Chapter 12
Red Satin
Buffy frowned as she stared into another empty drawer, so far aspirins were nowhere to be found and her headache was not letting up.
She plopped herself down on the torn and ragged couch and sighed heavily, this was so not her night.
Where the hell is that aspirin? You'd think they would put it somewhere where someone with a blistering headache could find. I have checked all over this stupid trailer and nothing! Nothing!
Then she realized that she had not checked all over, the one place that she had not checked was Spike's room. Her faced showed pure horror as she concluded that she would have to go in there and look around.
Ugh! His room is probably a pigsty, messier than the rest of the house for sure. Clothes and stuff all over the place. And it probably smells like beer and cigarettes just like out here.
Buffy shut her eyes and willed herself to walk to the door; she paused and took a deep breath then swung open the door.
Her eyes bulged out of her head as she stepped into the room, which to her shock was clean and neat, with the exception of a coke cola bottle lying on the floor next to the bed.
Oh the bed! Buffy could not believe her eyes when she first acknowledged the bed; it was slightly round with red satin sheets, covers and pillow cases. Buffy also noticed a few candles sitting on the nightstand and an incense stick sitting on his dresser.
Oh. My. God. He has…a Red. Satin. Bed. Oh. My. God. Oh my god! Red Satin! I bet he has pajamas to match too. Oh God. This is unbelievable, this is…this is just plain weird and hot…and I did not say hot. No this is just weird and totally unbelievable. I opened what I thought was the entrance to Spike's room and ended up in a different dimension. Spike has a red satin bed, I can…I can deal, yeah. Probably was just does this for show…yeah, for when he plans on takin a girl home with him. That is so like him though, to have a crappy room with a crappy bed. But the night he plans sleeping with a girl he fixes everything up and makes himself seem like the perfect, romantic, sexy, caring, guy that he wasn't.
Buffy chuckled to herself, "That is so like him, being a fake," but she couldn't stop herself as she made her way to the bed and under the covers, "Mmm but oh god this is so nice….and it feels so good."
She ran her hands along the covers and closed her eyes feeling the cool satin against her hand. Buffy laid her head back on the pillows and sighed in delight. Soon sleep overcame her again and she fell asleep right there in Spike's bed, aspirins completely forgotten.