Title: Monthly Apocalypses

Pairing: Dawn/Spike

Summary: Not one really. It’s pointless fluff. Tinpanalley needed something to cheer her up so I scribbled out this.

Rating: PG? certainly not higher.

 

 

 

She pouted and whimpered on the sofa. Spike couldn’t stand it any longer, that quivering bottom lip and pitiful, helpless sound was his undoing.

 

            “Tell me how to make it better, Luv.”

 

            She bit her bottom lip, limpid sapphire eyes glossed with tears at his words. “You sure?”

 

            “Positive, Niblet. Gimme the list.” As if he could forget any of the items she’d put on it. He kissed her forehead and attempted to stave off the tears that came so easily to her now.

 

            Dawn snatched a hot pink glitter gel pen from the end table and took Spike’s pale wrist in her hand. She scribbled the list on his inner forearm, another trespass he’d forgive her because of her condition. She pressed a kiss to his wrist, right where his pulse point would have been. “Thank you.”

 

            He nodded. “Be right back with this then.”

 

            “Wait! Before you go, will you get me the heating pad and Scmoopy?”

 

            Scmoopy was a stuffed dog she’d had since she was six.

 

            Spike took a deep breath and nodded. He hadn’t gone to this many lengths to help Peaches stop that apocalypse a few years ago, and yet he went to them once a month, every month for this girl.

 

            Once Dawn was curled on the couch with her heating pad, favorite blanket and the stuffed dog, Spike went to retrieve the items written on his forearm in hot pink glitter gel. Bloody Hell, hope I don’t run into anyone I know.

 

*

 

            Dawn curled up against him and yawned as the credits for The Last Unicorn rolled. She popped another Godiva chocolate in her mouth. She stretched across him and grabbed her strawberry flavored milk.

 

            “Can we watch it again?” She asked with those same pleading, liquid eyes.

 

            “Course we can, Bit.”

 

            A smile curved her lips. “Why are you so good to me?”

 

            He asked himself the same question every month when PMS assaulted Dawn and made a shambles of his life. He always came up with the same answer.

 

            “Because I bleedin adore you, Luv.”