Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred ran some of Spike's gel through his hair and stared at his reflection. Thank god he'd seen Nyx before he left. Struggling students don't tend to have much money, but the kitties were loaded. He was wearing tight black jeans, his black combat boots, a skintight black top, and his black leather jacket. Oh yeah. Very Rebel without a cause here. He smirked slightly; damn, but he looked good.
Spike watched Vortigern get dressed with hot eyes. *Nice* arse encased in very closefitting blue denim. Dark brown riding style boots, leather soft and supple. Brown belt in the same shade accentuating lean hips. Ivory silk top against golden blond hair. His boy looked good enough to eat. A nummy treat. Spike stood and slipped his hands around Vortigern's waist. "Do you really want to go out tonight, pet?"
"Yeah, I actualy do. I couldn't dance the last time I went out somewhere, if you remember." Vortigern leant back into Spike's arms.
"Point, pet."
Mordred left the bathroom and went to Gwen's room. "You ready, love?"
Gwen
Gwen glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt, so tiny it only just covered her arse. She had black lace up knee high boots on and her red fishnet stockings matched her red, almost translucent tie up shirt.
"Yep, almost done."
She released the clip and let her long brown wavy hair cascade over her shoulders. Turning to face Mordred, she smiled.
"Ready."
Mordred
"You look gorgoues, my love." Mordred walked over to her, and hesitated. "I really want to kiss you..do you have LISA on? Don't fancy being sparked across the room."
Gwen
Gwen nodded and kissed Mordred lightly on the lips.
"Yep, LISA is on and working. You look so hot."
Mordred and Vortigern
"You look more then hot. Sparks flying tonight." Mordred grinned. "Gonna be the envy of every guy in the room...maybe a few girls too." He kissed either corner of her mouth, before kissing her more fully.
Spike shrugged on his duster as Vortigern draped a silver chain necklace around his neck. They left the room that Gwen had given them. "Well, we want to get going, or what?" Spike asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Mordred turned to face the blond vampire, and grinned slowly. "I think we're ready. So, where do we go to have fun in this town?"
Gwen
Gwen grabbed a small red shrug and put it on. "Well there's a few clubs that we can hit. We can just look around for one that seems cool, if ya want?"
Mordred and Vortigern
"Sounds fine, love. What do you two think?" Mordred asked.
"Don't care. I just wanna do some dancing this time round." Vortigern shrugged.
"You pick, pet," Spike said.
Gwen
Gwen grinned and grabbed Mordred's hand, pulling him out of the apartment. She stopped and waited for Vort and Spike to catch up.
"Come on, we'll find some clubs and dance the night away."
Mordred and Vortigern
"Sounds like an excellent plan." Mordred smiled, and kissed her neck. "Smart girl. How you decided to stay with me though..."
"Shut up, wolf, and let's go have some fun." Vortigern punched his twin lightly on the shoulder. "No angsting tonight."
"No, we have peaches for that." Spike grinned. "Whine, whine, whine. Do you reckon if he was drunk, he'd still be brooding? But even if Angel got drunk, his hair would remain sober."
Gwen
Gwen giggled and led them outside her apartment building and out onto the street.
"I can't be mean to Angel, he's the one who helped me get this place."
She walked a little further down the street, holding Mordred's hand.
"What about over there?"
Mordred and Vortigern
"Looks good, Gwen." Mordred squeezed her hand lightly.
Vortigern was already grooving slightly. "Looks fine. Let's line up." They got into the thankfully short line for the club, and were quickly inside and on the dancefloor. Spike and Vortigern ground against each other, the mortal's face slightly flushed in the heat and Spike's as icy pale as it usually was, even as his smile matched his lover's.
Mordred started to dance with Gwen, telepathy picking up all the disgruntled thoughts, and smirking to himself. Mine.
Gwen
Gwen wrapped her arms around Mordred's neck and kissed him, once, twice, three times. She was grinding nicely against him, wondering what she had done to deserve someone like him.
"Look at Spike and Vort, they're so cute together."
