Bosco fluffy drabble, gen, G

for monack

Brush

It was kinda embarrassing -- ok, it was damned embarrassing and if anyone ever asked him, he'd lie through his teeth to explain it.

Or maybe he'd just pretend he didn't know anything about it. Claim an old girlfriend must have left it, or something. But who was ever going to see it? Who besides him was ever in his bathroom? And anyone who did find their way back here wasn't going to be poking around and digging through his stuff.

Which pretty much left Faith as the only one who would find it and ask him and not believe him when he made up some bullshit. But that was OK, because she'd probably not even blink when he told her why he had it.

Bosco set his grandmother's old, soft hairbrush back as he finished wiping the counter clean. The handle was fake pearl, or ivory, or something, and the bristle were soft enough to use on a baby's head. The sort of brush only old ladies and pretentious little girls would ever own.

It was the only thing of hers he'd got out of the house when she'd died. He had no idea where the rest of it had got to. His father's mother -- so none of it was at his own mother's house, and if his father had anything, Bosco wouldn't be likely to ever find out.

He touched the bristles, remembering watching her brush her hair and listening to her singing.

Giles/Xander, sweetness

for rubywisp

Giles rolled over, knowing that the morning was growing late and he had things to do. People to see, evil to combat. All very good reasons to get out of bed and stop lazing about.

He kept his eyes closed, and didn't move. The warmth all along his left side was the primary reason he remained in bed. As he thought it, he scooted over just a bit, trying to move carefully.

"Mmmmm. Morning yet?" Xander's voice came from somewhere under the covers.

"No. Can't be," Giles told him. Now that he knew Xander was awake, he moved more quickly, gathering Xander into his arms and snuggling closely. He heard Xander sigh, happily.

"Stay in bed 'til noon?" he heard Xander suggest.

"Excellent idea. I'm so glad I put you in charge."

He felt a finger poke him in the ribs. "Not in charge. I'm just the only one willing to make phone calls."

Giles felt himself slipping back to sleep. "Same thing," he said, then he buried his face against his lover's shoulder and he didn't hear any response at all.

Buffy/Xander/Riley ficlet, nc-17

for xanphibian

( Conglomerate )

Bosco werewolf snippet, rated G

for dine

Turn Around

Bosco turned around three times before sitting down on the floor. He reached over to grab the newspaper, then realised that Faith was staring at him. He glared at her. "What?"

"Why do you do that?"

Narrowing his eyes -- despite knowing exactly what she was talking about -- he snapped, "I read the paper because it has the scores from last night in it."

She hit him on the head with the magazine she'd been holding. Brian, over on the couch, laughed. Bosco glared harder. Faith had taken to thumping him whenever he did something that pissed her off, and Brian was finding it more and more amusing as time went on. He thought about throwing something at Brian, but the only thing he had was the paper, which he hadn't read yet.

"Why do you turn around three times before you sit down? Why do dogs do that?"

"I'm *not* a dog," he said in an exasperated tone.

Faith rolled her eyes. "Just answer the question. I've never understood why dogs -- and werewolves, apparently -- turn around before lying down."

Bosco shrugged. "I don't know why dogs do it." He waited. Sure enough, after a moment, Faith thumped him again. Brian laughed again. Bosco looked up with an innocent expression on his face. "I just do it to make you ask why I'm doing it."