Sunsets (summer nights challenge)

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title: Sunsets
author: echo
word count: 200 (so says word)
rating: PG
crossing: BtVS/HP
challenge: week 5-17 thru 5-23 (summer nights)
disclaimer: I do not own these characters. The HP ones belong to Rowling. The BtVS/AtS ones belong to Whedon.

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Best thing about dating a teacher was the summer hols.

Another was his live-in girl liked to put in the Ramones, frequently, and sing along while cooking. He loved her voice. Her cooking was another story. He always ate it though.... no matter how bad.

He liked watching sunsets in the sitting room. It used to be just a patio. Now it was covered with glass. The same sort all of Wolfram and Hart had been done with. It allowed him sunsets without catching afire, and it was a beauty tonight. All pinks, oranges, and reds. Reminded him of a certain someone's hair.

He liked that he could sprawl in a lawn chair in just jeans, bare feet propped on an overturned planter, and watch a sunset while he listened to his girl sing along with Joey Ramone and cook in their kitchen. Theirs. He had a kitchen with someone. Him.

"Brought you something."

Spike looked up. Bloody hell! His girl just had to cook in her boxer shorts, bra, and apron, didn't she? Couldn't blame her though. It was blistering hot tonight.

And she was holding a cold bottle of beer his way.

"Nymphadora, you rock the bloody Casbah."

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