Title: To A Man’s Heart
Disclaimer: Don't own them or make a profit
Written For: open_on_sunday
Word Count: 100
"What're you doing?" Xander asks.
"What's it look like, pillock?" Spike sniffs. "Making beans on toast."
"Yeah, food. People-food. So what for?"
For you, comes the thought, an unwelcome burst of awareness. Spike grips the counter, staggered by the sudden prospect of longing, and certain disappointment.
"Since when do you cook?" Xander continues, failing to notice anything amiss.
Since you trusted me enough to stop tying me up.
Since I realized that stupid means stupidly brave.
Since the night I dreamed of kissing you.
"Can I have some?" Xander asks.
"Yeah," Spike answers, helpless, resigned. "Just take whatever you want."