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Summary: Sequel to Shooting Stars though it doesn't have to be read. The boys look at the constellations
Warnings/Spoilers: Post series
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
Prompt #250 from tamingthemuse- Starry Night
It was Spike and Xander's night off. The slayers were getting on their nerves so they all but told the slayers to bugger off and that they could take care of themselves for a night. Xander had somehow convinced Spike to go to a secluded hill. Spike thought that meant a roll in the hay so to speak. It didn't.
Xander had remembered the blanket this time. He had stretched it out on the slightly damp grass; it had rained earlier in the day. "Sit down," he ordered as he lay down on the blanket and stared up at the night sky.
Spike was confused. Why weren't they naked? With a shrug Spike kicked off his Docs and plopped down on the blanket. "What are we doing here, pet?"
"Looking at the stars," Xander replied.
"Why?" Spike asked he looked up at the stars. He didn't see anything interesting.
Xander turned his head to look at Spike. "You never looked at the constellations before?"
"The stars were more Dru's thing. And she saw them doing the day," Spike explained with a snort. His eyes darted to the sky again. "Besides I never could find any."
"It's a really starry night I'm sure we'll be able to find a few," Xander said with a smile. He scooted closer to Spike. In silence he searched the sky. "Okay here's the first one." Xander pointed his index finger in the sky. "You see that thing that looks like an upside down ladle?"
Spike concentrated while he followed Xander's finger. It took him a couple minutes but he was able to see it. "Bloody hell, I see it!" Spike said excitedly.
Xander smiled at Spike's enthusiasm. "That is the Little Dipper."
"Little? Does that thing look bloody little to you?" Spike asked. His eyes never strayed from it though, afraid it would disappear.
"If you look to the left and down a little you'll see the Big Dipper." Xander whispered in Spike's ear. He pointed at the new constellation. "You'll see the difference in size."
This one wasn't as difficult for Spike to find as the Little Dipper. The Big Dipper was right side up. Xander was right, it was bigger. After staring at it for a couple minutes Spike turned to look at Xander. "I never did ask. Why are you so interested in the bloody stars?"
"I used to spend my Christmas Eves out in my backyard while my family drank themselves into a stupor. But that wouldn't be until after the holiday fighting." Xander shrugged. "When I was ten I went to the local library and took out books that were about astronomy. And you think I'm a big nerd now."
"I always thought you were a big nerd," Spike replied with a smirk. Xander butted his head against Spike's. "It's good to have interests, Xander."
Xander grinned. "Like poetry?"
Spike made a face. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I know you keep a poetry book in your nightstand, babe," Xander told Spike. "Like you said it's good to have interests." He kissed Spike.
Spike pulled away. "Stay out of my bloody nightstand."
"Yes, dear," Xander said with a cheeky grin before he dragged Spike into another kiss.