"Well now this is just too weird." Willow stares, jacket still on, purse still in hand, in the foyer of the Summers' home.
"I think it's sweet." Tara answers, staring just as still and clothed beside Willow.
"Well sure, it's sweet for a normal, human couple, but he's a vampire, and – and they aren't a couple!"
"I don't know Willow, I think that maybe we should give them a chance to – you know – try it out?"
They both turn from each other, and watch the scene going on in the living room. Spike is sitting on the floor leaning against the couch, with his head back on Buffy's shoulder. Buffy though, is curled in a ball against the arm of the couch, with one arm draped lazily down Spike's chest. Dawn has her head on Buffy's legs, and has wrapped both of her arms around Buffy's ankle, as if it were a teddy bear. The sight is truly endearing, and even Willow can't help but feel something a little bit less than hateful for the blonde vampire in her home. They look like a family, she thinks to herself.
Tara turns back into the foyer to find her jacket and purse's rightful places. Willow looks between her lover at the two snuggle buddies at the couch with pursed lips, and then follows Tara upstairs.
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When Spike wakes up, his mental clock tells him of how late it is in the day, perfectly sunny as well, and he's glad to find that the drapes have been pulled closed. Buffy is still snuggled up beside him, an arm wrapped lazily around his neck; even in her sleep she has a grip tight enough to suffocate a human. Good thing he doesn't have to breath. He moves his shoulders slightly, trying to turn to see her better.
"'Morning," she mumbles, eyes still closed.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." He rests his chin on the couch, leaving his face only mere inches away from hers.
"Did you sleep on the floor the whole night?" Her brow pulls together slightly, and he smoothes the forced crease out with his thumb.
"Didn't leave your side love." Chuckling in self-pity, he shakes his head.
"You should have come up on the couch, or gotten in bed or something, or woke me up." Her tired voice is quiet, and it pulls a loving smile onto his face that he's glad she doesn't see.
"Want some breakfast?" He asks, still chuckling.
"No, too early." She yawns and snuggles against his shoulder.
"It's nearly noon, love." He whispers again her hair, jumping when she leaps up from the couch.
"What?" She squeals, looking at the digital clock on the side table. "ohmygod." She slurred the words into one. "Dawn's late for school. Again."
"Calm down," he said pulling her arm and tugging her against him. "It's Sunday." He can't help the laugh that flood through his lips, eyes crinkling and sparkling as he does.
"Sunday," she repeats, staring at him. And then becoming embarrassed, "oh," She smiles up at him through her eyelashes, a pretty blush coming to her cheeks.
A/N: Yes, I realize that I made Tara alive here and not alive in the last chapter... Just go with it ok? I have no clue what I'm doing. And sorry this is so short, I'm lacking inspiration on what to write in this chapter. As usual, I didn't write down where this is going, so I forgot my WHOLE plot that I was writing. Oh well. I'll think of something... Eventually...