on 2020-11-20 08:15 pm (UTC)
Got 772 words down for the next Xmas fic...

She squealed in painful delight and he let her go. “How is it that you are still unmarried, dear?” Morticia took a careful breath. Nothing seemed broken. “You have so much to offer.”

“Well, most birds don’t appreciate a well decorated crypt.” He followed her into the living room, remember to not step on the rug. He’d had an ankle full of polar bear last time and his Doc Martins still bore the holes.

“The younger generation, they don’t appreciate tradition.” Morticia glided back to the partially decorated tree.

“Speaking of tradition, I like your decorations. Makes me want to burst into song.” He successfully navigated the home furnishing and handed her an ornament.

“Hold that thought and you can help us pour hot oil on the carolers tonight.”
Spike grinned at the mental image. “That’s what I like about you folks. You know how to have fun!” He held up a paper chain made from parking violations. “Speaking of such, where is everyone?”


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