A/N: I got this inspiration for this lovely story from Victoria during my story Damned. Somehow along the way, the plot line got complicated and it's taking me a while to get everything together. Ha.
I own nothing but the plot. But that's obvious.
Hope you enjoy.
Prologue
"Bit," his voice says, so quiet, before his eyes rolls back into his head and passes out.
And she doesn't know what to do, but just tend his wounds. Including the big-ass knife gash just above his dead heart. Blood was seeping out like a torrid stream and didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon. He was also bleeding on their floor. So, she took her own bloody hands that were cut and battered, and pressed down on the wound trying to get it to at least stop bleeding so she could clean it up.
After successfully ceasing the oozing blood, she took peroxide to the wound. And then wrapped gauze around it.
True, he was a vampire and none of this really mattered, but hell, she was bored and taking care of herself seemed like too much work.
She stayed by his side until she, also, fell asleep. When the clock struck midnight, only ten minutes since she fell asleep, her hand started to tingle and she rolled towards Spike's unconscious body. Her head found its way to his chest, and his hand in her hair.
The night continued to sway on as her body started to intermingle with his. Each dreaming their own delightfully vivid dream, they started to talk in their sleep.
"Bloody hell," she protested, curling her head closer to his neck, trying to get all of her body onto his.
"But mom," he whined as he grabbed her shoulder, pressing her body towards his.