Disclaimer: nothing is mine.
Setting: Season 6, after "The Gift". No real spoilers.
Every
night she comes to him.
The sun barely
sinks down the spires, and unnoticed she gets out of her room to
follow her way to his crypt.
She takes a waste bottle away from
his hands and lies alongside.
First time it was unbearably
painful.
First time she sobbed, violently holding his hand,
tightened around the stake inches away from his chest.
First time
she bit her lips
till they bled,
trying not to cry, when he entered her, stretching, tearing. When his
lips groaned out a stranger's name.
First time she, gulping back
her tears, washed away her own blood from his sleeping form. And the
next morning – his scent from her body.
So as to come again.
In
the daytime she spends hours with him. They joke and play cards. He
tilts his head and calls her Lil'Bit.
He remembers nothing.
Alcohol completely wipes all the nightly events off his memory.
But
she doesn't forget.
Every night she sleeps with him, arching
under his body weight. When he moves in her, deeper with every
thrust.
Every night she rocks to meet him, with her legs enfolding
his firm thighs, and whispers feverishly, "Spikespikespike…"
Every morning he sleeps soundly and she frees herself from his cuddle to get furtively back, to her house. And wash his taste, his scent away from herself over again.
In
the daytime he tells her that every night
he dreams about her sister.
And she knows it's the only way to
keep him from the fatal step. The only way not to let him die.
Hence
every night she comes to him over and over…
