Chapter 7: In a Different Light
He woke up in pain. Scrambling up and away from the sun=s morning rays, he inched his way over to the window. Watching what went where, he pulled the drapes closed. When he turned back to the bed, Buffy=s eyes were opening. He walked back over and got in beside her, pulling her closer to him, and propping his head onto his hand. AGood morning sleeping beauty.@ Even though her hair was half covering her face and she had made a little drool spot next to the pillow, he still thought she was the sexiest thing alive...or dead. AHello prince charming.@ Smiling, she yawned, and then scampered to pull the sheet up. She realized that she had horrible morning breath and made it so that the sheet covered half her face. AAre we playing muppets or something? What are you doing?@ Spike smiled at how weird she looked, and also how embarrassed. What did she have to be embarrassed about? They had made love last night, and now she wanted to shy away. Weird. AI have bad breath.@ Which came out more like, AI haf bad beef@ because of the covers. Knowing that he didn=t understand her, she cupped her hand over her mouth in stead of the cover. AI have bad breath,@ she repeated. AAh. So go take care of so I can have you back in my arms.@ He pushed out of the bed, urging her towards the bathroom. While Buffy was brushing her teeth, she couldn=t help but feel off at how Spike was now acting. It was different to have him be so nice and joking with her. Tapping the brush on the sink, she walked back to the bed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked at him. He caught her gaze, and she shied away, smiling. Looking out the window she sighed. AWhat is it love?@ Spike was concerned. Even when they had fight-sex she never looked away and pretended to be ok. Either she was mad and showed it, or she ran, and with what they just did, he didn=t think she would go through the options. ANothing...well...I dunno.@ She shrugged. A I guess it=s just different now that we=re not fighting and yelling and stuff. I mean it=s new to me to have you be playful and caring and stuff and for everything not to go all psycho because of it.@ She looked back at him. Spike held his tongue not to say that she was the one who went all psycho and stuff=. ABuffy, things were different then, more hard to understand. Isn=t everything more clear now and shouldn=t it just be taken in?@ She smiled, AYeah, you=re right.@ Crawling up to the pillows, she scooted in beside him. ABloody hell woman! Your feet are freezing!@ AOh what difference does it make to you? You=re already cold.@ AThat doesn=t mean I can=t tell temperature.@ AWell then you=re just going to have to wait until they warm back up.@ Grinning, he turned to be on top of her. AOr I could just help you warm them up now.@ Giving her a mischievous, tongue biting grin, he inched his way to her stomach.
He woke up in pain. Scrambling up and away from the sun=s morning rays, he inched his way over to the window. Watching what went where, he pulled the drapes closed. When he turned back to the bed, Buffy=s eyes were opening. He walked back over and got in beside her, pulling her closer to him, and propping his head onto his hand. AGood morning sleeping beauty.@ Even though her hair was half covering her face and she had made a little drool spot next to the pillow, he still thought she was the sexiest thing alive...or dead. AHello prince charming.@ Smiling, she yawned, and then scampered to pull the sheet up. She realized that she had horrible morning breath and made it so that the sheet covered half her face. AAre we playing muppets or something? What are you doing?@ Spike smiled at how weird she looked, and also how embarrassed. What did she have to be embarrassed about? They had made love last night, and now she wanted to shy away. Weird. AI have bad breath.@ Which came out more like, AI haf bad beef@ because of the covers. Knowing that he didn=t understand her, she cupped her hand over her mouth in stead of the cover. AI have bad breath,@ she repeated. AAh. So go take care of so I can have you back in my arms.@ He pushed out of the bed, urging her towards the bathroom. While Buffy was brushing her teeth, she couldn=t help but feel off at how Spike was now acting. It was different to have him be so nice and joking with her. Tapping the brush on the sink, she walked back to the bed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked at him. He caught her gaze, and she shied away, smiling. Looking out the window she sighed. AWhat is it love?@ Spike was concerned. Even when they had fight-sex she never looked away and pretended to be ok. Either she was mad and showed it, or she ran, and with what they just did, he didn=t think she would go through the options. ANothing...well...I dunno.@ She shrugged. A I guess it=s just different now that we=re not fighting and yelling and stuff. I mean it=s new to me to have you be playful and caring and stuff and for everything not to go all psycho because of it.@ She looked back at him. Spike held his tongue not to say that she was the one who went all psycho and stuff=. ABuffy, things were different then, more hard to understand. Isn=t everything more clear now and shouldn=t it just be taken in?@ She smiled, AYeah, you=re right.@ Crawling up to the pillows, she scooted in beside him. ABloody hell woman! Your feet are freezing!@ AOh what difference does it make to you? You=re already cold.@ AThat doesn=t mean I can=t tell temperature.@ AWell then you=re just going to have to wait until they warm back up.@ Grinning, he turned to be on top of her. AOr I could just help you warm them up now.@ Giving her a mischievous, tongue biting grin, he inched his way to her stomach.