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Chapter 14: Crazy Logic
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"Twenty-eight." Andrea considered that for a moment.
"What was your full name?"
"William Joseph Sinclair."
"When was your birthday?"
"August 20th."
"So if you weren't a vampire you'd be turning twenty-nine in a few weeks."
"That's right, love." She opened her mouth to ask another question, but he cut her off. "Uh un. My turn now. What kind of little quirks do you have?" Her brow wrinkled.
"Huh?"
"You know...Little quirks. For example, I know that you wrinkle your nose when your confused. And you bite your nails when your nervous. And when no one's around you talk to your cat."
"How do you know all that?" she asked suspiciously. He grinned devilishly.
"I have my ways. What other quirks do you have?"
"Well, I use crazy logic."
"Crazy logic?" She shifted to a more comfortable position on his chest, accidentally prodding his groin with her knee. "Careful, pet, or I'm likely to forget all my good intentions."
"Wouldn't want that now, would we?" she asked playfully, shooting his a falsely innocent smile. He ignored her.
"Crazy logic. Explain."
"Well, sometimes when I get in an argument, or upset about something, I'll make up something to help me out with it. Like when I get in a fight with someone and it looks like I'm going to lose...verbal fight of course because I'd never lose a physical fight...I use my crazy logic to confuse them. I mess with their minds and they get so confused that they think I'm right and I win." He smiled.
"Maybe I'll get to experience some of this 'crazy logic' first hand sometime. Give me an example of a time you used your crazy logic."
"Um..One time in one of my classes, my teacher said something about 'You can't rape the willing,' so I said, 'Well, technically you can rape the willing if one of the people involved in the sexual activity is a minor.' Because, then it's statutory rape. It's one of my less confusing arguments. But you get the point."
"I see. You can be a very confusing woman, can't you?"
"When I want to be."
* * *
Andrea sighed contentedly and let her eyes flutter open. Spike brushed a stray hair out of her hazel eyes. He smiled intimately down at her. His arm was wrapped around her waist, hers sprawled over his stomach, their legs entangled beneath the bed sheets. "Morning, kitten."
"Morning."
"Sleep okay?"
"Yes. Thanks to you." He dipped his head and kissed her quickly on the nose.
"You look adorable when you're sleeping."
"You look adorable when you're telling me I look adorable." He rolled his eyes.
"You always have to have a come back for everything, don't you? You're incorrigible."
"That's what makes me so much fun." She lazily drew figure-eights on his chest with the tip of her finger, then, realizing what she was doing stopped. He took her hand, raised it to his mouth and caught the tip of her index finger in his mouth. She inhaled sharply in surprise. "Isn't it uncomfortable to sleep in jeans?"
"I normally sleep on a sarcophagus. Believe me, I'm comfortable. Want some breakfast?" She pulled her hand away and laid it on his ribs, avoiding his piercing gaze.
"Spike...Thank you. For last night. For everything. You didn't have to do what you did."
"Yes, I did, pet. I couldn't watch you go through that and do nothing." He caught his finger under her chin and gently forced her to look at him. She swallowed nervously.
"I'd like to tell you about my dream now," Andrea said slowly. He smiled supportively.
"You can tell me anything." She took a deep breath.
"When I was almost sixteen, James and I were at a club. He was about eighteen, but his dad was a heavy influence in the town, so James could pretty much do whatever he wanted and get away with it. He was drinking. He got kinda sloshed and...well, got kind of...unpleasant." Spike's eyes flashed with suppressed anger.
"How unpleasant?" he growled.
"He..tried to, uh...rape me." His jaw tensed and his left hand curled into a fist. "I got away. You know, with slayer powers and everything. But, in the dream. . ."
"You weren't so lucky," he finished. "And you work with this git now?"
"He was drunk. It wasn't his fault. He was really sorry afterwards and he's never tried anything like that any other time. He didn't know what he was doing." Yeah, right. This sodding James knew what he was doing and he'd probably try it again.
"How often do you see this guy now?"
"Not often. His office is in New York and, well, I'm not." She pulled away from him, attempting to slide off the bed.
"Not so fast. You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine. I feel better now, really. I've had the nightmare before, but since I moved here they've been getting less frequent." Since you met Spike, you mean. "I don't know why I chose last night, of all nights, to have one." She walked to the door. "I'm gunna go get some breakfast. You coming?"
A/N: Hey, guys. I'm sorry about the whole James thing, but I needed a conflict here, so, yeah, tough.
