Giles/Xander Peeps Double Drabble by Holmes

Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, Joss does. Don't own the peeps. Don't sue.


Xander stormed into the room, the very picture of an
addict driven to desperation for his fix, and slammed
Giles' book shut. "Where are they?"

"What?" Giles said, looking distractedly over his
glasses at the crazed looking teenager.

"You know what!" he snapped angrily. "The peeps!"

"I wish that I could help you," Giles chuckled, "because
whatever they are, peeps sound delightfully pervy, but
I don't have them. Sorry."

"I want my peeps, Giles," Xander said in a dangerously
flat voice. "Now."

"My dear boy, I most assuredly do *not* have your peeps,
but if you'd like to conduct a search, please be my guest,"
Giles said smugly, making a melodramatic sweep of his arm
that indicated he could search the entire room. "In fact, I insist
that you make a very *thorough* search for the bloody things."

Xander grabbed the Watcher's face, and pulled him up for a
long, lingering French kiss, savoring the sweet, marshmallowy
taste of his mouth. "Don't worry, I will, you big liar," Xander said,
laughing delightedly at Giles' sheepish grin.
the end