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Just One Kiss

by
Nash

"I am not going to kiss you, Harris, so you might as well sod off."

He tried to escape by leaving the room but Xander followed him into the kitchen talking as he went.

"Aw come on Spike! Tell me one reason why you won't kiss me."

Spike whirled around, nearly slamming into Xander in the process. He glowered hoping that would be enough scare Xander. But no, Xander just stood there, looking at him expectantly.

"You are clearly insane! Is that a good enough reason for you?"

"Am I crazy just because I want one tiny little kiss?"

"YES! Bloody hell, Harris, you hate me! Yesterday you applauded when I got skewered by a Grhacnka demon and now you want a flippin' kiss?"

That seemed to get his point across as Xander stopped speaking. Unfortunately it was only for a few seconds.

"I was applauding your survival," he said, smiling in a decidedly smug fashion. "I was a cheerleader for your unlife! You owe me a kiss. Come on, blondie, pucker up."

He closed his eyes and leaned forward, clearly expecting a kiss. Spike was far from convinced however so instead of a kiss on his lips, Xander got a finger on his forehead, pushing him back.

"Harris, this is no longer funny," Spike said evenly, trying to hold on to his patience.

"I'm not being funny!" Xander protested immediately, "I really want a kiss!"

"Why?" Spike demanded, throwing his hands up in frustration.

Xander´s eyes shifted to the side, looking anywhere but at Spike.

"I have my reasons."

"Would you like to share them?" Spike asked, gnashing his teeth.

"No. I just want you to kiss me. Why won't you kiss me? It's just one tiny little kiss!" Xander poked Spike's chest with every word. "Just kiss me and I'll go away. Do it! Doitdoitdoitdoitdoit!"

Growling in frustration Spike finally snapped. He pushed Xander back against the kitchen wall and kissed him hard. Instead of pushing him off as he'd expected, Xander cupped his nape, fingers playing with Spike's hair as he took control of the kiss. All too soon Spike was blinking dazedly, confused as to how he went from frustrated anger to frustrated need.

"So, what do you think?" Xander asked, looking earnestly at him.

"Huh?"

"I'm a good kisser, yeah?"

Spike nodded absently, one hand going up to touch his tingling lips.

"I knew it!" Xander declared.

"So you kissed me to prove you're good at it," Spike said with a frown.

Xander grinned sheepishly and nodded. Spike's frown deepened for a moment, before being replaced by a smirk.

"I can't tell just by one snog, Harris. It could just be a fluke," he drawled, "We should run a few tests, just to make sure."

"W-what?"

"One kiss won't cut it, pet," Spike smirked as Xander turned and fled.

He sauntered after him, in no hurry. He'd get the guy in the end, he knew.

"Come on, Harris, it's just a couple of kisses, no big deal, yeah?"

The End

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