Adult-FanFiction.org : Buffy

Cookies & Oil	By : Esile Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes > Angel(us)/Buffy/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS) or Angel, the Series (AtS); nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
Cookies: One

~~**~~^~~**~~^

AN: I have only seen the first two episodes of season 5 AtS, so bear with me if the language seems slightly disjointed.

~~**~~^~~**~~^

The box addressed to Angel stood proudly on the counter next to Harmony's desk. Next to it was an orange mailroom message slip addressed to Spike.

The box was what they call a non descriptive package with no return address and was post stamped in L.A. Yet its contents radiated to every being with extrasensory abilities in a mile radius. Harmony sat looking at the box like it had no business being there but also breathing deeply to get as much of the content's odors in as possible before the desired package left with its addressee.

Angel took it and retired into his office. He opened the box to confirm what his nose told him with certainty. The box contained cookies, chocolate chip sand cookies. He put the whole box opened at the end of his desk and made a mental note to ask Eve about them. He forgot about them as soon as the morning meeting started and didn't even remember when all his friends started snacking on them.

~~**~~^~~**~~^

Spike strolled into the top level lobby and picked up his messages from the counter. It wasn't an everyday that he got a messages let alone one from the mailroom but if he could act cool while being burned to death saving the world, he most certainly could act cool getting messages. He read it and strolled back to the elevator he had left seconds ago.

The giggling girls from the mailroom handed him a simple brown package without a return address on it. He silently growled at the smell of chocolate marshmallow cookies. Having no clue who sent them he ate them anyway. There was no smell of poison or magic on them and besides: Never let a good cookie go to waste. It's a cardinal vampire sin. He grinned to himself.

~~**~~^~~**~~^

A whole week passed and neither vampire spared a single thought to the anonymous cookie donation. Not until exactly the same thing happened again. Box - counter - office and slip - mailroom - giggling. With one notable exception! This time the packages contained notes.

Angel sat down in his chair holding the note. He smelled the box on his desk again, nothing, except a sterile packaging environment and raspberry small tarts. Unfolding the small piece of paper he read 2 lines typed in a clear font:

'I stopped thinking about that far ahead.
I want it now!'

Spike found an empty conference room and opened the blinds to sit in the sunlight and looked at the box in his hands. More importantly the note taped to the front. No name, no smells, no clues other than there were cookies inside and that there something was printed inside the note. Wanker, open it! His message consisted of only one line.

'I want you to do more than just hold me! '

Both the steno pool and the printing room employees found scrumptious cookies to go with their afternoon coffee and blood.

~~**~~^~~**~~^

Angel and Spike spent a week on edge trying to figure out who had sent them cookies and why. Of course a mail trace only led each of them individually to a cookie factory that had gotten an anonymous order with very specific guidelines as to how the delivery had to be put together.

They both were so anxious to see whether or not there would be another delivery that they stood in the elevator together a week later.

"What are you doing up so early, Spike? Finally learning that to be a champion you have to work for it?"

"Some of us pull it off without all the goody two shoes effort and what has been eating up your panties this last week, ah?"

"None of your business. I hope you don't plan on being in my way this morning because I have important things to do."

The elevator bleeped its arrival.

Unconsciously they almost raced each other to the counter but there was no box and no orange slip. One look at the other vampire and they both turned the other way and walked away. They stopped after a few meters and turned around because they were both headed in the wrong direction. The glares they threw each other in passing made the entire lobby shudder in fear.

~~**~~^~~**~~^

Another 2 weeks passed during which Angel got broodier and Spike got snarkier. Then early on Friday's afternoon when the day's mail was being passed out, two envelopes found their way to the two vampires. Inside each envelope they found an elegant engraved invitation card with an embodied edge and soft brown letters. It read:

'Your presence is requested at
The Best Western
Desert Villa
1984 E Main Str.
Barstow, Cal.
Room 58

Pack for a whole weekend and bring formal wear. Please be there tonight at seven sharp.'

The back held a special message. P.s. Bring your own oil

Angel had Harmony cancel all his appointments for the rest of the day and told her he wouldn't be available until Monday. Spike threw together the clothes he owned in a duffel bag and made his way downstairs to the garage.
~~**~~^~~**~~^

They stood on opposite sides of the jag. Angel spoke first.

"Where are you off to?"

"Barstow.

You?"

"Barstow.

Invitation?"

"Yep."
"Wanna come with?"

Angel had no idea why he made the offer but it hang between them now. Of course Angel was also convinced Spike would reject the offer and try to race him there. He was surprised.

~~**~~^~~**~~^

Halfway to Barstow.

Angel said in shock: "Cookies!".

Spike sat upright and spoke: "Oil!"

Together they figured it out: "Buffy!"

The stakes for this meeting had just been upped and they eyed each other warily.

~~**~~^~~**~~^
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Adult-FanFiction.Org is not in any way associated with or related to FanFiction.Net

Adult-FanFiction.org (AFF, the site), its owners, agents, and any other entities related to Adult-FanFiction.org or the AFF forum take no responsibility for the works posted to the Adult-FanFiction.org by its members.

While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.

All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.

Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!

Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo

Cookies & Oil