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Chap 7
Peacefully she sleeps, her chest heaving up and down in a steady rhythm, the whole time I sit and check her heartbeat, comparing it to my own. Hers is slow and steady, typical for a human in sleep. Mine on the other hand is beating fast, almost with a strange excitement that I am watching her sleep.
She moans quietly in her sleep and I have to fight with myself not to touch her. Peaceful dreams of shopping and pleasures that only a woman could understand no doubt.
I have sat here too long.
I should leave, but I can't no matter how hard I try.
She stirs again in her sleep and finally my body is frightened into moving, frightened that she would find me watching her sleep. Something the old slayer would not hesitate to lift a stake to my chest for.
I manage to get to the door without turning around, telling myself that if I do, I will be drawn back to her in a hypnotic trance.
But I can't help myself.
I lean against the doorframe and take one last look at sleeping beauty before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind me. My heart breaking the moment my gaze leaves her sleeping form.
******
I awake from the sound of the door clicking shut.
Was Dawn checking up on me?
Why would Dawn be checking on me when she didn't even know what had happened tonight?
Puzzled, I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling of my bedroom, the moonlight seeping through my window and casting an eerie glow around the room.
I think back to the night's events.
Patrolling with Spike, and learning about him was unbelievable. He had a unique character, sarcastic and witty and well, English. But also he showed none of those typical English traits that us Americans classed them as having. He was not stuffy and into tweed but had an amazing fetish for black clothing.
Has to be said, he looked good in black.
I yawn slowly, my head still ached from my 'accident' but I could feel my slayer healing kicking in, numbing the sharp pain quickly.
Twisting and turning in my bed, sleep evades me no matter how hard I try to think about fluffy clouds and sheep leaping over fences.
Hours pass and still I lie awake, watching the sun slowly start to rise over the horizon. There's a soft tap at my door and instantly I mutter for them to come in.
"How you doing, pet?" His voice is husky and he looks like he hasn't slept in months. I wasn't the only one who didn't sleep much.
"Much better." I smile.
"Good." He turns his back to leave, tension rising in the room.
"Spike?"
"Yes?" He looks towards me, never making eye contact.
"Thanks."
He smiles that unique smile and I thank god I'm not standing up for I would have defiantly collapsed.
"'Tis ok." He closes the door behind him and leaves me alone once more.
******
She's ok. That's the main thing.
I close the door behind me and lean heavily against it. OK, mental note - Never go into Buffy's room in the morning.
Closing my eyes for a second and concentrating on my breathing I quickly start thinking about random things that have nothing to do with the Slayer.
Even when she wakes up she is stunning.
Her hair tousled from sleep, her pyjama's twisted from sleep and her eyes blurry and sleepy. It took ALL my self-control to stop myself pouncing on her there and then.
I shake my head and make my way downstairs, think a big breakfast is in order and then a long cold shower.
******
"Hey gimme that!" Dawn leaps towards me as I grab the remote from her unsuspecting fingers.
"Nope." I smile, channel changing at an alarming speed.
"Spiiiiiiikeee!" She squeals, pawing at my arm.
"Nope, you've had the TV to yourself for the past hour, now it's my turn."
"But.But."
I firmly clamp my hand over Nibblets mouth, preventing her from protesting further.
Teeth dig into my hand and quickly I leap off the sofa, discarding the remote and grasping my left hand in surprise. Shit her teeth are sharp.
******
There's a squeal from downstairs, and instantly I leap down the stair and enter the living room quietly
"Spiiiiiiiiiiikkkkeeee!" Dawn tries to wrestle the remote from Spike.
"Nope you've had the TV to yourself for the past hour, now it's my turn."
I watch the scene in amazement. Yesterday she was scared of him and now they are acting like brother and sister.
They sure bonded quickly.
Part of me suddenly becomes jealous of the way my sister can touch and talk to him so innocently and I don't have a hope of that ever happening between him and me.
There's a knock at the door.
Before I can reach it to open it, it swings open and Willow smiles a quick hello.
"I'm here on Dawn watch as requested." She beams at me.
"Well, not sure if you'll be needed Will." I smile, leading Willow into the living room.
"And why not? You can't take another day off work Buffy!" She starts to scold until her eyes fall upon a certain bleached blonde.
"Hey red." He smiles, one hand held onto the remote that is being pulled at the other end by Dawn.
"Uh, hi." She looks baffled.
"This is Spike." I told her, her face turns accusingly towards her for not telling her about him.
"Spike?" She just repeats.
"It's a long story." I sigh. "Have to go to work now though so I'll fill you in later?"
"You can fill me in at that new club thingy tonight?" Her face instantly brightens. "I'm sure you could bring your new friend - Spike." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
I give her a stern look and instantly the eyebrows cease movement.
"I'll ask him."
"Already heard pet, not really into dancing." He scrunches his nose up at the idea.
"Aw come on Spike." Dawn squeals from the settee, finally satisfied now she has the remote.
"Yea, it will be fun, you can meet the gang." Willow smiles way too brightly.
He shrugs his shoulders and wanders off. Obviously beaten into going. Why is he so reluctant to go? Does he hate being around me that much?
******
So I'm going to the new friggin' club. Fuck.
If it weren't for that pleading look I received from Red and that high- pitched squeal from Dawn, I would have made my excuses. But no. They had to give me the puppy dog eyes, and watch me come running.
And do you know why I don't want to go?
It's because of the slayer.
She'll be there in all her glory, her beautiful hair cascading down her smooth shoulders, her skimpy outfits causing most guys jeans to become suddenly tight.
And do you know what the worst thing will be?
The close proximity that I will be to that amazing body and the fact that I can't even touch her.
Too bloody late now though isn't it.
