs around the apartment with blood clotting in them and you just don't care. Xander didn't mind washing them for Spike. It was a simple task and there was no reason to argue over such a small thing.
Xander didn't care that Spike was a slob and left wet towels on the floor or bloody weapons dripping on the floor. That was why they invented stain removers. There were some days that Xander thought about buying stock in them actually.
Spike made Xander watch football every Sunday. He'd scream at the television when his team missed a goal. There'd even been a time or two where Spike had gotten so upset that he'd thrown an ashtray against the wall, causing it to shatter into a dozen or more pieces. Spike automatically apologized of course; he was still getting used to living in an apartment and not his crypt where if there was a mess it wasn't a big deal. Xander would smile and give him a quick peck on the lips before telling him it was fine and that there was another ashtray in the cupboard above the refrigerator.
"Xan, what are you doing luv?" Spike asked, sitting down beside Xander and nuzzling his neck.
"Just thinking about how much I love you," Xander replied with a smile.
Spike spoke, his voice slightly muffled, "Even with all my bloody faults?"
"Even with," Xander confirmed and kissed the top of Spike's head.