Not Long to Wait
Ch 55 – Sounds Like a Lion
He dropped down on the bed with a towel around his waist and picked up Dawn's phone. Dawn walked out of the bathroom toweling her hair and sat down next to him then leaned over and looked at the picture. "That is a great pic, Spike. You photograph really well."
He smiled at her then looked closely at the picture and brought his hand up to run it through his hair. "My hair hasn't been this long in ages, pet. I forgot what it looked like, all the curls and whatnot."
"Don't you like the way it looks?"
He looked at the picture again then frowned. "Can't really tell."
She took the phone from him and backed up just a bit then snapped a picture of his head and shoulders. "Here. Now you can see it better."
He looked at the picture and scowled as he tugged on his hair trying to straighten a curl. "No, I don't like it. Looks poncy. I look too much like that git Dracula. Might as well get the ruffles and cape."
Dawn gently ran her fingers through his curls, untangling them. "It's your hair, Spike. I like it like this, but if you want to do something different, it's up to you."
"I've just got this feelin' that I should go back to blond."
She leaned in and gently kissed him. "Works for me, Blondie Bear."
He pulled back and scowled at her. "Oi! Don't call me that! That bint drove me right 'round the bend with that insipid nickname. Thought 'bout stakin' her more than once."
Dawn laughed, "Ok, ok. I won't call you that. Are you gonna leave it long or cut it short?"
He looked at the picture again. "Short. I'd look like a surfer or some such rot with long blond hair."
Dawn leaned back and looked at him, trying to picture his hair blond, then chuckled, "You'd be the palest surfer on the planet." She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair again. "When do you wanna do this?"
He shrugged. "Today… tomorrow… not all that picky, luv. Can you cut it or do I need to find myself a barber?"
She smiled. "I'll run to the store and pick up the stuff and we'll do it today." She finished toweling her hair then walked into the bathroom and quickly brushed it out.
He lay back on the bed, resting his head on his arms as he watched her pull on a skirt and tank top. "Could you pick up a few packets of Sweet N' Low?"
Dawn stopped fastening the straps of her sandal and looked over at him. "Sweet N' Low? For what?"
"To mix with the bleach. Takes some of the sting out."
She finished doing up her sandal then walked over to the counter above the mini fridge and started poking around in the coffee supplies. "Got some right here. How many do you need?"
"Two or three should do it."
"We've got three." She walked over to the bed and crawled up on it, straddling him. "I'm going to get a bleaching kit, gel and scissors. Anything else you need?"
He shook his head. "Can't think of anythin'."
She leaned down and took his bottom lip in her teeth as she ground against him. He moaned low in his throat, capturing her lips in a blistering kiss as his hands trailed down her back and gripped her hips, pulling her closer. She broke the kiss when air became an issue and feathered kisses along his jaw to his ear. "So what are you gonna do while I'm gone?" She nibbled across his collar bone and laved his nipple with her tongue then pulled it sharply into her mouth and suckled. She sat up and climbed off the bed as he groaned.
He adjusted himself under the towel then looked up at her. "Lie here bloody hard as stone and wait for you to get back, I guess."
She smiled down at him. "I can't leave you like this, Spike. That would be mean." He yelped when she reached down and snatched the towel off then growled when she knelt beside him on the bed and took him deep into her throat.
He moaned, "Oh God, luv," as she worked him fast and hard. He was panting and clutching her head, tangling his fingers in her hair as he thrust up into her mouth, then he bent his knees and brought his feet up on the bed as she sucked him in deep. He whimpered a little when she let him go and raised her head, then his whimper turned to a low throaty moan as she sucked two fingers into her mouth, laving them generously with her tongue until they were dripping with moisture.
She lowered her head and took him deep into her throat again as her fingers skated over his tight hole and pushed in, quickly finding the sensitive bundle of nerves. She thrust her fingers in time with her mouth and his hips rose off the bed as his demon came forward with an ear-shattering roar. He fell back to the bed, twitching and still in game face. His demon receded as his body went completely limp and he murmured something unintelligible as she sat up. She smiled down at him then leaned down and kissed him gently. "You have a nice nap and I'll be back before you know it."
She climbed off the bed and pulled the blankets over him then gathered her wallet and phone and headed for the door. She stopped and looked over at him then smiled as she whispered, "Love you, Spike." She opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony. There were several people standing in their open doorways looking around.
An older gentleman, three doors down, looked over at her as she stepped out. "Excuse me, miss. Did you hear that?"
She smiled sweetly at him. "Hear what?"
His brow furrowed as he frowned. "I'm not sure. It sounded like a lion roaring."
She chuckled. *He does kinda sound like a lion, doesn't he?* "Maybe someone is watching Animal Planet and has their TV on too loud."
He nodded faintly. "I suppose, but it sure didn't sound like it was coming from a television. It sounded like a real lion."
She shrugged. "Sorry, I didn't hear it."
He nodded again as he looked down the balcony. "Oh well." He turned back to his room. "You have a nice day, miss."
She leaned on the railing and smiled. "You too." She waited until everyone had gone back into their rooms then looked around quickly. She straightened up and leapt over the railing, landing lightly behind the DeSoto. She was about to step off the sidewalk when her Slayer sense suddenly screamed Vampire!
She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation. *Older, but not as old as Spike.* She turned in a slow circle then started walking down the sidewalk, stopping in front of a door almost at the end of the building. *He's in there.* She turned and looked at the car parked in front of the room, frowning at the license plates, then walked up to the driver's door and looked at the writing in the lower right corner of the window. *Sporty little car with vamp-safe tempered glass and California plates. Angel. He still has people following me. Annoying damn vampire.*
She held her hand over the door lock until the button popped up then wrenched the door open. She plopped down into the driver's seat and dug around until she found paper and a pen then scribbled a note; See me when it gets dark. I know Angel probably told you not to, but do it anyway or I'll send Spike after you. Dawn
She slammed the car door shut then slipped the note under the room door and walked back over to the DeSoto, humming under her breath. *Wonder how far away I have to get before I can't feel Spike.* She stopped by the driver's door and held her hand over the lock. The lock button popped up and she opened the door and climbed in then held her hand over the ignition and started the car with a roar. She grinned as she shifted into reverse and backed out of the space. *I love being The Key.*
