Her hair cascades across the pillow case. Golden locks spread about forming a halo around her soft face. "Angel's are jealous of you my luv."
"They are not," she jests back in her normal playful manor. She is always silly in the morning.
"That they are, ot right sinful they are. Wanting your shiny hair and beautiful green eyes. I lie to you not"
"Spike, you are being crazy again." Mock horror covers her face. "The First isn't playing with you again is it?"
He tackles her in fits of tickles, "You damn well no better than that woman. I am perfectly sane and under my own influences."
Fits of laughter ring out filling the room, "If you say so. I personally like to think I am in control." A sly smile covering her face.
"That you are luv, got me wrapped around your sodding pinky you do. Worst part is, I don't want to be anywhere but. How sad is that. 150 years as a vampire, mean as hell it self, my own man, and now I live to be your puppy."
"Your no puppy, ok, maybe, but still a mean ass one when you want to be. Just, you know, not to me."
"Never to you my luv, I spent too many years doing just that. We shall have no more pain caused by yours truly if you please."
She rolled to her side and grabbed his hand pulling him closer to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. Face to face, nose to nose they laid. Basking in the love they shared for one another.
"I still wonder how we got so lucky some times." She tried to turn her face into the pillow to hide the tear that made its way out of her eye and down her cheek.
"Don't cry luv. I wonder the same thing often my sweets. But then I remember something Tara said once. 'Better to be happy about what you have than sad about that which you can't have.' So no matter how much I wonder and ponder my current existence, I will never be less than ecstatic about it." He lightly ran his thumb down her cheek following the tear on its journey down her face, brushing away the evidence that it had ever been there, marring her perfect face. "Now what do you say to waffles down at the dinner? Me treat."
"I would say, last one dressed is buying lunch." She raced from bed, with him quick on her heels.
"You can't get away my luv. I will always catch you."
Fade to room.
Fire and smoke fill the air. Demons of all shape, size, and color can bee seen milling about. On the back wall, hangs Spike. Chains, force his arms to remain above his head. His feet in what appear to be steaming hot water. Sharpe spears run threw his abdomen. Dried blood-leaving trails in the dirt and filth that cover his naked torso.
Drawing closer it becomes apparent, that his eyes are closed and his lips slack. Unconscious sleep holds him tight. Far way from the pain that befalls him.
Fade back
"You could have told me it was 11 am before I go making bets about who was buying lunch. Your offer for breakfast was a bit deceitful."
"Teaches you to make bets now doesn't it goldilocks."
"Ha ha funny. We both know I almost never lose a bet to you. Count this second or third in the lost category thank you." She stuffed her mouth with a piece of waffle that dripped syrup all down her chin."
"You're just yummy enough to eat with that yummy goodness all over you." The look of passion growing and burning in his cool blue eyes.
"You don't say? Well you are pretty edible yourself." She forked up more of the maply goodness and brought it too her mouth, slowly and deliberately torturing him as she teased and taunted him with the forks and its bounty. "We might just have to go home and make with the fun before Dawnie gets home."
A low growl escaped his lips. "Well now, the lady has a plan." He grabbed a twenty from his pocket and tossed it onto the table, before grabbing her hand, pulling her from the booth. "Just for that, lunch is my treat."