Mordred and Vortigern
"I'm not sodding cute!" Spike yelled to her, vampiric hearing having picked it up. Mordred just smiled at the look in his twin's eyes.
"They are pretty cute."
"The Big Bad does not bloody well do cute! What is wrong with you two?" Vortigern grabbed Spike's head and kissed him forcefully to shut him up. It worked.
"Yeah, as we said. Cute." Spike flipped Mordred the two finger salute, while continuing to kiss Vortigern.
Gwen
Gwen grinned at Spike and Vort then her eyes returned to Mordred.
"Hey, if ya wanna get majorly drunk, we can go to 'Caritas'. It's Lorne's karaoke, demon/alien/mutant friendly bar."
Mordred and Vortigern
"Getting drunk sounds like a good idea. As long as they don't ask for ID. You know having to be 21 to drink in this country is a major annoyance." Mordred smiled to show his annoyance wasn't that bad really. "But then again...it does have you in it."
"Did I hear you say we could go and get drunk? What are we waiting around here then?" Spike kissed Vortigern again. "What do you think, pet?"
"Sounds fun. And I want to hear you sing." Spike sighed, and Vortigern pouted. "Please?"
"Fine. But you owe me." Spike grinned. "I want to hear you sing as well."
"Deal."
Gwen
Gwen grinned cheekily. "Well, what are we waiting for? And I wanna hear you sing, my love."
She grabbed Mordred's hand and led him out of the club and headed off in the direction of Caritas.
Mordred and Vortigern
They entered Caritas, laughing and talking. Vortigern and Mordred couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at some of the customers, then shrugged. Eh. They'd deal.
"So, what does everyone want to drink?" Mordred asked. When Spike raised an eyebrow, Mordred grinned. "Kitties have much money. I crawled to Nyx, now I have a lot of money. Enough for a couple of nights out, anyway."
"JD, straight," Spike said.
"Woodpecker. What?" Vortigern said in response to Spike's look. "I happen to like ale...just not the really strong stuff. If they don't have that, I'll just have a beer."
Gwen
"Vodka and lemon."
Gwen's face lit up as she saw Lorne get onstage and sing 'Lady Marmalade'. He finished and came down to see them.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Gwen, how are you doing, sweetheart?"
"I'm wonderful, this is Spike, Mordred and Vortigern."
Mordred and Vortigern
"Hey." Mordred nodded. "Mordred Llewlyn."
"Vortigern Llewlyn." Vortigern smiled. "We're twins. It's fun but slightly insane at points."
"Spike. We've met. Whren Nyx came with Sabre to kick Angel's poofy arse." Spike chuckled. "Bloody amazing, that was."
Gwen
Lorne nodded at Spike and then smiled warmly at the twins. "I remember. And hey there, you two."
Gwen moved her hand up to Mordred's neck and caressed it softly.
"You going to sing, Gwen?" Lorne asked.
Gwen shook her head. "Nah, I don't think so. Let's not subject people to that."
Mordred and Vortigern
"And yet you're going to make me sing?" Mordred sighed in a martyr like fashion. Vortigern snorted softly, and slapped his twin upside the head. "Hey!" Mordred mock-glared at Vortigern who just laughed and leant back into Spike.
"You're the one with exhibitionist qualites. One word - painting." Mordred grinned slyly as he thought about the painting hanging in Gwen's house.
"Good point."
"Yeah, so he's singing. And us." Vortigern grinned at Lorne, holding onto Spike's hand.
"Hope you've got something that's not too horrible," Spike said, before drinking his JD.
Gwen
Lorne grinned. "We have a bit of everything. And, Gwen, honeybunch, if I can get Faith to sing for me, I will make you sing. So you will sing tonight, so I can read you."
Gwen shrugged. "Whatever. As long as it's a short song."
Lorne gestured to the stage. "Someone, anyone?"
Mordred
"I'll go first," Mordred offered and went to look over the playlist. He found one, and hit the play button, grabbing the mike. He took a breath, and loooked straight at Gwen. He started to sing.
