Wind Beneath My Wings

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Wind Beneath my Wings
By Ripe Wicked Plum

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Author's Note: Ever curious about what a vampire does when no one's around?

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Buffy unlocked the door to her house, sighing with relief as she dropped her bag on the ground, and glanced around, glad to see that Spike had cleaned up.

I must be the only girl in the world with a house-vampire, she shook her head, bending down to remove her boots when a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention.

She glanced towards the kitchen, her eyes widening.
"Did you ever know that you're my hero?!" Spike danced past the doorway with a mop in his hand, walkman over his ears as

he worked. He was dressed only in his black boxers and t-shirt, with white socks on his feet.

He just needs some sunglasses and he'd be Tom Cruise, she thought, giggling behind her hand as he belted out the next line,

"You're everything I want to be! I can fly higher then an eaaggllle...!"

Buffy clapped her hand over her mouth, her sides shaking as she tried to contain her laughter.

"You're the wind beneath my win--whoa!!" He spun with the mop in the middle of his line, seeing Buffy standing in the doorway. His eyes widened as his feet skidded on the wet floor and his legs flew out from beneath him and he slammed into the ground.

That did Buffy in, and she doubled over in laughter, leaning against the doorway as she gasped for breath only to lose it in another fit of giggles. And tears were actually running down her face from it.

Spike groaned, staring up at the ceiling, praying that someone would stake him as Buffy fought to regain control of herself.

She thought she had it, but Spike tried to get back to his feet, only to trip over the mop and go sliding into the fridge.

She burst out laughing again as Spike growled, removing his headphones, and she shook her head, gasping, "My God...what in the hell was that?"

"Complete and utter humilation," he replied matter-factly, finally gaining his feet successfuly, "Didn't you notice?"

She giggled again, "Is that what you do when I'm at school all day? Sing Barbra Striesand songs?"

"It was only one!" He defended himself, "And it's on a mix tape I found when I cleaned up my room."

"I'll believe that when I see it," she made a quick grab for his walkman, but Spike sidestepped her.

She slipped on the slick floor, and Spike reached out a hand to steady her, but she only dragged him down with her in a mess of tangled limps and twin groans.

"Jeez, get a room, you two," Dawn greeted them, passing the two fallen blonds to the fridge and removing the juice.

Buffy rolled her eyes as Spike disentangled himself from her and helped her to her feet. "You missed it, Dawn. Spike was dancing around, singing 'Wind Beneath my Wings.' Then he did his own rendition of 'Free Falling.'"

Spike growled at her as Dawn grinned widely, "That's nothing. You should see him do 'Girls just want to have fun.'"

~The End~

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