Feet
Buffy had always thought feet were kind of gross. They were weird, occasionally smelly, and on the whole? Pretty disgusting. Athlete’s foot, calluses, bunions… She shuddered. Just the thought was enough to make her feel ill.
Somehow, after another bout of the sex she pretended she wasn’t having, she and Spike had ended up top and tail in his bed. He lay flat on his back, snoring lightly, sheets covering the important parts, arms flung wide and feet sticking out the covers.
His feet were pretty unremarkable, as far as feet went. She’d never thought about Spike having feet before. Oh, she knew he had them. He was human—well, human-shaped—of course he had feet. But she’d never thought about them before. Why would she? When she was fantasizing… er… thinking about Spike, his feet weren’t usually the focus.
His hands, however… she’d had a lot of nice thoughts about those. And his arms. Shoulders. Co—But! That wasn’t the point. The point was two very normal-looking feet, currently right next to her face, and the stupid, childish idea that had suddenly formed in her mind.
Buffy sat up slightly, thinking that all the sex had to have gone to her head if she was contemplating feet of all things. Slipping out of the bed, she quietly gathered her clothes and dressed, hoping all the while that Spike was as out-for-the-count as he looked.
She bit her lip when he shifted, one hand moving to rest on his stomach, and she was momentarily distracted from rooting in her bag by his tight muscles and smooth skin. She shook herself and approached the bed, small pink bottle firmly grasped in hand.
Several neat and precise brush strokes later, Buffy had to smother a giggle at the sight before her. Spike lay flat on his back, sheets covering the important parts, arms flung wide and feet sticking out of the covers—now with bright pink toenails.
She left the crypt without looking back, except for when she did turn around to check he wasn’t awake, and not to ogle, of course—childish giggles bubbling up inside.
Feet were gross. Strange looking. Kinda nauseating. But tonight, for five minutes, they had made her smile, and that was kind of amazing.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
A comment from a poster at a forum inspired this: they were under the misapprehension that Spike painted his toenails as well as his fingernails (hee!) And the result was this. Warnings: feet. I know some people dislike them, lol. Betaed by Sotia.