Ok, own nothing, and ya'll have REALLY got to tell me what's going on
here... cuz... if not, this is gonna be over pretty quickly. Actually, I
take that back. I just got a brainstorm. Ok, it's been sketched out, so
it'll be coming soon. Give me till Wednesday, and nince reviews. Thanks so
much to TigerWolf. You're awesome. And again, Joy for the ideas. Go
Spike. Mrrrrroooowrrrrr
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
Buffy watched Spike sleep. He was sleeping so much more lately. Not just at night. During the day, catching catnaps, sleeping during commercials. She guessed it was just a way of catching up on over... what? Almost 130 years of sleep? But he was thinking in his sleep, again. She could always tell, because it looked like he was glowering with his eyes closed. There were three lines on his face that gave it away. The one between his eyebrows, and one on either side of his mouth.
Dinner had gone off considerably well. Considering. Taco's remained unburned. Her heart remained turned upside down, inside out, and backward. Giles had come for dinner, and Dawn had practically been in his lap the entire time. She had in fact, at one time, kissed him on the cheek. She thought nothing of it, knowing the affection her sister had for Giles -and vice versa- was paternal. She liked having a Grand-da figure. And Buffy liked having a father figure. She looked at the vampire who had just muttered a VERY dark and rude British obscenity under his breath. Curled his nose. It took all she had not to laugh at his mulish expression. She could see him as a little boy. Stubborn. But sweet.
So sweet, her William. Her Spike. Her lover. The father of her child. Their child. She reached out a hand to let it hang directly over his heart. Her palm barely grazed the fabric of his tee-shirt, and she could feel his heartbeat. Thought back on his words. Considered many things for many heartbeats. He saved her, and when he couldn't, he sure as hell tried. He loved her. Loved Dawn. Loved the Scoobies. Even Xander. And Xander was such an ass to him. She had been over all of this already. She even considered his darker side. His demon, that he was at peace with. But turned over for her. She knew he had done things. One didn't get so famous as Spike was without some mayhem. But even now, he seemed proud of that. There was something, lurking just under the sky blue of his eyes that revealed shame. That didn't seem a familiar emotion for him. She wondered if she just asked, would he tell her?
She wondered if she even cared. She loved him for who he was now. Not that she didn't like his.... rougher side, it was just that he could never do the things he had again. He had told her so. So did it matter what he had done? Compared to what he was doing now?
No. She knew it now. No. It didn't matter to her at all. Unless... She scoffed at herself. Spike was SO not into... Well, what did she know? Maybe he had been. But... that didn't matter. She took a deep breath.
"I love you, Spike." It was so much easier to say than she thought. Of course, he was unconscious. She sighed, lay down beside him, and slept.
He drifted, lately, when he 'slept', between the sleep of the undead, and the dreams of a human. This had been the best so far, Buffy's hands resting over his heart, whispering her love... falling asleep... His body jerked awake, not sitting up, his eyes open wide. Had it been a dream? Looking to his side, he saw a very asleep Buffy, and wondered. Closing his eyes slowly, he wouldn't doubt that it had been. But even in his best- and worst- dreams that Buffy never sounded that content, that sure about anything.
Shrugging, he wrapped his arms around his sleeping love and dreamt.
End, part 15.
I know... short. More, longer, soon. Three great words, hmmmm? Stay tuned. What's with the claim? And this apocolypse shit? Who knows? Could be adressed next chapter. Thanks.
Tequila Sunrise
Always.
Tequila Sunrise
Buffy watched Spike sleep. He was sleeping so much more lately. Not just at night. During the day, catching catnaps, sleeping during commercials. She guessed it was just a way of catching up on over... what? Almost 130 years of sleep? But he was thinking in his sleep, again. She could always tell, because it looked like he was glowering with his eyes closed. There were three lines on his face that gave it away. The one between his eyebrows, and one on either side of his mouth.
Dinner had gone off considerably well. Considering. Taco's remained unburned. Her heart remained turned upside down, inside out, and backward. Giles had come for dinner, and Dawn had practically been in his lap the entire time. She had in fact, at one time, kissed him on the cheek. She thought nothing of it, knowing the affection her sister had for Giles -and vice versa- was paternal. She liked having a Grand-da figure. And Buffy liked having a father figure. She looked at the vampire who had just muttered a VERY dark and rude British obscenity under his breath. Curled his nose. It took all she had not to laugh at his mulish expression. She could see him as a little boy. Stubborn. But sweet.
So sweet, her William. Her Spike. Her lover. The father of her child. Their child. She reached out a hand to let it hang directly over his heart. Her palm barely grazed the fabric of his tee-shirt, and she could feel his heartbeat. Thought back on his words. Considered many things for many heartbeats. He saved her, and when he couldn't, he sure as hell tried. He loved her. Loved Dawn. Loved the Scoobies. Even Xander. And Xander was such an ass to him. She had been over all of this already. She even considered his darker side. His demon, that he was at peace with. But turned over for her. She knew he had done things. One didn't get so famous as Spike was without some mayhem. But even now, he seemed proud of that. There was something, lurking just under the sky blue of his eyes that revealed shame. That didn't seem a familiar emotion for him. She wondered if she just asked, would he tell her?
She wondered if she even cared. She loved him for who he was now. Not that she didn't like his.... rougher side, it was just that he could never do the things he had again. He had told her so. So did it matter what he had done? Compared to what he was doing now?
No. She knew it now. No. It didn't matter to her at all. Unless... She scoffed at herself. Spike was SO not into... Well, what did she know? Maybe he had been. But... that didn't matter. She took a deep breath.
"I love you, Spike." It was so much easier to say than she thought. Of course, he was unconscious. She sighed, lay down beside him, and slept.
He drifted, lately, when he 'slept', between the sleep of the undead, and the dreams of a human. This had been the best so far, Buffy's hands resting over his heart, whispering her love... falling asleep... His body jerked awake, not sitting up, his eyes open wide. Had it been a dream? Looking to his side, he saw a very asleep Buffy, and wondered. Closing his eyes slowly, he wouldn't doubt that it had been. But even in his best- and worst- dreams that Buffy never sounded that content, that sure about anything.
Shrugging, he wrapped his arms around his sleeping love and dreamt.
End, part 15.
I know... short. More, longer, soon. Three great words, hmmmm? Stay tuned. What's with the claim? And this apocolypse shit? Who knows? Could be adressed next chapter. Thanks.
Tequila Sunrise