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still_grrrTitle: It's Curtains for the Curtains
Author: Mabus101
Rating: PG
Word count: 877
Prompt: 159 -- Love Fest Free For All
Characters/Pairing: Xander/Illyria
A/N: Theoretically, this is probably set in the DeadWarVerse, but it must be some considerable time in the future. Also: reverse curtain-fic!
(Sorry, Kelly. Forgetting the cut is one of the mistakes I make on my own LJ too, but there I can always edit it right away. Oops!)
Xander awoke, primarily because the sun was shining brightly into the room. Last night, being exhausted and maybe a little sore had seemed like a good thing, given that it'd resulted from sex. At six AM, after about four hours of sleep? Not really so much. Xander put his hands over his eyes and sat up in bed, head swimming. The sun had been down when he'd gotten back to the apartment, but the full moon should've shone in through the big window in pretty much this way if the windows had been open. Squinting, he realized the reason for the uncharacteristic brightness: the curtains were gone. Also the blinds. The sliding doors to the balcony stood open, too.
Nothing else appeared to be missing. All the furniture was still present, along with the television and the new Sega console. Putting aside the question of what the hell had happened, Xander started to get out of bed--he could at least close the doors, and maybe the hangings were still lying around somewhere--only to realize that apartments across the gap also had opened windows, though he thought he could at least see the edges of their curtains. And he was completely naked. Well, that was no surprise, but it might prove a bit of a problem.
He was just about to wrap a sheet around himself when Illyria walked out of the kitchen carrying two plates of bacon and eggs and wearing a grey-blue bathrobe. "I find that consuming burned flesh and avian embryos in the morning is pleasureable to the shell," she said by way of explanation. "Your mouth waters at the scent also. Devour this flesh with me and let us speak of the future." Sitting down on the bed next to him, she offered him one of the plates--well, dropped it into his lap, anyway.
Xander started to ask what had happened, then decided that it might be best to humor her first. He took a bite of the bacon, expecting it to be absurdly chewy or hopelessly burnt, but it flaked away crisply and tangily between his teeth. She hadn't brought a fork for the eggs, though, or anything to drink. "Not bad," he said. "I had no idea you could cook too."
"I have told you repeatedly that you underestimate me," Illyria said, smirking. She'd gotten better at that over the past few months, probably from all the practice. "Do not attempt to set my limits."
"Lyri," Xander said carefully, "do you know what happened to the curtains?"
She scowled, but not at him. Good. "Once you ceased conversing and began to make grinding noises in your throat I became aware how confining these spaces are. Rather than fold myself under their weight I removed the barriers and destroyed them, then fed them to the can of trash."
"Destroyed?" Augh. "How destroyed?"
"They will entangle us no longer. I rent them in shreds." She picked up a fried egg and began to nibble at it, allowing its insides to dribble on her fingers.
Xander groaned and covered his eyes. "Illyria, didn't I explain to you about privacy?"
"Your human taboos hold no interest for me." She glanced at his plate. "Is the embryo displeasing to you?"
"No, no." He picked up the egg and took a bite. It wasn't bad, aside from the fluid that promptly leaked out onto his hands. It wasn't really that different from a Hot Pocket, he told himself. "Lyri, if other people can see into our apartment, we won't be able to have sex." A disgusted glare began to form on her face. "It's not just the taboos," he added hastily, "though that's part of it. I don't perform very well when other people are watching. Or even might be watching. A lot of humans don't."
She tilted her head to the right and contemplated that a moment. "When we are not so engaged," she stated, "I will not tolerate imprisonment."
"All right," Xander said. She was being reasonable for once. No sooner had he thought it, her eyes narrowed. "We'll have to leave them hung up, though. It's too much trouble to replace them every day. But they can be open, no problem."
"As you desire," Illyria said. "When we are done here, I will obtain more curtains for your comfort."
"I could eat faster with some juice to wash this down," Xander pointed out. "Also...you're not planning to go alone, are you?"
"If you desire juice, it is in the refrigerator. I am not your lackey. And I can certainly obtain anything I wish without aid."
"Sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to offend you." Wrapping the sheet around himself, he stood. "I just meant, traditionally, couples do their shopping together." There was no way he was going to let her waltz into the store and start demanding items as her due.
"Traditionally." Illyria turned the word over in her mouth. "Very well, consort. You may accompany me on this quest."
Xander poured her a glass of orange juice too--Illyria seemed to have some aversion to drinking milk--and handed it to her before sitting back down on the bed. "A very important quest," he agreed. "We're off to obtain curtains."