"We were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me
Acting like a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me
And I think about it all the time
Sweet temptation rush all over me
And I think about it all the time
Passion desire so intense I can't take anymore because
I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you
And when you looked into my eyes felt a sudden sense of urgency
Fascination casts a spell and you became more than just a mystery
And I think about you all the time
Is this fate is it my destiny
That I think about you all the time
I no longer pretend to have my hand on the wheel because
I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you
I feel the magic building around you
I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you
And I think about it all the time
And I think about it all the time
Tell me it's madness I barely know you
We were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me
Ten steps back you're still a mystery
Acting live a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me
I can't take anymore because
I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you
I feel the magic building around you
I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you
Tell me it's madness
I barely know you..." He put the mike back down and headed over to
Gwen, smiling slightly.
OOC: Chained to you by Savage Garden
Gwen
Gwen could barely stop smiling as Mordred headed over. She kissed him and then pulled away, shrugging and heading for the stage.
Lorne grabbed Mordred's arm gently and sat him down at a table. "Well, you're just a big muffin inside, ain't ya? You love her, a lot, but you seem to hold back a bit, there's something that has made you somewhat angry. But... yet... loyal to the people you care about."
Lorne stopped talking as Gwen began to sing. She grinned coyly at Mordred.
"At last
my love has come along
my lonely days over
and life is like a song
At last
the skies above are blue
well my heart was wrapped up in clover
the night I looked at you I found a dream
that I could speak to
a dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known well
You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last
I found a dreamthat I could speak to
a dream that Icould call my own
I found a thrillto press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known
well
You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last
ooo yea
you are mine
you are mine
at last
at last
at last
at last..."
She hopped off the stage, blushing.
OOC: 'At Last' - Etta James
Vortigern
"My turn, I guess...get it over with." Vortigern headed towards the stage, nervously biting at his bottom lip. He preferred to stand behind an easel, rather then a microphone. He picked a song and started it. Opened his mouth, took a breath and sang,
"You say you don't like my kind
A better picture in your mind
No it don't matter what I say
I hear ya bitchin' when I walk away
I'll never be what ya want me ta be
You tell me I'm wrong but I disagree
I ain't got no apology
Just because I don't look like you, talk like you, think like you
Judge and jury, a hangman's noose;
I see them in your eyes...
Good guys don't always wear white
Good guys don't always wear white
You judge a man who don't stand in line
Just because he ain't on your side
You know the man who wears those shoes
If you cut me don't I bleed like you?
Ya know I do
I don't know watcha been told
Can't buy guts with a pot 'o gold
A rich man's poor if he got no soul
Rich man, poor man begger man can
All that shit don't mean a thing
Do you know which one's behing those eyes?
It's always a disguise...
Good guys don't always wear white
Good guys don't always wear white
Hey baby... what side you on?
You think you got it all fired out,
Where we belong
Forget all about your dark dressed knight
Day from night,
Wrong from right...
Good guys don't always wear white
Good guys don't always wear white
Don't always wear
Don't always wear
Don't always wear
Don't always wear
Don't always wear...
White..."
He headed off the stage and sat down next to Spike, shaking a little bit. Fitted Spike, anyway, that song. "So, that was bad, right?"
"Nah, pet. You're not a bad sing at all." Spike leaned over and kissed him quickly.
OOC: Good guys don't always wear white by Jon Bon Jovi.
Gwen
Lorne gestured to Vort. "Well, pumpkin, you're getting there, aren't you?" He lowered his voice. "My advice, tell the man you love him. And I don't think you'll be hurt."
Gwen giggled and sat in Mordred's lap, waiting for Spike to go up onstage. Lorne moved his head as a gesture for her to come over. She kissed Mordred's nose. "Back in a sec."
"Have a seat, sweetcakes."
Gwen sat down. "So, what did you see?"
"You really love Mordred, but why the thoughts of hurt for Gunn?"
"You're empathic, you tell me."
"I can't tell you why."
"Well... I guess... I feel bad for hurting him. Twice. But, I'm happier with Mordred. And that kinda makes me feel guilty again."
Lorne patted her arm gently. "You love him... and he loves you."
Gwen smiled and waved, going back to sit on Mordred, and waiting for Spike to sing.
