Author: Bitten And Staked

Title: City of Angels - Chapter Fifteen - Sleeping Buffy.

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Summary: Spike answers the door half naked to Jane. Buffy and Spike make a guest appearance upstairs and Buffy falls asleep in Spikes arms. Perfect.

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 15 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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There was a knock at the door and Spike opened it. Buffys stepmother was standing there.

"Hi, we're ordering pizzas and Hank wanted to know what you two wanted. It's been awfully quiet in here today, we've hardly seen you all day." Jane was staring at Spikes torso and he realised he was half naked.

"Sorry bout that, Buffys feeling a little under the weather." Spike turned around and lifted his shirt off the couch.

Jane noted the numerous scars and her eyes were drawn to the tattoo near his hip. He slipped into the shirt quickly and wrapped it around himself in an effort to avoid her questioning eyes.

"Interesting tattoo. 'B' for Buffy?"

"Who else?"

"You know those things can give you blood poisoning."

"Bit late for that. Buffy likes pepperoni."

"Pepperoni?" Janes eyes were roaming his shirt covered torso.

"Pizza. We'll be out in a few minutes, now if you don't mind I really need to get dressed." With that Spike shut the door on her and ran into the bedroom throwing himself onto the bed.

"Buffy."

"Yeah?" She said as she walked out of the bathroom, hair wrapped up in a towel.

"Are you naked under there?" He narrowed his eyes at her.

"Mind in the gutter much? What's up Spike?" She pulled her bathrobe tighter around her.

"Your stepmum saw my tattoo. Wanted to know what pizza we liked and I answered the door half naked."

"Because that is so refined of you." Buffys voice gained a sarcastic edge as she watched him.

"I'm tired what can I say? Told her we'd be out in a few minutes." He lay on the bed buttoning up his shirt.

"So scoot along and I'll get dressed then." Buffy motioned towards the door and Spike obeyed.
When Buffy finally left the safety of the annex she ran into her father in the kitchen.

"There's my Buffy, William said you weren't feeling very perky?"

"Better now, too much wine last night. It made me feel all funny today but William looked after me." In a he hates me and locked the bedroom door to protect himself kind of way.

"Jane says he's got a lot of scars, he doesn't fight much does he? I mean he doesn't look violent but… Buffy?"

Buffy giggled at the sound of her father proclaiming that Spike didn't look violent. He isn't violent dad, he's just killed thousands of people but it's okay now because the government put a chip in his head. So instead of showing on the surface all his evil tendencies bubble up underneath.

"William's fine dad, they're all from sporting injuries when he was younger that's all. Nothing recent." Buffy forced a smile, which turned into a yawn. "Starved." Hunger is always the best excuse.

"Lets get you some food then little missy, before Dawn eats it all."

On entering the living room Buffy was greeted by Spike with a pat on the couch next to him. She looked visibly tired and was soon curled up with her back leaning into Spikes chest, this she was getting used to.

As Buffy was eating he took to rubbing her shoulders and followed up by planting soft little kisses down the line of her neck. She didn't bother stopping him since her father would have thought it odd, but then one side of Buffy didn't want to stop him anyway. It was comforting to know that she hadn't done any permanent damage last night.

Jane put on a romantic comedy and then settled into the other couch with Hank. Dawn lay on the floor swinging her legs like the kid she claimed she wasn't and Buffy was soon starting to doze off in Spikes arms. He closed his eyes and listened to her breathing as it became shallow and soft, heartbeat slowing until her blood barely called to him.

Opening them again he stared blankly at the TV, using it as a mask to cover up his listening to Buffys heartbeat and breathing as she slumbered on. He was enjoying the evening in spite of the sickening happiness propaganda on the TV and when the credits rolled he scooped up the sleeping Buffy in his arms. Perfect.

"Best get sleeping beauty off to bed. It's been a hard day for her."

"William?" Dawn smiled up at him from the floor.

"Yes niblet?"

"I'm glad you managed to cheer her up, even is she is queen dozy head."

"Night niblet, Hank, Jane."

Spike flashed them a brilliant smile then turned and left the room with Buffy held tight in his arms, he could hear Hank turn to Dawn and ask her about the nickname but he didn't stop to hear her answer.

Locking the door behind them Spike walked to the bed and placed Buffy down on it gently. He slipped her jeans and t-shirt off then put the covers over her. After stripping down himself he snuck in next to her.

Leaning on his left side he watched Buffy sleep, after a few moments she rolled over to face him and curled up into his chest. Spike sighed as he wrapped his arms around her tightly; she really was everything he ever wanted.

"Night Buffy." Spike kissed her hair.

"Mmm night William." Buffy kissed his lips softly then returned to sleeping in his arms, Spike fell asleep with a smile on his face.