Author: Mabus101
Rating: PG
Word count: 877
Prompt: 159 -- Love Fest Free For All
Characters/Pairing: Xander/Illyria
A/N: Theoretically, this is probably set in the DeadWarVerse, but it must be some considerable time in the future. Also: reverse curtain-fic!
(Sorry, Kelly. Forgetting the cut is one of the mistakes I make on my own LJ too, but there I can always edit it right away. Oops!)
Xander awoke, primarily because the sun was shining brightly into the room. Last night, being exhausted and maybe a little sore had seemed like a good thing, given that it'd resulted from sex. At six AM, after about four hours of sleep? Not really so much. Xander put his hands over his eyes and sat up in bed, head swimming. The sun had been down when he'd gotten back to the apartment, but the full moon should've shone in through the big window in pretty much this way if the windows had been open. Squinting, he realized the reason for the uncharacteristic brightness: the curtains were gone. Also the blinds. The sliding doors to the balcony stood open, too.
Nothing else appeared to be missing. All the furniture was still present, along with the television and the new Sega console. Putting aside the question of what the hell had happened, Xander started to get out of bed--he could at least close the doors, and maybe the hangings were still lying around somewhere--only to realize that apartments across the gap also had opened windows, though he thought he could at least see the edges of their curtains. And he was completely naked. Well, that was no surprise, but it might prove a bit of a problem.
He was just about to wrap a sheet around himself when Illyria walked out of the kitchen carrying two plates of bacon and eggs and wearing a grey-blue bathrobe. "I find that consuming burned flesh and avian embryos in the morning is pleasureable to the shell," she said by way of explanation. "Your mouth waters at the scent also. Devour this flesh with me and let us speak of the future." Sitting down on the bed next to him, she offered him one of the plates--well, dropped it into his lap, anyway.
Xander started to ask what had happened, then decided that it might be best to humor her first. He took a bite of the bacon, expecting it to be absurdly chewy or hopelessly burnt, but it flaked away crisply and tangily between his teeth. She hadn't brought a fork for the eggs, though, or anything to drink. "Not bad," he said. "I had no idea you could cook too."
"I have told you repeatedly that you underestimate me," Illyria said, smirking. She'd gotten better at that over the past few months, probably from all the practice. "Do not attempt to set my limits."
"Lyri," Xander said carefully, "do you know what happened to the curtains?"
She scowled, but not at him. Good. "Once you ceased conversing and began to make grinding noises in your throat I became aware how confining these spaces are. Rather than fold myself under their weight I removed the barriers and destroyed them, then fed them to the can of trash."
"Destroyed?" Augh. "How destroyed?"
"They will entangle us no longer. I rent them in shreds." She picked up a fried egg and began to nibble at it, allowing its insides to dribble on her fingers.
Xander groaned and covered his eyes. "Illyria, didn't I explain to you about privacy?"
"Your human taboos hold no interest for me." She glanced at his plate. "Is the embryo displeasing to you?"
"No, no." He picked up the egg and took a bite. It wasn't bad, aside from the fluid that promptly leaked out onto his hands. It wasn't really that different from a Hot Pocket, he told himself. "Lyri, if other people can see into our apartment, we won't be able to have sex." A disgusted glare began to form on her face. "It's not just the taboos," he added hastily, "though that's part of it. I don't perform very well when other people are watching. Or even might be watching. A lot of humans don't."
She tilted her head to the right and contemplated that a moment. "When we are not so engaged," she stated, "I will not tolerate imprisonment."
"All right," Xander said. She was being reasonable for once. No sooner had he thought it, her eyes narrowed. "We'll have to leave them hung up, though. It's too much trouble to replace them every day. But they can be open, no problem."
"As you desire," Illyria said. "When we are done here, I will obtain more curtains for your comfort."
"I could eat faster with some juice to wash this down," Xander pointed out. "Also...you're not planning to go alone, are you?"
"If you desire juice, it is in the refrigerator. I am not your lackey. And I can certainly obtain anything I wish without aid."
"Sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to offend you." Wrapping the sheet around himself, he stood. "I just meant, traditionally, couples do their shopping together." There was no way he was going to let her waltz into the store and start demanding items as her due.
"Traditionally." Illyria turned the word over in her mouth. "Very well, consort. You may accompany me on this quest."
Xander poured her a glass of orange juice too--Illyria seemed to have some aversion to drinking milk--and handed it to her before sitting back down on the bed. "A very important quest," he agreed. "We're off to obtain curtains."
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