Title: Bedroom Talk
Author: Sophie
Pairing: Spike/Fred
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: To 'Harm's Way'
A/N : After this one I probably won't follow the events in S5 anymore and will go my own way. ;o-) Also I'm a little behind episode-wise, but it will keep on coming ;o)
PART VII - Bedroom Talk
Spike is the last person she expects to see on her doorstep that night. But, Fred thinks, if he's here, that means he's not on 'Slayer search'. That means he's not with 'her'.
"Hey," she greets him softly.
"Hey. Did I wake you up? I know it's late."
She opens the door wider with a smile. "I wasn't sleeping yet. Come in."
He steps inside. The whole apartment is plunged in darkness, except for the light coming from her bedroom. He shrugs his duster off on a chair before following her.
"Make yourself at home," she tells him, while she goes back under the covers. Spike takes his boots off and climbs on the bed, sitting cross- legged.
"What are you reading?" he asks, with a nod to the files on the bed. She takes them and puts them on the floor. "It's an article about the lack of particle cohesion in certain materials."
"Best way to fall asleep quickly," he tells her, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, actually, it's very interesting. There's that theory where we can use a trans-reality amplifier that would be capable of focusing.never mind," she says with a smile.
"I'm sure there must be English words in there somewhere, but for a stupid fella like me it sounds rather like Chinese, love."
"You're not stupid, Spike."
With a sigh, he lays back on the bed next to her. "Not so sure about that," he mutters.
"Spike, why are you here?"
He gives her a charming smile. "Why, pet, I wanted to see you."
She almost loses focus at his words and the way he looks at her. "I mean why aren't you on your way to Europe.to see Buffy?"
He remains silent for a moment before finally giving her the same explanation he gave Harmony earlier that night. The die-a-hero stuff, the can't-be-topped exit.
Fred snorts. "Yeah, right. Spike, why aren't you in Europe?" she asks him again, and he looks at her and smiles. That's his Fred. There's no way he can bullshit her. She knows him better than anyone. Because she's the only one who ever took the time to get to know him. The real him.
He takes her hand and kisses the palm. "I can't fool you, can I, sweetheart?"
She shakes her head. "Uh-hu. Now I want the real reasons."
"I just.I don't think it would be a good idea to go there and crash in on her life again. She has her own life now, a normal life like she always wanted.I would only be a painful reminder of.everything that happened. Whoever the people that brought me back here are, they must have a reason. Maybe I should figure that out first. Maybe I should let her move on, and so will I. After all these months, I'm starting to feel like I can."
"That sounds more like the Spike I know," she says, entwining their fingers. He closes his eyes, and for the first time she notices how tired he looks. "You should get some rest," she advises him, even if she doesn't want him to go."
"Yeah, suppose I should," he answers in a sleepy tone, and he doesn't want to go back to his empty room. But he can't impose on Fred, so he gets up.
"You can stay here if you want," she blurts out suddenly, as if she's not sure it's a good idea but says it out loud before changing her mind.
He smiles. "You're offering me your couch?"
She blushes, realizing that in her mind the couch was not even an option. "Well.the couch is not very comfortable.and I have a big bed.and it's just to sleep, of course," she finally adds, thinking that maybe her bold proposition could be misinterpreted. Not that misinterpretation would be a bad thing in that case.
She shakes the thought away and adds with a smile "It's an honest proposition."
"Too bad it is, pet," he replies with his patent smirk she likes so much. She's never been so tempted to throw her shyness and gentle manners through the window and jump his bones right there and then. But she remembers that the day before, he was ready to leave to see another woman, so maybe it would be better if she waited for him to make the first move. Sure he flirts with her all the time, they share a great friendship and complicity, and he even kissed her once. Although it was more a traditional gesture because of the mistletoe. So before throwing herself at him, she'd better be certain he's not thinking about someone else.
She understands it could take a while before that happens.
"Mind if I take a shower then?" he asks.
"No.go ahead."
She tries to ignore the sound of clothes being dropped and the running water on his now naked body. She buries herself back in her report, but the excitement it generally provides now seems insipid compared to what's going on in her bathroom.
He gets out a few minutes later, wearing only a towel, and without much ceremony, slips under the covers with a sigh of contentment, before rising slightly to drop a kiss on her cheek.
"Good night sweetness. And thank you."
"Good night, William," she whispers before turning the light off.
She settles herself comfortably, fully aware of the manly presence beside her despite the lack of breathing.
There's no way she'll be able to sleep now.
§§§§§§§§§§
She wakes up with the feel of a weight on her abdomen. The first thing she notices is that she fell asleep after all. The second that it wasn't for long, since it's still dark outside. A quick glance at her clock confirms it's far from dawn.
A white spot indicates that the weight on her stomach is none other than Spike's head. Somehow he managed to rest it there, and one of his hands is casually placed on her hip.
Carefully she brings her own hand to his head and caresses the curly mess. It's soft. She lets her hand rest on the nape of his neck, just at the frontier between his hair and his smooth skin.
She closes her eyes with a smile. It's almost scary how this feels so natural, so right. Her feelings for Spike have now reached a point where it will either ends in laughter and joy, or tears and heartbreak.
