kate_fire's challenge October 6th, 2005
And I defy anyone to come up with a story starting out: "By the time he poured beer on his pancakes and took a swig of maple syrup, Xander knew he was seriously distracted."

I just love a challenge. Here's a 250 word response.

Disclaimer: Don't own the bois. Don't own the first sentence. Only havin' fun.
Set: Sometime after First Date

Swigging Syrup

by
SunnyD-lite

By the time he poured beer on his pancakes and took a swig of maple syrup, Xander knew he was seriously distracted.

Now COFFEE on pancakes, that wasn't bad. But beer? And the time with the coffee he'd caught himself BEFORE drinking the syrup. 'Cuz maple-y goodness? Not so drinkable. And it WAS maple, the stuff from Vermont. Didn't need a demon Mrs. Butterworths taking over the kitchen, and given the Hellmouth and his demon magnet status? Not tempting the fates here. See, he HAD learned something in high school.

Xander sighed. That had been a nice mental babble. No thoughts about the bleached...nope not going to think about it. Pancakes, with beer. Okay there must be some more of the frozen ones in the box, just have to heat them up slowly and watch the warmth soak into that pale skin and would somebody just shoot him now. Pancakes. Breakfast. Focus on the present. Unwrapping present in black leather with that ivory complexion and eyes like Boo Berries and lips like Franken Berry and at least he's sticking with breakfast images.

Nope, he'd not been thinking groin-y thoughts. No groiny thoughts at all, and no thoughts about pale skin and bleached hair. He was saving his groin-y thoughts for big busted women like...hmm why couldn't he think of any while a certain compact yet well muscled and did he just take ANOTHER swig of syrup?

When he'd told Willow to gay him up, he didn't think she really would.

The End

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