Spike
"My turn then." Spike stubbed out his cigarette and headed up to pick a song. Slightly put out by the lack of punk, he nevertheless found a song. He pressed the button and swaggered up to the microphone.
"I fucked up again
It's all my fault
So turn me around and face the wall
Read me my rights
And tell me I am wrong
Until it gets into my thick skull
A slap on the wrist
A stab in the back
Tourture me, I've been a bad boy
Nail me to the cross
Until you have won
I lost before I did any wrong
I'm hexed with regrets
And bad luck
Keep your distance
Cause it's rubbing off
Or you will be damned
To spend your life in hell
Or earth with me
Tangled at your feet
You finally met your nemesis
Disguised as your fatal long lost love
So kiss it goodbye
Until death do we part
You fell for a jinx
For crying out loud."
He stepped down and walked back over, lighting up a new cigarette on the way.
Gwen
Lorne smiled sadly at Spike. "Sugarplum, you're really suffering the effects of this soul, aren't you? Let me tell you, you've got a mix of feelings in here, it's confusing. We have love and then as strongly as we have that, we have pain. Honey, you can't blame yourself for everything that has happened recently. Just keep that in mind."
Gwen grinned as Spike left Lorne. "That was so cool, Spike."
Vortigern
"Thanks, pet." Spike smiled, and then his grin faded into a glare. "Oh, lovely. Just when I thought all the brooding was over..." Vortigern snickered, then yelped as Spike dragged the mortal into his lap and Angel walked in, flanked by members of Angel Investigations. "Don't let him sing, whatever you do."
"Is he that bad?"
"He's that bad. I don't think it would have changed."
Gwen
Lorne grinned. "Angel cakes! How good to see you all again, and at the grand re-opening of my club." He turned serious. "Please don't blow it up again."
Gunn caught sight of Gwen and looked away. "Don't worry Lorne, we're not here on business."
Cordy turned to Angel. "You know, you don't have to sing. You can just hang out, drink some blood, you know? Or sing something short. Really short."
"I was thinking about 'Stairway To Heaven' actually."
"Don't even joke about that!"
Vortigern and Mordred
"More drinks are definetly needed." Mordred stood and made his way over to the bar. "Sod it." He came back balancing a tray carefully. "JD for Spike, Woodpecker for Vort, Guinness for me, vodka and lemon for Gwen. So, time off from the brooding this evening? And where's the guy with the serious safety issues?"
Vortigern snickered, more then half way to being seriously drunk. "Man, though. He'd make a fantastic David."
"Hmm?"
"When I was doing that whole Renaissance Biblical kick. David. Killled Goliath. Angel...Jesus Christ. Definetly. That whole kick me I'm so tortured, you know?"
"Soul, that's why." Spike licked thoughtfully at Vortigern's eck, and Vortigern leaned back into it, baring his neck.
"You've got a soul. Not so with the brooding."
"Don't have a happiness clause, do I?"
Angel ignored their attempts to bait him, and the twins laughed. They both raised their glasses and clinked them together. "Mavericks forever!"
"We really need Octavian and the glorious Demetria for this though," Vortigern said suddenly after they had both finished their drinks.
"Oh, Tav isn't wanting to go anywhere. Cos Dawn turned him into a girl."
"Makes a hot looking girl though."
"Point. Very Goth slut bite me please."
"Different to usual."
"Yeah, rather then I'm so rich I can affords to be eccentric and wear no shoes."
"Tav has sexy feet."
"You're drunk."
"So are you."
"I'm not. You're the one who gets pissed just by looking at alcohol. Woodpecker isn't even strong." Spike was listening to the twins argue semi-seriously and shaking with silent laughter. The members of Angel Investigations were basically ignoring them. "Let's get up and sing again."
"Good idea. I'm so drunk I couldn't care less really." They both got up and headed over to the stage. "Good Charlotte?"
"Nah." They flicked through the songs. "Here's a good one. Fitting, almost." Vortigern looked at it and snickered.
"Good pick." They both went up to the mike. "I'll sing the female, yeah?"
"Yeah. You're the one who can at least hit the high notes."
