Okay, first of all--AWWWWWWW. Your note was so sweet! I am SO GLAD to have met you and I am having a blast with this Spike/Lew revolution. VIVA LA SPIKE/LEW. ::Fistbump::
ALSO HOLY GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WROTE THIS BUT OMG THANK YOU BECAUSE YAY. First of all, it was so HOT---SHAVING, GAH--and second hi it's so CUTE. They're such BOYFRIENDS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that it was established!relationship fic!
There's a cheerful knock at the door that startles Lew out of his thoughts, something vaguely to the tune of "I'm A Little Teapot", which definitely means it's Spike.
THEY HAVE A KNOCK. JEN. OMG.
Every now and then he glances at Lew, either through the mirror or by looking over his shoulder, and smiles. Lew isn't sure whether it's because they haven't seen each other in days or if Spike's just looking for a good opening to a Grizzly Adams joke.
Probably both, he decides.
OMG I AM DEAD. DEAD OF THE CUTE. D-E-A-D.
Who knew that this was erotic? Not Lew, that's for damn sure.
::WAVES:: ME. I DID. I KNEW THAT, LEW. :D?
That's okay, though, because Lew can improvise. He stands up, his knees wobbling just a bit and says simply, "Bedroom. Now."
::dies and melts into goo::
Later, Spike gets up to grab the pizza he brought over, which they end up eating in bed just because they can. And if Spike spends the rest of the night laying on his stomach, naming people with beards ("Chuck Norris." "Mr T." "Hagrid from Harry Potter." "David Suzuki." "Oh, Santa Claus! How did I not think of that one first? I love that guy."), that's okay. Lew thinks it's kind of funny now that he's not one of them.
....aaand, that officially killed. me. dead.
\JEN/
OMG I LOVE IT SO FREAKING MUCH. Thank you so much, I am so HAPPY THIS EXISTS. AND IT WAS FOR ME. I WIN EVERYTHING! <333333!!!!
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JEN. ZOMG.
Okay, first of all--AWWWWWWW. Your note was so sweet! I am SO GLAD to have met you and I am having a blast with this Spike/Lew revolution. VIVA LA SPIKE/LEW. ::Fistbump::
ALSO HOLY GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WROTE THIS BUT OMG THANK YOU BECAUSE YAY. First of all, it was so HOT---SHAVING, GAH--and second hi it's so CUTE. They're such BOYFRIENDS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that it was established!relationship fic!
There's a cheerful knock at the door that startles Lew out of his thoughts, something vaguely to the tune of "I'm A Little Teapot", which definitely means it's Spike.
THEY HAVE A KNOCK. JEN. OMG.
Every now and then he glances at Lew, either through the mirror or by looking over his shoulder, and smiles. Lew isn't sure whether it's because they haven't seen each other in days or if Spike's just looking for a good opening to a Grizzly Adams joke.
Probably both, he decides.
OMG I AM DEAD. DEAD OF THE CUTE. D-E-A-D.
Who knew that this was erotic? Not Lew, that's for damn sure.
::WAVES:: ME. I DID. I KNEW THAT, LEW. :D?
That's okay, though, because Lew can improvise. He stands up, his knees wobbling just a bit and says simply, "Bedroom. Now."
::dies and melts into goo::
Later, Spike gets up to grab the pizza he brought over, which they end up eating in bed just because they can. And if Spike spends the rest of the night laying on his stomach, naming people with beards ("Chuck Norris." "Mr T." "Hagrid from Harry Potter." "David Suzuki." "Oh, Santa Claus! How did I not think of that one first? I love that guy."), that's okay. Lew thinks it's kind of funny now that he's not one of them.
....aaand, that officially killed. me. dead.
\JEN/
OMG I LOVE IT SO FREAKING MUCH. Thank you so much, I am so HAPPY THIS EXISTS. AND IT WAS FOR ME. I WIN EVERYTHING! <333333!!!!