"Twenty-eight." Andrea considered that for a moment.
"What was your full name?"
"William Joseph Sinclair."
"When was your birthday?"
"August 20th."
"So if you weren't a vampire you'd be turning twenty-nine in a few weeks."
"That's right, love." She opened her mouth to ask another question, but he cut her off. "Uh un. My turn now. What kind of little quirks do you have?" Her brow wrinkled.
"Huh?"
"You know...Little quirks. For example, I know that you wrinkle your nose when your confused. And you bite your nails when your nervous. And when no one's around you talk to your cat."
"How do you know all that?" she asked suspiciously. He grinned devilishly.
"I have my ways. What other quirks do you have?"
"Well, I use crazy logic."
"Crazy logic?" She shifted to a more comfortable position on his chest, accidentally prodding his groin with her knee. "Careful, pet, or I'm likely to forget all my good intentions."
"Wouldn't want that now, would we?" she asked playfully, shooting his a falsely innocent smile. He ignored her.
"Crazy logic. Explain."
"Well, sometimes when I get in an argument, or upset about something, I'll make up something to help me out with it. Like when I get in a fight with someone and it looks like I'm going to lose...verbal fight of course because I'd never lose a physical fight...I use my crazy logic to confuse them. I mess with their minds and they get so confused that they think I'm right and I win." He smiled.
"Maybe I'll get to experience some of this 'crazy logic' first hand sometime. Give me an example of a time you used your crazy logic."
"Um..One time in one of my classes, my teacher said something about 'You can't rape the willing,' so I said, 'Well, technically you can rape the willing if one of the people involved in the sexual activity is a minor.' Because, then it's statutory rape. It's one of my less confusing arguments. But you get the point."
"I see. You can be a very confusing woman, can't you?"
"When I want to be."
* * *
Andrea sighed contentedly and let her eyes flutter open. Spike brushed a stray hair out of her hazel eyes. He smiled intimately down at her. His arm was wrapped around her waist, hers sprawled over his stomach, their legs entangled beneath the bed sheets. "Morning, kitten."
"Morning."
"Sleep okay?"
"Yes. Thanks to you." He dipped his head and kissed her quickly on the nose.
"You look adorable when you're sleeping."
"You look adorable when you're telling me I look adorable." He rolled his eyes.
"You always have to have a come back for everything, don't you? You're incorrigible."
"That's what makes me so much fun." She lazily drew figure-eights on his chest with the tip of her finger, then, realizing what she was doing stopped. He took her hand, raised it to his mouth and caught the tip of her index finger in his mouth. She inhaled sharply in surprise. "Isn't it uncomfortable to sleep in jeans?"
"I normally sleep on a sarcophagus. Believe me, I'm comfortable. Want some breakfast?" She pulled her hand away and laid it on his ribs, avoiding his piercing gaze.
"Spike...Thank you. For last night. For everything. You didn't have to do what you did."
"Yes, I did, pet. I couldn't watch you go through that and do nothing." He caught his finger under her chin and gently forced her to look at him. She swallowed nervously.
"I'd like to tell you about my dream now," Andrea said slowly. He smiled supportively.
"You can tell me anything." She took a deep breath.
"When I was almost sixteen, James and I were at a club. He was about eighteen, but his dad was a heavy influence in the town, so James could pretty much do whatever he wanted and get away with it. He was drinking. He got kinda sloshed and...well, got kind of...unpleasant." Spike's eyes flashed with suppressed anger.
"How unpleasant?" he growled.
"He..tried to, uh...rape me." His jaw tensed and his left hand curled into a fist. "I got away. You know, with slayer powers and everything. But, in the dream. . ."
"You weren't so lucky," he finished. "And you work with this git now?"
"He was drunk. It wasn't his fault. He was really sorry afterwards and he's never tried anything like that any other time. He didn't know what he was doing." Yeah, right. This sodding James knew what he was doing and he'd probably try it again.
"How often do you see this guy now?"
"Not often. His office is in New York and, well, I'm not." She pulled away from him, attempting to slide off the bed.
"Not so fast. You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine. I feel better now, really. I've had the nightmare before, but since I moved here they've been getting less frequent." Since you met Spike, you mean. "I don't know why I chose last night, of all nights, to have one." She walked to the door. "I'm gunna go get some breakfast. You coming?"
A/N: Hey, guys. I'm sorry about the whole James thing, but I needed a conflict here, so, yeah, tough.