Invisi-Spike Chapter 7
Buffy POV
A/N: Okay, getting back to the Spuffiness now. So sorry about the time gap in updating. I'll try to update Daydreamer asap.
Disclaimer: Joss own BTVS. Joss own Angel. Me use characters for stories. Me no want get sued. Me post disclaimer.
I woke up with an arm under my head. And a very nice body pressed against mine. My eyes fluttered open and they met Spike's ocean blue ones. I smiled, "Hi," I murmured quietly.
He smiled, not a cocky or arrogant smirk, but an actual smile. God, he was handsome when he smiled. "Hi," his deep, baritone voice said back to me.
"You're awake," I couldn't stop smiling. What was with me? Maybe it had something to do with the butterflies in my stomach. "How do you feel?"
He shrugged the shoulder that wasn't under my head. "I've felt worse."
"Good to know." I sat up and stretched my arms above my head. I froze and glanced at the clock. "God damnitt!" I hissed. I jumped up and ran to my bedroom door, yanking it open. I ran down the hall to Dawn's door and shoved it open, I found that the bed was empty, sheets ruffled. I practically flew down the stairs. Into the kitchen I went, only to discover a note from Tara saying that Xander took Dawn to school. I sighed, my muscles relaxing, before I felt cool arms wrap around my middle.
"What was that about luv?" a voice asked sultrily in my ear, while nuzzling my hair.
"Mmm," I moaned. "Dawn. school."
He nestled his chin into the hollow of my shoulder and looked at the note on the kitchen counter. "She got off to school okay?"
I nodded, leaning back into him. My eyes flitted closed a second before my stomach rumbled. Embarrassed, I pulled away. "S-sorry, guess I'm hungry." I went over to the fridge and pulled out the egg carton, a stick of butter, and a bag of blood. I tossed the bag in his direction. "Want some eggs?"
He nodded, "Yeh, the blood makes an excellent sauce. Like a replacement for ketchup." He grinned.
I crinkled my nose, then paused. "You know, that actually doesn't sound that gross."
"Glad to hear it, luv," he laughed.
Warmth spread through out my stomach. "Why don't you do that more often?" I asked, opening a cupboard under the island and pulling out a frying pan.
"Do what?" he asked.
"Laugh," I answered nonchalantly.
"Jus' not a lot of things to laugh about."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. So. how many eggs do you want?"
Buffy POV
A/N: Okay, getting back to the Spuffiness now. So sorry about the time gap in updating. I'll try to update Daydreamer asap.
Disclaimer: Joss own BTVS. Joss own Angel. Me use characters for stories. Me no want get sued. Me post disclaimer.
I woke up with an arm under my head. And a very nice body pressed against mine. My eyes fluttered open and they met Spike's ocean blue ones. I smiled, "Hi," I murmured quietly.
He smiled, not a cocky or arrogant smirk, but an actual smile. God, he was handsome when he smiled. "Hi," his deep, baritone voice said back to me.
"You're awake," I couldn't stop smiling. What was with me? Maybe it had something to do with the butterflies in my stomach. "How do you feel?"
He shrugged the shoulder that wasn't under my head. "I've felt worse."
"Good to know." I sat up and stretched my arms above my head. I froze and glanced at the clock. "God damnitt!" I hissed. I jumped up and ran to my bedroom door, yanking it open. I ran down the hall to Dawn's door and shoved it open, I found that the bed was empty, sheets ruffled. I practically flew down the stairs. Into the kitchen I went, only to discover a note from Tara saying that Xander took Dawn to school. I sighed, my muscles relaxing, before I felt cool arms wrap around my middle.
"What was that about luv?" a voice asked sultrily in my ear, while nuzzling my hair.
"Mmm," I moaned. "Dawn. school."
He nestled his chin into the hollow of my shoulder and looked at the note on the kitchen counter. "She got off to school okay?"
I nodded, leaning back into him. My eyes flitted closed a second before my stomach rumbled. Embarrassed, I pulled away. "S-sorry, guess I'm hungry." I went over to the fridge and pulled out the egg carton, a stick of butter, and a bag of blood. I tossed the bag in his direction. "Want some eggs?"
He nodded, "Yeh, the blood makes an excellent sauce. Like a replacement for ketchup." He grinned.
I crinkled my nose, then paused. "You know, that actually doesn't sound that gross."
"Glad to hear it, luv," he laughed.
Warmth spread through out my stomach. "Why don't you do that more often?" I asked, opening a cupboard under the island and pulling out a frying pan.
"Do what?" he asked.
"Laugh," I answered nonchalantly.
"Jus' not a lot of things to laugh about."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. So. how many eggs do you want?"