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Cicirossi
It started with with a (fictional, we hope) ice cream/donut/sex shop rest area on the highway. And then it just grew until it ate Cici's brain.
Rated NC-17. Contains rampant silliness, ice cream abuse, food as sex toys. If you're bothered by slash you might not want to keep reading....
Spike, Xander, and the Buffyverse ©Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Warner Brothers,
UPN, 20th Century Fox, Sandollar, and probably some other people I've forgotten.
It's Joss' world, we just like to play in it.
It was an effort, but Xander finally managed to get Spike to turn in his electronic play-toy and head out. They caught a cab out at the front drive of the Bellagio, and told the driver they wanted to go downtown. The Fremont Street Experience, the driver called it, in a tone that dripped sarcasm. Apparently the remodel of that part of the city ranked right up there with the Disneyfication of Times Square in New York.
Mostly Xander was able to ignore their grumpy driver, though, because his very own Spikey distraction was at it again, playing let's find Xander's hot spots through his clothes. This time he got to return the favor, and while they managed to stay in their own seats, parts of them did cross the border. The driver, for his part, would never have noticed their antics if it hadn't been for a sudden violent clicking noise, followed by an exclamation from Spike. After a few wild gyrations Spike figured out what it was that was vibrating in his coat, and pulled out Hoppy Pete, who had been tiptoe-ing lightly across his hipbone.
Xander collapsed into helpless laughter. At least until the driver almost ran them off the road because he couldn't see Spike in the rearview mirror, but could see him when he looked over his shoulder. If the rosary hanging from the mirror post hadn't shown them what denomination their driver was, the genuflecting and Jesus, Mary and Joseph-ing would have. The cab ride ended rather more suddenly than they expected, but they were only a few blocks from where they needed to be, and it was free besides.
Fremont Street was kinda disappointing. Most of the really old casinos were gone, torn down. The only one left that Xander could remember from old movies was the Golden Nugget. They gambled a little, watched the laser light show, and took some pictures. Then they set out to find a peep show, or a nudie club. Just because you couldn¹t go to Las Vegas without seeing a girl with tassels on her boobs. They spent a productive half hour admiring this one's muscular control or debating that one's silicone status, ten headed back to the strip for more souvenir pick-up.
Somehow or another, Spike did manage to get a wizard's wand and a silly hat for Giles at the Excalibur, and Xander bought Buffy a cartouche necklace with "Slayer" spelled in hieroglyphs at the Luxor. For Dawn they got a selection of teddy bears from each hotel, all dressed in costumes: a pharaoh, a wizard, a circus ringmaster and so on. Anya turned out to be their hardest person to shop for, and Spike finally decided they should just get her a few pretties and then take the some of the money he'd one gambling and actually pay off her credit card. Nothing said I love you, babe to Anya like money.
Laden with their purchases, they returned to their room and Xander started packing while Spike fired up the hot tub. The mood was suddenly subdued, because they both knew time was getting short, and Xander realized that as much as he loved his friends, he had not once been homesick this whole trip.
Slipping his arms around Xander from behind, Spike rubbed his face against Xander's shoulder. "You okay, pet?"
"Yeah. I just realized."
"What?"
"That we've never spent this much time alone together before. You know?"
"Yeah. And just think, the witches said we'd kill each other the first day. Anya took day two in the pool. Think the watcher went with 32 hours. Fooled them didn't we?"
Snorting, Xander shook his head. "They took bets?"
"Oh, like you wouldn't have joined in if you'd known."
Xander turned, and gathered Spike against his chest. "Well, yeah. But only so I could stack the odds. I know I said it before, but thank you Spike. For all of it."
"Welcome, love. Now let's go get a bath, eh? Then we can break in the new feather duster, and that harness I bought you."
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