Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

Wesley sighed with relief as he realized that they were nearly home. He wanted to hole up in the flat with Spike and pretend for a few hours that nothing was wrong.

Comments

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Would you like to learn how to translate Moracian?" Wesley asked doubtfully.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Can't say that I do," Spike admitted, "but you could tell me about it, anyway."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't that be boring?" Wesley slowed the car and turned onto his street.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike shrugged. "No more boring than you listening to music you won't like. If it's interesting to you, I want to hear about it. Can't promise I'll understand more than one word in ten, but I'll do my best."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I ever said I wouldn't like the music," Wesley protested. "Just that I wasn't sure I'd understand it." He smiled a bit. "So I suppose we're on equal footing there."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I really can't see you getting into punk, pet," Spike said with a fond smile. "But the point isn't to find a new hobby, is it? It's to learn about each other."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yes, right." Wesley suspected than anything additional Spike might learn about him would only be detrimental to their relationship, but it wasn't as if he could do anything about it. He pulled in to a parking space and shut off the car.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Now comes the hard part." Spike glanced toward the trunk. "Carrying everything in."