Oliver Pike

Looking up again, unable to hide the smile, "No duh." I lean up, pecking his lips.

Glancing back up, "Your grin is stupid." Snuggling into his side, "Like your hair." Grinning to myself.

"But... I..." sighing, I decide not to push it. He's right, I know he's right and I can't argue with that. He just wanted us safe, like what I wanted. Laying my head back on his shoulder in defeat, "Okay."

Pouty lipped, "I plead the fifth." I lift my head to look up at him, brows narrowing, "Are you Team Buffy or Team Spike? Because it sounds like you agree with him." I know I'm being stubborn, but is Dawn in that much danger around me? She's my sister, not Spike's.

"Hello? Slayer. I'm the safest person she could be with. I can protect her from those things." They're right, but I'm too stubborn to admit it. Sighing, "He looked after her for me once. Next thing I knew, Dawn was always hanging out at his crypt."

Shrugging again. Spike was a complicated topic. "He's Dawn's friend. He watches after her sometimes, and I don't know. As much as I don't wanna trust him with her, I do. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't trust me with my own sister."

"Trust me, you don't wanna know." I stare a stare that has seen things, then shudder it away. "Of course he does. He's Spike. He's an annoying pain in the patootie."

"Yeah. Imagine my surprise when I found out. They also play for kittens." Pouting, "Those poor kitties." Shrugging, "Cheating. Spike. The usual."

I'm glad he agrees, because I had no idea where to go with that. Weird was our way of life. "Yeah, toothpaste," nodding. "More, cinnamon-ey, but definitely toothpaste-y. It was this weird demon Spike brought over for a poker game. It got angry and slimed everyone."

"Okay, maybe we're not but we have a normal mentality." Blinking at myself, I run with it. "The last time I was slimed, it smelled a little like toothpaste. It was weird."

"Absolutely. Normal people aren't that organized." Settling down and laying an arm across his stomach, "Deal. It's probably super hard to get out of clothes too."

"Ew. Reminds me of the roommate I had college. She ironed her jeans. Turns out, she was a demon." Scootching over to snuggle up next to him, I lay my head on his shoulder, "No eels. I have my hands full with the things that go bump in the night."

"Good. You didn't need that negativity in your life. People who can't enjoy this movie are probably miserable, boring people." Brushing my hands off of crumbs, "Yeah, I guess. I mean, I've fought sword wielding guys. Never fought an eel."

"It is. I think that's why everyone loves it. I've never met someone who doesn't like this movie. And if they did, I couldn't be friends with them." Munching on another few pieces of popcorn, "I don't know. They're creepy and not much creeps me out."

"Because Wesley is only /mostly/ dead." I press 'play' on the remote, then set it back down and grab the bowl of popcorn again and offer some to him, "My favorite part is the shrieking eels."

I grin at his jab, then settle back and pull my legs up on the couch and sit Indian style. "No monsters, got it." Flipping through the movies on the TV, "Let's see... Venom? Boondock Saints? Ooh. Princess Bride?"

"I didn't fight anyone," laughing, "I promise. "I just kicked Alex Greely's Peter Pan hat off. Complete accident." Sets the popcorn bowl aside and grabs the remote, "What are feeling tonight?"

"No, I was. They actually had me harnessed in to fly. Good thing I had great reflexes even back then." Eats more popcorn, "Did you wanna watch a movie?"

"No, I played Tinkerbell in my fourth grade play, so that makes me an expert." Pops a couple of popcorn into in my mouth and smiles. "So, why did we pick this movie and not Peter Pan?"