Author: Bitten And Staked
Title: City of Angels - Chapter Four - Questions.
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Summary: Buffy is drawn to Spikes room as she tries to write down exactly what she knows about him, turns out even vampires talk in their sleep.
Timeline: set in between season 5 and 6, in my alternate world where Buffy didn't die. Spike's crypt is trashed during the final showdown and Dawn convinces Buffy to let him stay since he protected them both.
Series: Part 4 of ?
Pairing: Buffy and Spike. Romance, love and nooky.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: everyone else owns Buffy and all associated with her.
Feedback: always welcome so email me - webmaster@talesoftheslayer.com
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Buffy sat down on the couch where he had been and subconsciously swung her legs up onto the table, mirroring his earlier position. She stared at the TV for a while and then busied herself tidying the mess around the house, occasionally cursing his name. Eventually she ended up back in her room. Taking a pad from her bedside cabinet she started making notes.
Things I know about Spike.
1. He's a vampire.
2. He's old (note: how old?)
3. His name is William (note: William what?)
4. He loves me (okay, I admit it.)
5. He likes to try and kill me (I like trying to kill him.)
6. All his previous girlfriends have been the undead.
7. He likes Dawn.
8. He's killed two Slayers.
9. We were once engaged.
10. He growls in his sleep?
Buffy shot her head up and laughed. She could hear him growling next door, lying still for a moment she listened. Silence. She grabbed her note pad and crept out into the hall, coming to a stop outside his door.
Spike growled again and muttered something about his Desoto, LA and peaches. Buffy held her hand to her mouth to suppress a giggle, then opened the door a crack. As he growled again her giggle turned into a yawn, seeing him asleep made her tired.
Spike was sleeping on his back with one leg splayed out from underneath the covers and she smiled at how comfortable he looked. Buffy presumed he was naked but it didn't stop her sneaking into the room. I've seen naked men before, nothing special here.
It was still her mother's room but since Spike had moved in there had been a few changes. Posters had gone up, the bed linen was now a dark red colour and the curtains had been doubled up so there was no chance of sunlight getting in. She turned her attention to him. He was growling low and scratching his chest, making little smacking noises with his mouth as he opened and closed it rapidly a few times.
"No… Peaches… mine… always mine…" He growled again.
"Who's yours Spike? What has peaches, I mean Angel got that's yours?" Buffy whispered from beside the bed.
"Buffy… no… leave her alone… I'll kill you…" Spike rolled over onto his right side and clawed at the pillow.
"Oh, I see." She smiled.
Buffy crept onto the bed and lay a few feet away from him, scanning her notes. She added 'likes to sleep naked', 'drinks blood and whisky', 'likes chicken wings', 'is almost cute when sleeping'. She watched him for a while as he became still and she dozed off without realising it.
Spike stretched as he woke up, on opening his eyes he saw Buffy curled up at the edge of the bed mouth slightly ajar and a pad falling from her open hand. He started at first but then smiled as he read her notes on him, she made a little grunting noise in her sleep and curled up into a little ball holding onto the pillow tightly. Dreaming of me?
Flicking the light switch on the lamp he hit Buffy on the head with her note pad.
"Hey." She mumbled and waved a sleepy hand around her head like she was fending off a swarm of bee's, then her eyes popped open. "Oh."
"Oh indeed. Take it from this." He waggled the pad at her. "That you've come to realise you don't know much about me. That I get, what I don't get is the whole sneaking into my bed thing, unless you plan on shagging the info out of me?"
"A world of eww. I dozed off, must have been your incessant growling in your sleep it gave me a comforting slayer feeling."
"Do not…" He looked at her list. "Apparently I do. Least I don't talk in my sleep."
"Do I? And uh, you do." She blushed a little.
"Sometimes you do." He didn't tell her all the things he'd heard her say he would save that for another time instead he scanned the list again. "So I'm apparently William, who is old and eats a mixture of blood and chicken wings. Along with that I drink whisky and date the undead, except for the brief period we were engaged." He raised an eyebrow at her for remembering that one and her cheeks coloured a touch. "I kill Slayers, but apparently like Dawn, I also appear to like to sleep naked." He looked under the covers and ticked that one off against the list with his finger. "To top this all off I'm a vampire, who is almost cute when asleep and who you admit is in love with you. That all you got?"
Buffy frowned and rolled onto her stomach next to him, not bothered by the fact he had confirmed his naked status. She did feel comfortable lying there in her mother's room with, bizarrely, a known killer in the bed.
"You want my history? You have to promise not to tell anyone and I mean no one not even Giles. He'd kill for information on me to report back to the precious council of wankers." He lay on his back next to Buffy, propped up on the pillows. She nodded up at him and motioned a cross over her heart.
"Okay, got your pen? Then lets begin."