Vortigern
Vortigern waited until after classes for the day were finished before escaping to the garage. He looked the painting over carefully. Yeah, dry now. He picked it up and started down the corridor, ignoring any curious glances.
"What've you got there, pet?"
"Painting."
"I can see that..."
Vortigern leant the painting down agianst the wall outside of Jean and Scott's room. "Got a bit of paper and a pen or something on you?"
Spike shrugged and rummaged in his duster pockets. "Here ya are, pet." Vortigern took them and scribbled out his message.
Sorry. Vort. Stuck it to the corner of the painting, and started to go.
"What have you got to be sorry for?"
"A prank that turned horribly, horribly wrong. This is...the best way I can say sorry." Vortigern gestured at the painting. It showed Jean and Scott in an 'almost' moment. Her hand going up to the side of his visor, both of them leaning towards each other...not quite, but almost. The door opened and the two turned.
Scott
Scott smiled as he saw the painting. "Vort, that's amazing. BY the way, the vibes you two are giving off, totally powerful. Just jump each other and get it over with," Scott grinned, exiting the room as quickly as he entered.
Vortigern
Vortigern blushed. Spike chuckled. "As a teacher, is he supposed to do that? Encourage his students to have sex with vampires?"
"I don't know, but I liked his idea." Spike moved impercibtively closer to Vortigern.
"I'm thinking it might have some advantages to it." Vortigern ran his tongue over his lips. Spike's eyes darkened. "What do you think?"
"I think it sounds like a bloody good idea, pet."
"Your room?"
"My room." Spike pulled Vortigern in for a kiss. "Now."
"And why am I suddenly wishing I was the twin with the teleportation power?" They left the painting where it was.