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[thedemonmagnet]

To say Xander was nervous was an understatement.

He kept pacing the small clearing where he'd asked Spike to meet him. It had taken him a while to talk himself to even bid on Spike at the auction, but he knew that he'd never get the opportunity, or work up the nerve, to ask the ex-vampire this otherwise. It was kind of embarrassing in a way, that Spike was the only person he felt comfortable asking this of, but that's how it was.

Still, he was afraid Spike wouldn't want to do it and just laugh in his face. It was...kind of pathetic really, but then what else was new for him right? Just add it to the ever growing list. The worst Spike could do was laugh after all. Or tell Buffy. Oh yeah, telling Buffy was worse.

He was getting himself so worked up that he almost chickened out a couple times, but at the moment, he was just pacing and hoping Spike would just hurry up already.

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[fangyandgrr.livejournal.com]

Spike walked into the clearing with an impassive expression. Normally he would have a snarky comment ready, but today was different. Xander had won him fair and square, and while he fully intended to get a reason out of him when it was his day (since he'd won the bloke right back, ironically), for today he would do his best to be...nice.

"All yours, mate," he called out to Xander's back, slipping the leather duster off and draping it over a tree branch. "What d'you have planned?"

[scoobys-heart.livejournal.com]

Hard was an understatement.

While Xander was keeping up better then he expected, after an hour or so of working with Spike, he was tired and sweaty and in desperate need a drink. After calling a time out, he moved to one of the trees nearby and uncovered two soda bottles filled with water. Flopping down under the shade of the same tree, he held out the other bottle to Spike as he took a drink from his, staying quiet for once as he drank and caught his breath.