AN: This is the sequel to Past and Present. This probably happened a few days after the last one ended. By the way things in italics are from prior events, ie: Spike's dream of what Dru told him.
The bed felt like heaven to Spike, as his eyes slowly closed. But if he was being truthful, and hey this was his subconscious, it was more like the gorgeous beauty beside him that made his sleeping so wonderful. Her body was basically on top of his, radiating heat through all of his cold skin. Her leg was wrapped between his and her arm was draped across his. She was all over him and the blonde vampire couldn't say he didn't like it.
Deja Vu must have been hiding in his veins for he slightly remembered her touch. It was probably from a dream or a night with Buffy.
Shaking it off, he tried to shut his mind and go to sleep. But the sound of her heart beating in his ear was just too much. He could feel vibrations through out his body of her pumping heart and it was keeping him awake.
The bed shifted, which stirred his hardly sleeping mind awake.
"Can't sleep either, love?" he asked, already missing the warmth.
"No, it's just that the sun's coming up," she smiled sleepily. "And besides night, it's the best time of day." She bites her lip as she looks down and wiggles her feet.
Spike couldn't help but admire her simplistic beauty. Her hair was amuck, ruffled all around her face and in her still sleep filled eyes. Velvet pj bottoms hung low on her hips, showing that she was in fact not wearing any underwear by the bareness of her hip bone and a wife beater that was so snug to her skin, that he could almost count the freckles on her stomach and chest and that one little one right beside her left breast.
His eyes were devouring her and she felt self-conscious. Wrapping her arms around herself, she gave a sad smile.
"I'm going out for a run," she said, stretching her arms up which exposed more skin. Tying on the only tennis shoes she owned, Converses, she slipped on a light jacket.
"Didn't know you ran," he mused while covering his naked chest with a sheet.
"Helps clear my mind, you know. And in the morning, you feel all that dew and it's refreshing," she shrugged. "Anyway, I didn't mean to wake you. I'll be back soon."
And she was out the door before he could say anything else. Her morning exercises was another reason on how he didn't know her as well as he thought he did. Who would have thought that the bit liked running and when the sun was rising for god sake.
"Rising sun feels so alone."
The vampire's eyes went wide with knowledge. Was Dru talking about Dawn all those years ago? Shaking his head no, he knew it just couldn't be. There was no way in hell.
But then again...
Slamming his fist upon the beside table, he decided that it couldn't be about Dawn. Dru was bloody crazy and never had a fucking clue about anything.
Before he knew it, Dawn came storming through the front door, sweat glistening all over her body. She gave him a quick, lopsided smile as she saw him sitting crossed ankle on her couch. Sadness got the best of her and she beelined to the liquor cabinet.
"Times like these call for a screwdriver," she mumbled mixing some vodka with her favorite orange juice-tangerine and orange blend. She handed him a drink and raised her glass to him.
"Thought you stopped drinking, nibblet?"
"Eh, never say never," and she drank the whole thing in one gulp.
R&R
