It's been a hard day's night.
And I've been working like a dog.
It's been a hard day's night.
I should be sleeping like a log.
But when I get home to you.
I find the things that you do.
Will make me feel all right.
"I can't move." Buffy said collapsing onto the bed. "I don't even care that I'm smelly and wearing the outfit I put on for patrol to bed. I am just going to lay here until that alarm goes off tomorrow morning."
"Oh come on I thought that training session was fun." Spike said walking in.
"It is not fun to patrol for four hours killing about ten vampires. Then come home and fight your fiancé who also happens to be a vampire for another three. I'm so completely wiped. I'm getting too old for this. Now I know why slayers aren't supposed to live into their twenties. Their bodies are already about to give out on them. I'm old and tired and headed for that old slayers home I used to talk about you know the one where I sit around talking about how I got Mr. Pointy bronzed. Bronze oh my god. I was supposed to meet Willow and Xander there tonight. Could you hand me the phone so I can call them?"
Spike grabbed the phone off the nightstand. "I'm not letting you let your muscles tense up. Now you are going to get up walk over here to make the phone call and then you're taking a hot bubble bath to relax those muscles."
Buffy feebly got up muttering something about who died and made him Giles. She called the Bronze and explained to Willow how patrol and training had wiped her out. At least her best friend would be sympathetic to her sore muscles.
You know I work all day. To get you money: to buy you things. And it's worth it just to hear you say. You're going to give me everything.
After her phone call, Buffy stumbled into the bathroom. "I really, really hate that man. I swear anyone else had seen me on that bed tired they would have let me stay there. But no I have a mean fiancé that makes me get up and take a bath."
"Would it make you feel any better if I got in and started massaging your shoulders?"
"Maybe a little" Buffy smiled as Spike got in to make bath time full of fun.
So why on earth should I moan? Because when I get you alone, You know I feel okay. When I'm home, everything seems to be right. When I'm home, feeling you holding me tight.
After they had managed to get out of the bathtub and into their pajamas. Spike and Buffy snuggled into bed to sleep the sleep of the very tired slayer and the knackered vampire three hours later.
"I can't move." Buffy said collapsing onto the bed. "I don't even care that I'm smelly and wearing the outfit I put on for patrol to bed. I am just going to lay here until that alarm goes off tomorrow morning."
"Oh come on I thought that training session was fun." Spike said walking in.
"It is not fun to patrol for four hours killing about ten vampires. Then come home and fight your fiancé who also happens to be a vampire for another three. I'm so completely wiped. I'm getting too old for this. Now I know why slayers aren't supposed to live into their twenties. Their bodies are already about to give out on them. I'm old and tired and headed for that old slayers home I used to talk about you know the one where I sit around talking about how I got Mr. Pointy bronzed. Bronze oh my god. I was supposed to meet Willow and Xander there tonight. Could you hand me the phone so I can call them?"
Spike grabbed the phone off the nightstand. "I'm not letting you let your muscles tense up. Now you are going to get up walk over here to make the phone call and then you're taking a hot bubble bath to relax those muscles."
Buffy feebly got up muttering something about who died and made him Giles. She called the Bronze and explained to Willow how patrol and training had wiped her out. At least her best friend would be sympathetic to her sore muscles.
You know I work all day. To get you money: to buy you things. And it's worth it just to hear you say. You're going to give me everything.
After her phone call, Buffy stumbled into the bathroom. "I really, really hate that man. I swear anyone else had seen me on that bed tired they would have let me stay there. But no I have a mean fiancé that makes me get up and take a bath."
"Would it make you feel any better if I got in and started massaging your shoulders?"
"Maybe a little" Buffy smiled as Spike got in to make bath time full of fun.
So why on earth should I moan? Because when I get you alone, You know I feel okay. When I'm home, everything seems to be right. When I'm home, feeling you holding me tight.
After they had managed to get out of the bathtub and into their pajamas. Spike and Buffy snuggled into bed to sleep the sleep of the very tired slayer and the knackered vampire three hours later.