"And you're such the manly man, you don't have to."
"Too bloody right." They started to sing together.
"We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times..." Mordred gestured for Vortigern to take over.
Vortigern grinned, and did so. Quite well.
"Oh Danny Boy
Danny Boy
Danny Boy..." They both started to sing again once the female
soloist part was over.
"I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times..."
"Don't cry for me
Next door neighbour..."
"I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing..."
"I actually know Danny Boy," Vortigern remarked as they headed back to the table.
"Shut up." Vortigern laid his head against Mordred's shoulder and laughed.
OOC: Tubthumping by Chumbawhamba
Gwen
Gwen was giggling when Mordred and Vort were singing and she grinned happily when Mordred headed back to her. She took a sip of her drink and turned her head slightly to talk to Angel, at the neighbouring table.
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred kissed Gwen and let his twin sit back to Spike. Who had very rapidly decided he liked it when his boy was drunk. It made him giggling and rather silly, in a way that made Spike want to drag him out of there and find a bed. Or any horizontal surface. Or even a vertical one.
"You're fun when you're pissed, pet." Spike tugged Vortigern back into his lap. Vortigern just laughed and then kissed Spike hard on the lips, grinding his ass against the vampire's hips. Yes, he very much liked this side of his boy.
"You know, for a British guy, you're not so bad yourself. But you're not pissed yet." Vortigern's accent was growing stronger as he drank more. "Go Wales! And the English let the bloody Irish onto the soccer team! So it's the British and Irish bloody Lions, but not the Welsh or Scottish Lions. How unfair is that?"
"I only barrack for Manchester United, pet."
"Good." Vortigern nodded firmly.
"You cannot hold your drink, Vort." Mordred shook his head.
"Means I don't havta pay as much does it, gurrier?" Vortigern flipped his twin off. "I think...we should buy some chocolate on the way home. Meltable chocolate."
Gwen
Gwen turned back and kissed Mordred again, half listening to Vort and Spike, but rather finding herself getting lost in Mordred's eyes.
"Mmm, I think home sounds like a good idea."
Mordred and Vortigern
Mordred smiled slowly. "Whatever my lady desires." He leant in closer and kissed a corner of her mouth. "My love." He kissed the other corner. "My life." He kissed the middle. "Ahestele..."
"Where'd you learn Glaistig?" Spike asked, sitting up slightly. Mordred glanced at him.
"I talked to one. She wanted to eat me, and tried to convince me to take a swim in her stream. Obviously didn't." He gazed into Gwen's eyes. "Lucky me."
"My brother is a smarmy tongued bastard at times," Vortigern confided to Spike. "So much for the thing about how words don't suit him..."
"Will you shove off already and shag your bloody vampire?"
"Oh, will do." Vortigern threw back his head and laughed. "Very much high on the agenda tonight."
Gwen
"Mmm, shagging sounds nice." Gwen grinned cheekily at Mordred.
Gunn coughed loudly from the other table. Gwen looked over, feeling nervous.
Mordred
Mordred always got a bit risk taking when he got drunk. He straightened, turned to face Gunn and grinned nastily. "Go n-ithe an cat thu is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat. Gurrier." Angel choked on his drink. "And someone knows a bit of Gaelic. Bonus points for the brooding vampire."
Gwen
Gunn frowned. "What the hell did you just say to me?"
Gwen stood up. "Guys, cool it. It doesn't matter, really."
Mordred and Vortigern
"Makes you upset, bloody well does matter to me." Mordred was now itching for a fight. "Why don't we take this outside, gurrier?" He's smile was more predatory now, anticipating.
"Wolf, quit this. Just take it that the term isn't very polite." Vortigern half stood, and then Spike plled him back down.
"Hang on a tic, pet. I want to see this play out. 'Sides, Mordred won't get hurt. He's had me, Nyx, Sabre and Wolverine training him. You should be worried for the other guy." Spike's eyes were gleaming. Mordred laughed, and then turned back to Gunn.
"Gealtair," he spat.
"Wolf, don't please." Vortigern's eyes were wide with worry, and he glanced from Gunn to Mordred.
