The next morning, Buffy awoke with a start. She wondered why she had such a
bad headache, and shrugged it off. She pushed her legs over the side of the
bed and stood up. Immediately she fell back, dizziness washing over her.
'Oh, geez. This can't be good,' she thought. The she noticed that man, that Spike, sleeping in her chair.
"AAAHHHH!!" she screamed, pulling the covers around her.
Spike awoke suddenly and jumped off the chair, only to stumble and fall over the rug on the floor and jump back up again, muttering, "Batten down the hatches!"
"What the hell are you doing here?!" she screamed at him. He just shook his head, calming down, and said, "Good morning to you too."
"Well, I don't call it a good morning when I wake up and a stranger asleep in my room!"
By now the sleepy vampire could see that this woman was enraged, so he decided not o make any witty remarks.
"Don't you remember the fight last night, luv? And how you got knocked out? And how I saved your friggin life?"
"I did? You did? Wow. I must've really got hit hard," she said, rubbing her head.
"Yeah," Spike mused. "Right into a grave. Here, let me see that, pet."
He walked over to her and felt the soft spot on her skull. "Ouch. It looks bad. But you'll heal fast. Here, we'll get some cleaning stuff." He walked over to the desk and rummaged for some antiseptic, as Buffy carefully took the bandage off.
"Um, Spike, I apologize for screaming at you. I was just kinda-surprised when I found you in my room."
"No worries, pet. I didn't want to wake you, so I guess I just fell asleep in the chair."
"Why didn't you take Willow's bed? Speaking of, where is Willow?" Buffy glanced about, looking for her friend as if she might be hiding.
"Red? She went over to your Watcher's place researching some demon. Actually, researchin' the demon I killed last night." He chuckled.
"You killed it?" She asked, curious, and he began to pour antiseptic on a cotton ball.
"Yeah. Snapped the bugger's head," he said, now concentrating on Buffy's head. "Hold still, Buff."
He swiped the gash on the back of her head with the cotton, and she promptly screamed. Then she pulled back her hand.
"Ah! Don't hit me, I swear I didn't mean it! Oh BLOODY HELL!!!! I said I didn't mean it!" Buffy had punched him at 'didn't mean it', and he flew behind Willow's bed.
"Owch," Buffy sat crying on her bed, cradling her head. "That really stung, Spike."
Spike popped his head out from the other side of Willow's bed. "Not as much as my head's gonna hurt." He sulked. "Is it safe to come out now?" Then he noticed Buffy's crying. "Oh, come on, luv, it wasn't that bad. Not compared to some of the hits you've taken." He sat down right next to her and put his arm around her, which to his surprise she didn't shrug away.
"I guess," she moaned, then turned to him. "Wanna know what was the funniest? Seeing your head pop over the bed!" she giggled maniacally.
"It was not!" he protested.
"Was too!" she was now laughing loudly.
"If I'm going to be insulted, I might was well leave. No use being here when-" His tirade was abrubtly ended when Buffy pressed her lips onto his in a deep kiss. He put his hand on the small of her back, the other on the part of her head that wasn't cut and kissed her back. She wrapped her arms around him as well. Just as the kiss grew more passionate, the door opened and in bounced Willow.
"Hey Buff, brought doughnuts and coffee. Hope you don't mind I-" she stopped dead at the sight before her. Spike and Buffy reluctantly ripped apart and stared at Willow.
"Oh, my God, I am SO sorry. I'm leaving, right now, go back to whatever you were doing, I swear, Buffy, I'm sooo sorry." The redhead was obviously upset and embarrassed.
"Don't worry, Will. It's okay. We were just. . ."
"Reacting to rogue hormones." Spike finished lamely. Buffy looked at him skeptically.
"Yeah. . . what he said." There was an awkward silence in the room. "So, doughnuts anyone?" she asked.
"Actually, I think I'd better go. Just wanted to stay till you got back, Red." Spike got up and went to Buffy."
"Oh, Spike, don't let me make you leave. Stay," Willow beseeched him.
"No, really, I have to go. You'll be fine, pet." He said to Buffy. "Just don't forget the bandage. I'll see you tonight on patrol?"
"Okay," she said. "As long as I don't get knocked out again." She smiled. "See ya."