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Here goes.
Chap 7
Peacefully she sleeps, her chest heaving up and down in a steady rhythm, the whole time I sit and check her heartbeat, comparing it to my own. Hers is slow and steady, typical for a human in sleep. Mine on the other hand is beating fast, almost with a strange excitement that I am watching her sleep.
She moans quietly in her sleep and I have to fight with myself not to touch her. Peaceful dreams of shopping and pleasures that only a woman could understand no doubt.
I have sat here too long.
I should leave, but I can't no matter how hard I try.
She stirs again in her sleep and finally my body is frightened into moving, frightened that she would find me watching her sleep. Something the old slayer would not hesitate to lift a stake to my chest for.
I manage to get to the door without turning around, telling myself that if I do, I will be drawn back to her in a hypnotic trance.
But I can't help myself.
I lean against the doorframe and take one last look at sleeping beauty before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind me. My heart breaking the moment my gaze leaves her sleeping form.
******
I awake from the sound of the door clicking shut.
Was Dawn checking up on me?
Why would Dawn be checking on me when she didn't even know what had happened tonight?
Puzzled, I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling of my bedroom, the moonlight seeping through my window and casting an eerie glow around the room.
I think back to the night's events.
Patrolling with Spike, and learning about him was unbelievable. He had a unique character, sarcastic and witty and well, English. But also he showed none of those typical English traits that us Americans classed them as having. He was not stuffy and into tweed but had an amazing fetish for black clothing.
Has to be said, he looked good in black.
I yawn slowly, my head still ached from my 'accident' but I could feel my slayer healing kicking in, numbing the sharp pain quickly.
Twisting and turning in my bed, sleep evades me no matter how hard I try to think about fluffy clouds and sheep leaping over fences.
Hours pass and still I lie awake, watching the sun slowly start to rise over the horizon. There's a soft tap at my door and instantly I mutter for them to come in.
"How you doing, pet?" His voice is husky and he looks like he hasn't slept in months. I wasn't the only one who didn't sleep much.
"Much better." I smile.
"Good." He turns his back to leave, tension rising in the room.
"Spike?"
"Yes?" He looks towards me, never making eye contact.
"Thanks."
He smiles that unique smile and I thank god I'm not standing up for I would have defiantly collapsed.
"'Tis ok." He closes the door behind him and leaves me alone once more.
******
She's ok. That's the main thing.
I close the door behind me and lean heavily against it. OK, mental note - Never go into Buffy's room in the morning.
Closing my eyes for a second and concentrating on my breathing I quickly start thinking about random things that have nothing to do with the Slayer.
Even when she wakes up she is stunning.
Her hair tousled from sleep, her pyjama's twisted from sleep and her eyes blurry and sleepy. It took ALL my self-control to stop myself pouncing on her there and then.
I shake my head and make my way downstairs, think a big breakfast is in order and then a long cold shower.
******
"Hey gimme that!" Dawn leaps towards me as I grab the remote from her unsuspecting fingers.
"Nope." I smile, channel changing at an alarming speed.
"Spiiiiiiikeee!" She squeals, pawing at my arm.
"Nope, you've had the TV to yourself for the past hour, now it's my turn."
"But.But."
I firmly clamp my hand over Nibblets mouth, preventing her from protesting further.
Teeth dig into my hand and quickly I leap off the sofa, discarding the remote and grasping my left hand in surprise. Shit her teeth are sharp.
******
There's a squeal from downstairs, and instantly I leap down the stair and enter the living room quietly
"Spiiiiiiiiiiikkkkeeee!" Dawn tries to wrestle the remote from Spike.
"Nope you've had the TV to yourself for the past hour, now it's my turn."
I watch the scene in amazement. Yesterday she was scared of him and now they are acting like brother and sister.
They sure bonded quickly.
Part of me suddenly becomes jealous of the way my sister can touch and talk to him so innocently and I don't have a hope of that ever happening between him and me.
There's a knock at the door.
Before I can reach it to open it, it swings open and Willow smiles a quick hello.
"I'm here on Dawn watch as requested." She beams at me.
"Well, not sure if you'll be needed Will." I smile, leading Willow into the living room.
"And why not? You can't take another day off work Buffy!" She starts to scold until her eyes fall upon a certain bleached blonde.
"Hey red." He smiles, one hand held onto the remote that is being pulled at the other end by Dawn.
"Uh, hi." She looks baffled.
"This is Spike." I told her, her face turns accusingly towards her for not telling her about him.
"Spike?" She just repeats.
"It's a long story." I sigh. "Have to go to work now though so I'll fill you in later?"
"You can fill me in at that new club thingy tonight?" Her face instantly brightens. "I'm sure you could bring your new friend - Spike." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
I give her a stern look and instantly the eyebrows cease movement.
"I'll ask him."
"Already heard pet, not really into dancing." He scrunches his nose up at the idea.
"Aw come on Spike." Dawn squeals from the settee, finally satisfied now she has the remote.
"Yea, it will be fun, you can meet the gang." Willow smiles way too brightly.
He shrugs his shoulders and wanders off. Obviously beaten into going. Why is he so reluctant to go? Does he hate being around me that much?
******
So I'm going to the new friggin' club. Fuck.
If it weren't for that pleading look I received from Red and that high- pitched squeal from Dawn, I would have made my excuses. But no. They had to give me the puppy dog eyes, and watch me come running.
And do you know why I don't want to go?
It's because of the slayer.
She'll be there in all her glory, her beautiful hair cascading down her smooth shoulders, her skimpy outfits causing most guys jeans to become suddenly tight.
And do you know what the worst thing will be?
The close proximity that I will be to that amazing body and the fact that I can't even touch her.
Too bloody late now though isn't it.
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