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TITLE: Coffee, Tea, or Me
CONTENT: implied sex
SUMMARY: Spike makes breakfast for Giles. Done for giles_shorts prompt 'coffee'.
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Length: 203 words.
Giles came down the stairs to the scent of bacon and bangers frying, and the scent of coffee. He went in the kitchen and was surprised by Spike clad only in boxers and an apron, frying up all sorts of things on the stove. "Doing a decent fry-up for brekkie," Spike said. "Bet you haven't had a proper English breakfast in ages."
"I haven't," replied Giles. "Where did you get everything, and how?"
"Lifted a little dosh out of your pocket," said Spike. "You were pretty passed out, well, after, and I went to an all-night grocery."
Giles sighed exasperatedly but really there was no cure for it. His own fault, sleeping with the blond menace seemed to have given him carte-blanche to spoil his life otherwise. And the fry-up did smell good. Only... "Coffee? You know I prefer tea."
"Tea is too weak to stand up to all this grease. Need coffee to cut it." Spike finished and started dishing up the food. "How do you take your coffee?"
"I like my coffee..." Giles began, but Spike interrupted.
"Like you like your men, sweet and blond, right?" He finished for Giles.
Giles sighed again. It was going to be a long morning.