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Memories from Dust
Chapter Five: Hunger
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I woke up as Spike untangled himself from my arms, pulling himself gracefully out of bed.
"Go back to sleep." He told me, running his hand over my face fondly. "I'll be back soon."
I tried to fall back asleep, but found that my stomach was protesting loudly for food; I hadn't eaten anything since Spike kidnapped me. I got out of bed, dressing before washing my face and fixing my hair in the washroom connected to my room.
When the door finally opened again, I felt more awake then I had in awhile.
"I brought you somethin'." Spike called.
"What?" I asked curiously, but he didn't need to tell me. He was holding a brown paper bag and the smells of a fresh baked loaf of bread were radiating strongly from it.
Food. My stomach growled in response.
Before he could say another word, I had bounded across the room and snatched the bag from his hands. I ripped open the bag and pulled out the loaf of bread, eagerly sinking my teeth into it. There was also cheese, and some meat, plus more than enough apples.
"I thought you might be hungry."
"Mmmmgrhm."
Spike laughed. "Brought you some water, too."
I took it from his, taking a long gulp. Noticing he had yet another paper bag, I made a grab for it.
"That's for later." Spike said, holding it out of my reach. "You're going to get hungry again."
He had a point, I mused, returning my attentions to the rest of my food.
"That's better." I said, sitting on the floor and contently munching on an apple. Spike sat down next to me, watching me hungrily.
"You know, I got the meat, cheese, and apples just fine, but when I was nicking the bread, the baker saw me. He started a huge commotion, chasing me down the street. I would've jus' killed 'im, but he was so loud that half the town came out to see who was makin' such a ruckus in this early in the mornin', and Angelus would 'ave my head if I killed someone in front of them. I finally lost him, but the thing is," Spike brushed my hair to one side, leaving part of my neck exposed, "I didn't get anythin' to eat."
I knew what he wanted, but instead I offered him my apple. He playfully took a bite, but didn't stray from the topic as I had hoped.
"Aimee, could I-"
The thought of his teeth sinking into my neck . . . "No." I cut him off. I was terrified.
"C'mon, just one, little bite."
"No!" Besides, you said you weren't going to kill me, at least not for a while."
"I'm not going to kill you. You might feel a bit tipsy afterwards, but you'll still be alive and kickin'."
"No."
"Come on now, love, just a little bite."
"Fine." I consented, mainly because I knew that if he really wanted to kill me, I couldn't stop him. I bared my neck for him, eyes shut tightly. However, instead of lunging at me like I thought he would, he kissed me.
I responded to it, almost automatically. (I could never seem to not respond to Spike's body.) As his tongue caressed my mouth and his hands massaged my back, I didn't even notice that I had pulled myself onto his lap and wrapped my legs around the vampires' waist.
His kisses moved from my mouth to my neck, and then I felt his face change as his fangs pierced my skin. Torrents of pain shot through me, my mind reeling. But in only a matter of seconds I was no longer in pain, but enveloped in euphoria.
I had never felt anything like it: I was drowning in ecstasy and holding on to every moment as Spike slowly sucked the blood from my throat.
Far too soon, he pulled away. He licked the wound clean, and then, with face in his human guise, studied me carefully.
"You alright, luv?"
That was when the blood loss hit me. I felt dizzy, grabbing a hold of Spike to steady myself as the room rocked back and forth.
"Here." Spike's voice sounded faint as he handed me another apple. "Eat this, it'll make you feel better."
I obediently ate the apple, and by the time I was finished the room had stopped rocking and my senses had cleared up.
"How are you feeling now?" He asked, standing up and helping me rise unsteadily to my feet.
"Better." I assured him, leaning on him so I wouldn't fall over. "I thought it would hurt. And it did, but only for a little bit. And then it was just . . . amazing." My fingers studied the puncture holes in my neck. "Can we do it again?"
"If I keep drainin' you at this rate, then you'll find yourself very, very dead." He laughed. "It'll happen again, don' you worry. Right now you need t' rest."
I sighed, but let him lead me to the bed furnished in its green coverings. "You'll stay with me?"
He nodded, taking off his shirt and shoes and lying down next to me. My first thought was to get rid of those pants of his, but then drowsiness overtook me and I fell asleep; my head buried in the pillows and one arm draped over his beautiful, pale chest.