She fervently prays for the first option.
Author: Sophie
Pairing: Spike/Fred
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: To 'Harm's Way'
A/N : After this one I probably won't follow the events in S5 anymore and will go my own way. ;o-) Also I'm a little behind episode-wise, but it will keep on coming ;o)
PART VII - Bedroom Talk
Spike is the last person she expects to see on her doorstep that night. But, Fred thinks, if he's here, that means he's not on 'Slayer search'. That means he's not with 'her'.
"Hey," she greets him softly.
"Hey. Did I wake you up? I know it's late."
She opens the door wider with a smile. "I wasn't sleeping yet. Come in."
He steps inside. The whole apartment is plunged in darkness, except for the light coming from her bedroom. He shrugs his duster off on a chair before following her.
"Make yourself at home," she tells him, while she goes back under the covers. Spike takes his boots off and climbs on the bed, sitting cross- legged.
"What are you reading?" he asks, with a nod to the files on the bed. She takes them and puts them on the floor. "It's an article about the lack of particle cohesion in certain materials."
"Best way to fall asleep quickly," he tells her, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, actually, it's very interesting. There's that theory where we can use a trans-reality amplifier that would be capable of focusing.never mind," she says with a smile.
"I'm sure there must be English words in there somewhere, but for a stupid fella like me it sounds rather like Chinese, love."
"You're not stupid, Spike."
With a sigh, he lays back on the bed next to her. "Not so sure about that," he mutters.
"Spike, why are you here?"
He gives her a charming smile. "Why, pet, I wanted to see you."
She almost loses focus at his words and the way he looks at her. "I mean why aren't you on your way to Europe.to see Buffy?"
He remains silent for a moment before finally giving her the same explanation he gave Harmony earlier that night. The die-a-hero stuff, the can't-be-topped exit.
Fred snorts. "Yeah, right. Spike, why aren't you in Europe?" she asks him again, and he looks at her and smiles. That's his Fred. There's no way he can bullshit her. She knows him better than anyone. Because she's the only one who ever took the time to get to know him. The real him.
He takes her hand and kisses the palm. "I can't fool you, can I, sweetheart?"
She shakes her head. "Uh-hu. Now I want the real reasons."
"I just.I don't think it would be a good idea to go there and crash in on her life again. She has her own life now, a normal life like she always wanted.I would only be a painful reminder of.everything that happened. Whoever the people that brought me back here are, they must have a reason. Maybe I should figure that out first. Maybe I should let her move on, and so will I. After all these months, I'm starting to feel like I can."
"That sounds more like the Spike I know," she says, entwining their fingers. He closes his eyes, and for the first time she notices how tired he looks. "You should get some rest," she advises him, even if she doesn't want him to go."
"Yeah, suppose I should," he answers in a sleepy tone, and he doesn't want to go back to his empty room. But he can't impose on Fred, so he gets up.
"You can stay here if you want," she blurts out suddenly, as if she's not sure it's a good idea but says it out loud before changing her mind.
He smiles. "You're offering me your couch?"
She blushes, realizing that in her mind the couch was not even an option. "Well.the couch is not very comfortable.and I have a big bed.and it's just to sleep, of course," she finally adds, thinking that maybe her bold proposition could be misinterpreted. Not that misinterpretation would be a bad thing in that case.
She shakes the thought away and adds with a smile "It's an honest proposition."
"Too bad it is, pet," he replies with his patent smirk she likes so much. She's never been so tempted to throw her shyness and gentle manners through the window and jump his bones right there and then. But she remembers that the day before, he was ready to leave to see another woman, so maybe it would be better if she waited for him to make the first move. Sure he flirts with her all the time, they share a great friendship and complicity, and he even kissed her once. Although it was more a traditional gesture because of the mistletoe. So before throwing herself at him, she'd better be certain he's not thinking about someone else.
She understands it could take a while before that happens.
"Mind if I take a shower then?" he asks.
"No.go ahead."
She tries to ignore the sound of clothes being dropped and the running water on his now naked body. She buries herself back in her report, but the excitement it generally provides now seems insipid compared to what's going on in her bathroom.
He gets out a few minutes later, wearing only a towel, and without much ceremony, slips under the covers with a sigh of contentment, before rising slightly to drop a kiss on her cheek.
"Good night sweetness. And thank you."
"Good night, William," she whispers before turning the light off.
She settles herself comfortably, fully aware of the manly presence beside her despite the lack of breathing.
There's no way she'll be able to sleep now.
§§§§§§§§§§
She wakes up with the feel of a weight on her abdomen. The first thing she notices is that she fell asleep after all. The second that it wasn't for long, since it's still dark outside. A quick glance at her clock confirms it's far from dawn.
A white spot indicates that the weight on her stomach is none other than Spike's head. Somehow he managed to rest it there, and one of his hands is casually placed on her hip.
Carefully she brings her own hand to his head and caresses the curly mess. It's soft. She lets her hand rest on the nape of his neck, just at the frontier between his hair and his smooth skin.
She closes her eyes with a smile. It's almost scary how this feels so natural, so right. Her feelings for Spike have now reached a point where it will either ends in laughter and joy, or tears and heartbreak.
She fervently prays for the first option.