Buffy pushed open the door. Why she came here of all places, even she
wasn't sure. It was the last place she should be. But it was the only
place that she felt completely safe and protected from prying friends.
She'd gone there on a couple other occasions over the past months when Clem
was away. Oddly, it was the only place she could stop thinking long enough
to fall asleep. Wouldn't Spike get a kick out of it, her finding refuge in
his of all places.
Clem must of got sick of the mess he'd been living in, the place was almost immaculate. She ignored it and stumbled on toward the bed. Always was a comfortable bed, the few times they'd ever made it that far. She sighed as she made herself at home.
~*~
Spike watched the Slayer while she slept. Very interesting indeed. His attention was caught by a certain black coat that Buffy happened to be wearing. Ever the masochist. Bloody hell.
Clem must of got sick of the mess he'd been living in, the place was almost immaculate. She ignored it and stumbled on toward the bed. Always was a comfortable bed, the few times they'd ever made it that far. She sighed as she made herself at home.
~*~
Spike watched the Slayer while she slept. Very interesting indeed. His attention was caught by a certain black coat that Buffy happened to be wearing. Ever the masochist. Bloody hell.
