"Why are you answering Spike's phone?"
"Spike's phone?" Andrew echoed somewhat stupidly. He was still wondering why Angel was calling, the thought of getting his head around the phone belonging to Spike was still sinking in.
"Is Spike there?"
It sounded like Angel was grinding his teeth. If it got any louder, Andrew didn't think the phone he was calling from would survive the experience. "Not that I can see. Hang on a second." He looked in Buffy's room, then his own. He was a little disappointed not to find Spike waiting for him in bed. Naked. With a come hither look in his eyes. He sighed, a man could always dream.
He opened Dawn's bedroom door and was more than a little surprised to see she was not only in bed, but that she had company. Closing the door quietly, he walked through to the kitchen so he wouldn't disturb them. "Spike's here, but he's not available at the moment."
Andrew held the phone at arm's length and could still hear Angel's yelling quiet clearly. He didn't think it was possible to insert the phone in the manner that Angel was suggesting and some of those positions were not humanly possible. Perhaps vampires were more flexible, he'd have to remember to ask Giles.
When Angel's tantrum finally wound down, Andrew had a chance to reply. "I can't see any bag here, but the door was unlocked when I came in, so maybe somebody took it." Another round of very loud and inventive cursing spewed forth from the handset. "No, I am not going to disturb Spike. You can sort this out on your own. Goodbye Angel." He disconnected the call, turned the phone off and tossed in on the counter.
He may not have Spike, was he was happy that Dawn did, she needed someone in her life. Andrew smiled as he thought of the sight he found in Dawn's room, seeing Spike and Dawn wrapped around each other in sleep, they looked so cute together. Like puppies cuddling, but human and naked. Naked Spike... Andrew drifted off into a happy place. He wondered if there was an Italian version of Spike wandering about Rome with his name on him. Tattooed somewhere that only Andrew would ever see.
Picking up his keys, he headed out to pick up breakfast. Even if tortured he wouldn't have admitted it was because Roberto in the café up the street was hitting on him.
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Part of the Rome!verse and the London!verse