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AN: Please review!! It makes me happy, which makes me write faster, and therefore it makes you happy too!
Memories from Dust
Chapter Five: Hunger
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I woke up as Spike untangled himself from my arms, pulling himself gracefully out of bed.
"Go back to sleep." He told me, running his hand over my face fondly. "I'll be back soon."
I tried to fall back asleep, but found that my stomach was protesting loudly for food; I hadn't eaten anything since Spike kidnapped me. I got out of bed, dressing before washing my face and fixing my hair in the washroom connected to my room.
When the door finally opened again, I felt more awake then I had in awhile.
"I brought you somethin'." Spike called.
"What?" I asked curiously, but he didn't need to tell me. He was holding a brown paper bag and the smells of a fresh baked loaf of bread were radiating strongly from it.
Food. My stomach growled in response.
Before he could say another word, I had bounded across the room and snatched the bag from his hands. I ripped open the bag and pulled out the loaf of bread, eagerly sinking my teeth into it. There was also cheese, and some meat, plus more than enough apples.
"I thought you might be hungry."
"Mmmmgrhm."
Spike laughed. "Brought you some water, too."
I took it from his, taking a long gulp. Noticing he had yet another paper bag, I made a grab for it.
"That's for later." Spike said, holding it out of my reach. "You're going to get hungry again."
He had a point, I mused, returning my attentions to the rest of my food.
"That's better." I said, sitting on the floor and contently munching on an apple. Spike sat down next to me, watching me hungrily.
"You know, I got the meat, cheese, and apples just fine, but when I was nicking the bread, the baker saw me. He started a huge commotion, chasing me down the street. I would've jus' killed 'im, but he was so loud that half the town came out to see who was makin' such a ruckus in this early in the mornin', and Angelus would 'ave my head if I killed someone in front of them. I finally lost him, but the thing is," Spike brushed my hair to one side, leaving part of my neck exposed, "I didn't get anythin' to eat."
I knew what he wanted, but instead I offered him my apple. He playfully took a bite, but didn't stray from the topic as I had hoped.
"Aimee, could I-"
The thought of his teeth sinking into my neck . . . "No." I cut him off. I was terrified.
"C'mon, just one, little bite."
"No!" Besides, you said you weren't going to kill me, at least not for a while."
"I'm not going to kill you. You might feel a bit tipsy afterwards, but you'll still be alive and kickin'."
"No."
"Come on now, love, just a little bite."
"Fine." I consented, mainly because I knew that if he really wanted to kill me, I couldn't stop him. I bared my neck for him, eyes shut tightly. However, instead of lunging at me like I thought he would, he kissed me.
I responded to it, almost automatically. (I could never seem to not respond to Spike's body.) As his tongue caressed my mouth and his hands massaged my back, I didn't even notice that I had pulled myself onto his lap and wrapped my legs around the vampires' waist.
His kisses moved from my mouth to my neck, and then I felt his face change as his fangs pierced my skin. Torrents of pain shot through me, my mind reeling. But in only a matter of seconds I was no longer in pain, but enveloped in euphoria.
I had never felt anything like it: I was drowning in ecstasy and holding on to every moment as Spike slowly sucked the blood from my throat.
Far too soon, he pulled away. He licked the wound clean, and then, with face in his human guise, studied me carefully.
"You alright, luv?"
That was when the blood loss hit me. I felt dizzy, grabbing a hold of Spike to steady myself as the room rocked back and forth.
"Here." Spike's voice sounded faint as he handed me another apple. "Eat this, it'll make you feel better."
I obediently ate the apple, and by the time I was finished the room had stopped rocking and my senses had cleared up.
"How are you feeling now?" He asked, standing up and helping me rise unsteadily to my feet.
"Better." I assured him, leaning on him so I wouldn't fall over. "I thought it would hurt. And it did, but only for a little bit. And then it was just . . . amazing." My fingers studied the puncture holes in my neck. "Can we do it again?"
"If I keep drainin' you at this rate, then you'll find yourself very, very dead." He laughed. "It'll happen again, don' you worry. Right now you need t' rest."
I sighed, but let him lead me to the bed furnished in its green coverings. "You'll stay with me?"
He nodded, taking off his shirt and shoes and lying down next to me. My first thought was to get rid of those pants of his, but then drowsiness overtook me and I fell asleep; my head buried in the pillows and one arm draped over his beautiful, pale chest.
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