Shortly after 9:30 am, and nearing the end of Footloose, Spike disappeared into the kitchen.
Hel was fully engrossed in the film, perched cross-legged on the sofa. She yawned, arching her back in order to stretch the stiff disks of her spine. The entire night previous was spent grazing on an assortment of junk food, plunked in front of the television.
It had to have been the most relaxing night of her long and lonely life.
In point of fact, Spike was the only person in all the Nine Realms, aside from her father, whose company she found tolerable.
Ten minutes rolled by, until she became curious of the reason for his absence.
Hel untangled her legs and padded into the kitchen. The sight which greeted her was entirely unexpected. There he was, stood at the stovetop, flipping pancakes in the frying pan and humming along to the radio atop the kitchen counter.
"Do You Wanna Dance?" by The Ramones was playing from small, tinny speakers. His mumbled melody progressed into soft lyrics sung under his breath.
"Is that an offer?" She remarked playfully.
He twirled around and flashed her an impish smile, the frying pan handle gripped by his left hand and a spatula in his right. Her eyes fixated on the flutter of ligaments and sinews in his lean, compactly muscular arms while he slid three perfectly golden pancakes onto a blue plate which was set on the island countertop.
His eyes flicked to hers, and hers snapped away from their ogling. "I hope you like pancakes."
"I would not know. I've never tried them before."
"You truly have lead a tragic life." Spike replied jokingly, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Well, you're not wrong."
He returned the pan to the stovetop and placed the spatula in the sink, then spun and headed for the large, white two-door refrigerator. Reaching inside, he retrieved a bottle of maple syrup.
Upon returning, he sat the bottle of dark, viscous fluid down next to her plate. "Breakfast is served."
She started blankly at the stack of pancakes. "Thank you." She managed to utter quietly, thoroughly perplexed by the concept of him making her, practically a complete stranger, a meal.
Spike frowned, noticing her confusion. "What?"
"Nothing." Hel said quickly. "It's nothing. Just..."
"Just...?"
She rounded on him, mounting suspicion narrowing her eyes. "Why are you so kind to me? There must be a reason. What do you want from me?"
"What? Can't a bloke do something nice out of the evilness of his heart once in a while without a bloody interrogation?" He retorted, taken aback by her accusation of ulterior motivation.
"I suppose..." She trailed off, believing his answer to be truth.
"There you go then." He replied, with an air of finality on the matter, and swaggered from the kitchen, a smug look on his face.
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Gods And Monsters
Fanfiction"Everyone else I've met here is dull as a table lamp. Not that I blame them, of course. It's in their nature. They're just too... Human." "What am I then?" He inquired, his eyes searching hers intently. She smiled. "You're a riddle. I like riddles...