Spike was almost out the door, when he stopped and turned to Willow, who was looking guilty. "Careful giving her any antiseptic, Red," he said, smirking, and then left.
'Oh, geez. This can't be good,' she thought. The she noticed that man, that Spike, sleeping in her chair.
"AAAHHHH!!" she screamed, pulling the covers around her.
Spike awoke suddenly and jumped off the chair, only to stumble and fall over the rug on the floor and jump back up again, muttering, "Batten down the hatches!"
"What the hell are you doing here?!" she screamed at him. He just shook his head, calming down, and said, "Good morning to you too."
"Well, I don't call it a good morning when I wake up and a stranger asleep in my room!"
By now the sleepy vampire could see that this woman was enraged, so he decided not o make any witty remarks.
"Don't you remember the fight last night, luv? And how you got knocked out? And how I saved your friggin life?"
"I did? You did? Wow. I must've really got hit hard," she said, rubbing her head.
"Yeah," Spike mused. "Right into a grave. Here, let me see that, pet."
He walked over to her and felt the soft spot on her skull. "Ouch. It looks bad. But you'll heal fast. Here, we'll get some cleaning stuff." He walked over to the desk and rummaged for some antiseptic, as Buffy carefully took the bandage off.
"Um, Spike, I apologize for screaming at you. I was just kinda-surprised when I found you in my room."
"No worries, pet. I didn't want to wake you, so I guess I just fell asleep in the chair."
"Why didn't you take Willow's bed? Speaking of, where is Willow?" Buffy glanced about, looking for her friend as if she might be hiding.
"Red? She went over to your Watcher's place researching some demon. Actually, researchin' the demon I killed last night." He chuckled.
"You killed it?" She asked, curious, and he began to pour antiseptic on a cotton ball.
"Yeah. Snapped the bugger's head," he said, now concentrating on Buffy's head. "Hold still, Buff."
He swiped the gash on the back of her head with the cotton, and she promptly screamed. Then she pulled back her hand.
"Ah! Don't hit me, I swear I didn't mean it! Oh BLOODY HELL!!!! I said I didn't mean it!" Buffy had punched him at 'didn't mean it', and he flew behind Willow's bed.
"Owch," Buffy sat crying on her bed, cradling her head. "That really stung, Spike."
Spike popped his head out from the other side of Willow's bed. "Not as much as my head's gonna hurt." He sulked. "Is it safe to come out now?" Then he noticed Buffy's crying. "Oh, come on, luv, it wasn't that bad. Not compared to some of the hits you've taken." He sat down right next to her and put his arm around her, which to his surprise she didn't shrug away.
"I guess," she moaned, then turned to him. "Wanna know what was the funniest? Seeing your head pop over the bed!" she giggled maniacally.
"It was not!" he protested.
"Was too!" she was now laughing loudly.
"If I'm going to be insulted, I might was well leave. No use being here when-" His tirade was abrubtly ended when Buffy pressed her lips onto his in a deep kiss. He put his hand on the small of her back, the other on the part of her head that wasn't cut and kissed her back. She wrapped her arms around him as well. Just as the kiss grew more passionate, the door opened and in bounced Willow.
"Hey Buff, brought doughnuts and coffee. Hope you don't mind I-" she stopped dead at the sight before her. Spike and Buffy reluctantly ripped apart and stared at Willow.
"Oh, my God, I am SO sorry. I'm leaving, right now, go back to whatever you were doing, I swear, Buffy, I'm sooo sorry." The redhead was obviously upset and embarrassed.
"Don't worry, Will. It's okay. We were just. . ."
"Reacting to rogue hormones." Spike finished lamely. Buffy looked at him skeptically.
"Yeah. . . what he said." There was an awkward silence in the room. "So, doughnuts anyone?" she asked.
"Actually, I think I'd better go. Just wanted to stay till you got back, Red." Spike got up and went to Buffy."
"Oh, Spike, don't let me make you leave. Stay," Willow beseeched him.
"No, really, I have to go. You'll be fine, pet." He said to Buffy. "Just don't forget the bandage. I'll see you tonight on patrol?"
"Okay," she said. "As long as I don't get knocked out again." She smiled. "See ya."
Spike was almost out the door, when he stopped and turned to Willow, who was looking guilty. "Careful giving her any antiseptic, Red," he said, smirking, and then left.