Bloody Hell
Chapter One- Waking up
Buffy woke, tight in his embrace. She didn't even open her eyes; she knew exactly where she was and why she was there. A few months ago, this situation would have confused the crap out of her, but she was used to it now, waking up in his arms. The man she loves. Finally her eyes opened and she looked around her.
She was in a dark room, no sunlight, or artificial light. She could barley see beyond her nose. As she sat up, Spike rolled over.
She heard him mumble in his sleep as she turned on the lamp. Buffy smiled sweetly at him and headed to the upper level of his crypt. The blonde walked over to the old wooden cabinet, and pulled out her things. Grabbing a pair of black leather pants and a red tank top, from the stash of clothes she kept there, she headed back downstairs to take a shower.
A little later she was dressed, roaming around Spike's bedroom trying to find her boots, while scolding herself for not having brought a hair dryer to his place. Quickly putting on her boots she reached for a piece of paper.
Spike, Love you,
Sorry Honey, couldn't stay
late today. I told the gang I would meet them at the shop. Why don't
you make a 'surprise' visit later? See you when I can.