Feeling a spring move under his back, Spike shifted to the side, his leftover demonic reflexes keeping him from shifting too far, off the edge to land himself squarely on the floor. Only just.
He grunted as he awoke more fully, then expanded his senses until they met Buffy's. The link told him instinctively that she was awake, too.
Bloody hell, he said her, through their silent connection. Do you have to take up all the room?
Excuse me? The reply had been swift and with a sharp tone to it despite being conveyed directly from her mind to his. Me take up all the room? Me?!
Spike groaned aloud. As much as he loved sharing a bed with his very own slayer-mate for other reasons, she was a goddamn menace when it came to stealing the covers and pushing him right to the edge - literally.
Buffy, he said, his internal voice calm yet firm. Please. I have work in only a few sodding hours. Not tonight, eh love?
I'm not doing anything! Buffy protested. You've pushed me right to my side! You can't be seriously telling me I'm shoving you out of bed now - I've been hanging on by my nails for the past twenty minutes. If I wasn't so damn tired, I'd come over there and properly fight about it!
Spike sighed, rolling over on his side fully to confront her and getting a foot placed directly in his face for the trouble. Blinking around the sudden limb, his eyes followed it down to its owner and he smiled.
Aha, he thought. Apparently too loudly, as Buffy thought he was still talking to her.
Now what? she grumbled.
We have an interloper, he said. Shhh.
Ever so gently, he felt the bed move once more as Buffy rolled to her side, same as he had. Their eyes locked in the dim glow of the room. It wasn't far off sunrise, based on the visibility.
Oh, said Buffy, letting out a breath.
Together, they looked down at the tiny body sleeping between them – stretched out, taking up every available inch of space in the king size bed, plus a few unavailable ones – and smiled at what they had made.