sans shoes

a challenge-fic

The Challenger: RogueSlayer
The Challenge:  Buffy trying to pick out a pair of shoes to go best with messy but scrubbable slaying.

by SoulVamp

It was quite a scene, really.

There she sat, looking rather small and lost, her lower lip slightly pouty, her eyes forlorn, forehead crinkled in consternation.

If Spike had seen her like that under any other circumstances, he would’ve wanted to sweep her into his arms and let her weep on his shoulder. But this… this just made him throw back his head and howl with laughter, more gleefully and amusedly than he had in a good long while.

"This isn’t funny," Buffy said petulantly as the vampire continued to guffaw.

Spike tried to keep a straight face but small weak chuckles still escaped his lips, and finally he sank to the floor beside Buffy.

Buffy in the Giant Pile of Shoes.

"You got bloody well over FIFTY PAIRS here, Slayer," he said in between giggles. "You can’t find ONE pair suited to goin’ on patrol?"

"I ruined my last pair of supposedly scrubbable ones last night," she explained. "Slaying is kinda hard on the wardrobe."

Spike raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Just go naked," he suggested with a wink.

Buffy threw a pair of Mary Janes at his head. Spike held up his hands to deflect them, and was greeted with a bunny slipper striking him in the stomach.

"I’m gonna have nightmares about this!" he said. "Drownin’ in your sodding footwear, Summers..."