I awake to find those cool blue eyes locked on mine. "What?" I mumble in a fog.
"Morning luv" He says taking his hand out and combing through my hair while at the same time running his thumb down the side of my face.
"Mmmm what time is it?" I mutter. I feel his cold firm lips press to my forehead.
"Dunno, lost track of time watching you sleep." He replies, smiling a warm smile at me.
"Did you get any sleep yourself?" I ask concerned.
"Couldn't for some reason."
"Did I snore?"
"Just a little." He smiles again his eyes twinkling.
I realize now that I am on the floor, and the room, which is my bedroom looks like an earthquake has happened. Pillows are ripped, stuffing coming out. Picture frames are crooked, and Mr. Gordo is lying sideways on a blade of the ceiling fan. "Rough night huh?" Spike chuckles. I roll my eyes and throw the covers off me. Now completely naked and exposed, I begin looking for my pants. Spike clears his throat "Uh Buffy?" He points to the top of the very tall bookcase, my pants hanging off the edge. "Thanks." I reply curtly. I have to jump up a little to retrieve my pants and it doesn't go unnoticed. "Uh Buffy could you do that again?"
"Shut up." I mutter as I slip into my jeans. After I finish dressing I walk to the kitchen and fix myself a bowl of Sugar Bombs and some Orange juice. Spike sits at the table gazing at me. Then he bounces up and grabs a cup of pigs blood out of the fridge.