Gwen
Gunn looked straight back into Mordred's eyes, his expression deadly. He got up and jerked his head to gesture they go outside.
Gwen chewed her lip nervously and jumped up. "Do not do this, both of you. It's stupid, it's childish, and it makes me oh so very pissed off."
Mordred
Mordred growled deep in his throat. Now that he had a fight, he really, really wanted to. But he didn't want to annoy Gwen either. "Go n-ithe cúnna ifrinn do chroí." He sat down sullenly, still glaring at Gunn icily. "Actually, are there hellhounds?"
"Yeah, wolf." Spike was a bit saddened that it looked like there wouldn't be a fight after all. He really wanted to see what Mordred could do. And it would piss Angel off.
"Maybe they will then." Mordred looked a little bit cheered by the thought. "He's lucky I love you," Mordred said to Gwen. "Otherwise I would seriously maim him. Sure I can't rough him up a bit, pet?"
Gwen
Gunn sat down, his eyes fixed on Gwen and his expression apologetic. "Sorry, Gwen."
Gwen's eyes were flashing dangerously. She was close to sparking, but remembered the no violence rule. "What the hell does it matter anymore? Let's all stop being childish."
Gunn took a deep breath, looking ashamed. "I really am sorry, look, you can't blame me for being a bit hurt though, can you?"
Gwen closed her eyes for a second. "No, I can't. I know I hurt you, ok, and I am *really* sorry and I can't ever apologise enough for that. But I am tired of the fighting. Let's get something cleared right now."
Gunn nodded for her to continue.
Gwen stood so she could look at both Mordred and Gunn. "I loved you Gunn, at least, I thought I did. You and I, we had fun, we got along really well, but I think somewhere along the line, we confused friendship with love. And I'm sorry, I really am, I can't tell you that enough."
"I know, and I'm sorry that I behaved so badly."
Gwen raised her arm. "And Mordred, I love you. Ok? You know that, but you have to accept that Gunn might still be a part of my life, not as a lover, but as a friend. You don't have to feel defensive around him, ok, you got me! You got the girl! Please let's not start any trouble."
Mordred and Vortigern
"But trouble's such fun," Mordred said, grinning slightly, then sighed. "Stopped, didn't I? But I don't like to see you hurt. Makes me go a bit snarly."
"Right, now that that's all sorted out, and there *isn't* going to be a fight, can we go back to Sparks's place?" Spike stood, and steadied Vortigern with one hand.
"Oh, yes. But I want chocolate." Vortigern started to nibble up Spike's neck, teeth nipping lightly. "Much chocolate. Wanna lick it off you."
"Right. Going now." Spike grabbed Vortigern's hand and dragged him out of the club. Mordred laughed.
"Shall we go then?" He looked at Gwen.
Gwen
"Yeah, I'll meet you outside." Gwen watched as Mordred left and turned to Angel and co.
"I'm sorry about that."
She glanced once more at Gunn, her eyes sad. "I am sorry." As she left, she put her hand on his shoulder, he reached up and patted it, giving her a small smile. "Thanks, Gunn."
Gwen left the club, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She kissed Mordred as soon as she reached him. "Come on, let's go get some chocolate."
Vortigern and Mordred
"Yes! Chocolate!" Vortigern bounced. Spike chuckled.
"Don't mind my twin, he just really can't hold his drink." They started off, stopped at a convenience store, bought chocolate, and went home. "You get everything sorted out with Gunn?" Mordred asked Gwen hesitantly as they stepped in the door of her bedroom. He couldn't help it, even after what Lorne had said, but he was so terribly afraid...
Gwen
Gwen nodded, not wanting to make it a big issue.
"Everything is great."
She held back what she really thought, knowing it was somewhat fruitless to hide thoughts from a telepath, but deciding she didn't want to ruin the evening. Gwen closed the bedroom door behind them and locked it.
Mordred
Mordred smiled slightly as he took her in his arms and proceeded to kiss her senseless.
Spike was learning how chocolate was meant to be used, at least by boys with eyes like chocolate and a smile that was as sweet.