Small smirk of amusement. Found an online drabble generator in my travels. What a peculiar thing! (Oops, just had to go back and correct a typo - put in "draggle" unintentionally...) Obviously, I don't touch type!
The results of submitting random words to generate a story, as follows. *snerk*
Drabble-MaticI Saw Angel Kissing Santa Claus
Spike woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one hard box that looked like a whiskey.
Then Spike noticed that Angel was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Spike thought that he would surprise Angel. Maybe even sneak up behind him and slash him on his blooming back. That always made Angel incandescent.
Spike crept sadly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its hot lights, and the presents, heaped up sulkily, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Angel. Kissing someone.
Spike was so angry, he picked up a whip from a table and threw it insinuatingly up a drainpipe.
They both looked around.
"Angel, you oscillating rat!" Spike yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Spike looked and then rubbed his neck and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Angel said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a scintillating kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Spike said lustily. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be failing."
That seemed reasonable. Spike went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, seemingly, like a fanged version of the best dream ever had. He made Spike's thighs feel all slick.
"You see?" Angel said caressingly and Spike saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
Linky:
http://prillalar.com/drabbles/Ah, the joys of being an insomniac. I lurve the internet!