A/N: Thankies for the reviews. Ah, pillow talk...
When Buffy turned over she was confronted with the view of Spike's ass jiggling up and down. Not entirely unpleasant, but still questionable. He was leaning over the bed, the covers thrown up over his waist but exposing his bare back to her. He had gained a little weight since the last time she had seen him naked, since Sunnydale. It looked good on him, but then she had a suspicious Spike could still look good if he weighed three hundred pounds...well, he always had the charm to fall back on.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
He jumped, hitting his head on the corner of the nightstand and cursing loudly, turning back to her and rubbing his head, he said innocently "Oh, nothing"
"I repeat; what are you doing?" Buffy asked, smiling and stretching contently as she sat up, leaning her back against the headboard.
Spike rolled his eyes and leaned down again, this time when he came back up he had a tray in his hands. The tray held food. A lot of food. A full English breakfast, Buffy guessed it would be called. She didn't realize until she saw it how hungry she was. Eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice, beans...everything that was guaranteed to fatten her up. She wondered absent-mindedly if Spike was planning to cook her in the oven.
"You pulling a Hansel and Gretel on me?" Buffy asked, wryly.
"Oh, shut up and eat" Spike passed the tray over "I expect that to be all be gone by the time I get back" He started to get up.
She grabbed his arm "Nuh uh. Where do you think you're going?"
"I was gonna call Peaches, tell him we're fine. Very fine" He smirked.
"Some of us more than others," Buffy replied, looking him over "And forget about Angel. Isn't that what you're always telling me?"
Spike gave her a self-satisfied grin. She settled back into bed comfortably sitting up against the headboard as she dutifully scoffed everything in sight. Spike watched her with a sort of impish glee in his eyes.
Buffy slurped at her orange juice rather un-ladylike "So, where'd you get all this stuff from anyway? It's not like you need to eat or anything"
"Nipped down to the shops whilst you were zonked out" He gave her a half-shrug.
She grinned "You made all that effort for little old me?"
"Don't be expecting it every time, you know" Spike folded his arms, sitting next to her in bed "It's just a one-off"
Buffy was still beaming "You're so sappy"
"I bloody well am not! I'm a rebel," Spike nodded with a surety "You can ask anyone. Ooh, ask Charlie! He'll vouch for me"
She reached over and pinched his cheek "My little Suzy Homemaker Spikey"
"Leave off, woman" He slapped her hand away "I'm nothing of the sort. I'm every mum's worst nightmare boyfriend for their impressionable daughter"
"Since when have I been impressionable?" Buffy quirked an eyebrow then smiled again "Besides, my mother liked you. So, you're bad-man-creature-of-the-night spiel has just gone poof! in one swoop, mister"
Spike held a hand over his heart "Alright, alright, you got me. I'm the ideal boyfriend. Mothers love me, little sisters fancy me, and girlfriends can't help but fall head over heels for me"
"With my ankle throbbing like it is right now, I don't want to attempt falling anything over anything with anyone..." Buffy paused, confused at her own words "Huh?"
"Don't ask me, love" He chuckled.
She bit down on a stick of crunchy bacon, and spoke with her mouth still full "You do understand that I am going to have to workout for god knows how many hours after this?"
"I'll give you a good workout" Spike arched an eyebrow, smirking.
Buffy rolled her eyes, playfully, and leaned in kissing him quickly on the cheek. Spike's smirk turned into a soft smile and he placed his arm around her shoulder. She moved in closer to him, snuggling into his torso and leaning her head against his shoulder.
"Is this weird?" She asked after a moment then quickly corrected herself "I mean, good weird but still...weird?"
"Yeah, pet, it's weird"
"Oh, good. I thought it was just me. 'Cos it's just with the whole 'thinking you were dead...er' thing and now two years later with the smooching and the...other stuff. Surreal, I guess"
Spike chuckled "Well, listen to my little Slayer using big important words like 'surreal'. We'll make a scholar out of her yet"
"Shut up" She thumped him in the side, "Mr. Smarty Pants. You know, if I had been around for as long as you have I bet I'd be just as smart as you...no, probably smarter"
Spike leaned over and kissed the top of her head "I don't doubt it, love"
Buffy nodded, firmly "Glad we got that sorted out" she bit down on another stick of bacon, resolutely.
Spike laughed at her, and it was a joyous sound. One she had not heard enough of the last year in Sunnydale. His laugh was infectious and soon she was laughing along with him, although in a much more refined manner, naturally. Crumbs were being spread everywhere, all over his sheets but he didn't seem to mind and, of course, she didn't care. It wasn't her who would have to do the dry-cleaning, after all. Ha, score one – Buffy! She thought to herself silently Stick him with the clean-up. Nicely done.
"What are you looking so smug about, Summers?" He asked, curiously.
"Oh, nothing" She replied innocently, shrugging "Just happy to be Buffy"
Spike looked at her, serious for a moment "That's new"
"I know. I kind of like it" Buffy smiled sardonically.
He smiled along with her, genuinely. Buffy loved that smile. She loved the steep slashes of his cheekbones, the soft and full bottom lip he had, those eyes of his, those eyelashes of his for that matter...
Buffy had to tear her gaze away before she started to get that spaced-out look. The one where drool and possible cross-eyed expressions were likely.
Spike reached over and placed his thumb and index finger over her chin. He turned her face back towards his and he studied her intently for a moment before he moved in and kissed her. His cool mouth against hers caused a sigh to escape her lips. She was so caught up in the kiss that she lost all basic control over her limbs and she ended up pouring the orange juice all over his sheets and all over him and herself.
Spike jolted back crying out at the cold liquid, he looked down at himself then back at her. She put on her best innocent look. He just laughed and after a moment she did too.
"Sorry," Buffy bit her bottom lip, acting all bashful.
"You do realise how bad it looks to have all this yellow liquid over us?" Spike snorted.
"Oops," She put her hand to her mouth "Now we're all sticky"
Spike looked her over, hunger in his eyes and he grinned. Licking his lips he leaned towards her.
The cell phone on the nightstand rang.
Spike groaned and picked it up, rolled his eyes "That bloke knows how to ruin...every moment, ever"
He answered the phone. Buffy watched as he started talking to Angel in his usual brash, cocky voice. It was strange how he could be so gentle and attentive to her. She was one of the few people who ever really saw that side to Spike. His other facade was so much easier for him to masquerade in.
She climbed out of bed, wrapping the sheet around herself. Buffy walked over to the doorframe and Spike's eyes followed her across the room even as he snarked at Angel.
Buffy beckoned him over to her with one finger and she mouthed the word "Shower"
Spike's eyes lit up "You know, what, Angelus? As fascinating as this conversation is I'm gonna have to get back to you. I need to attend to Buffy. We'll see you in...oh, half an hour?"
"An hour" Buffy corrected him.
"Right, an hour. The lady needs some time to come...to her senses"
Spike hung up the phone and, grinning, followed Buffy out as she left the room.
A/N: Gimme those reviews, now! Don't make me growl, even though I gladly will.