And if she’s fine, then so am I. And since I currently have a cold, I’m not entirely fine. But she’s not fine either. Something is quite obviously bothering her. I’ve no idea what though. When she finally started to talk, I gave her an encouraging look. But when she finally did start to talk, she made very little sense.
She was going to do things to make me take the medication, but she’s not going to tell me and it’s stupid? I gave a confused look at that, wondering what she was on about. Until it dawned on me that she was talking about the whole topless while forcing medication down me. Which I didn’t need. Not that I wasn’t enjoying the view to a certain extent. Until she shoved that vile tasting concoction down my throat.
But she looked so guilty, I bit my tongue from letting my thoughts out. A sigh escaped me when she put her head on my chest and I reached up to comb my finger through her hair. “Buffy, love. I’ve already told you why I don’t wish to take that…medication. So there’s no need to point that out again. However, as I’ve said before. I’ve a *cold*, I can do things to you. I‘m not actually sick.” Though, not at the moment. I’m rather tired at the moment.
It’s okay. Right. I swear, she’s almost as good at Cordelia when it comes to guilting medication into me. And she even has a bigger advantage then Cordy. Cordy and I weren’t sleeping together. We loved each other, but not like I….care for Buffy. I’m very careful to use the word love when it comes to these kinds of relationships. Even though deep down I know the truth for what it is. I’ve just been burned to many times to casual about it.
I keep combing my finger through her hair, my eyes closing as I drift away a little. This is quite comfortable. I don’t really remember ever being this comfortable when I had the flu. Cold, I mean when I had a cold. Usually there had been no one around to even care. Though, Cordy and Gunn cared. But Cordy had been afraid for infection, and Gunn was… well Gunn. Manly and macho and not showing any worry until I’d gotten shot.
Startled, when she started to move, I pried my eyes open, sniffed and blinked at her. Why was she moving? I was quite… Oh, laundry right. I suppose that’s very important. At least she knows how to handle that monstrosity, I’ve no idea. Probably because I’ve not looked yet, but that’s hardly the point.
“Yes, alright,” I said, a little regret in my voice when she moved away fully. “Tell Dawn I said hello.’ Turning over to my stomach, I sniffled into my handkerchief and muttered something under my breath about waiting here for her. I pulled my pillow closer and curled around it, a shiver running through me as I fumbled with the blankets to pull them up.
I've no idea what she gave me, but it did help my throat and my breathing a bit. I fell into somewhat of a doze, but having ones nose clogged up isn't very beneficial when it comes to staying asleep. When I woke up, I squinted at the clock and noticed a few hours had passed. Which was far more then I had the previous night, so I suppose I should count myself lucky. After tossing and turning for half an hour, I sighed and decided to get out of bed.
Padding into the bathroom, I took care of business first. I could hear the soft sounds of the telly coming from the part of the upstairs I had deemed the living room. Buffy must still be here then. That thought made me smile. As I grabbed myself a glass of water, and several after that - when had I become so bloody thirsty? - I stood there for a while, catching my breath. Damn, I hate colds. In the distance I could hear the washer going, reminding me of the fact that Buffy wanted to do the laundry.
Who'd have guessed she would be a bit of a homemaker. Not that I mind, I've not had a real home since.. Well, since home, I suppose. In England, and really, I wouldn't call that a home. Just the place where I started my life. Grabbing the robe from the hook in the bathroom, I shrugged it on when I felt a chill creep up on me. I'll just go see what Buffy is up to and considering the time ask if she is going on patrol or coming to bed.
Muffling a cough into the sleeve of my robe, I shuffled over to my new living room. I was quite glad not to have to go down those stairs at the moment, I don’t think I had enough air for that. Stopping short in the doorway, I just looked at her for a moment. She looked lovely, beautiful laying there with that peaceful look on her face. Of course the fact that she was a Slayer meant I couldn’t take in my fill as much as I’d liked.
Maybe someday soon, she’ll sleep on because she knows to trust the presence in the room. Knows that her inner Slayer doesn’t need to be alarmed. Knows that I’d never harm her, hurt her, not if I can help it.
“Somewhat,” I rasp out, wincing at the sound of my own voice. Putting my arms around her, I stop myself from asking if she wants to come back to bed. I’d probably sleep a whole lot better then, and just when in the hell did that happen. But she’s right. She *is* the slayer and she does have a duty. Even if both of us would like to take that duty and shove it up some Council arse from time to time.
Leaning down I press a kiss to her forehead and run my fingers through her hair. “Alright, love. Say hello to Dawn from me. And please be careful out there.” Which is a silly thing to say, considering, but I cannot help but worry about her. “And take your cellphone, call me if there’s anything wrong.”
I suppose I should let go of her if she wants to go out and….do things. I don’t want to yet. I like her where she is right now. Warm and safe in my arms.
Women seriously confuse me. One moment she’s practically undressing herself to get some bloody medication into me, - which wasn’t needed for just a sodding cold - the next she’s looking at me as though it’s all my fault. Well, I’m not falling for that again. If Miss Summers has a problem, she can tell me and not play act around it. I’ve had enough of that. I’ve had enough of miscommunications. And I refuse to guess what she thinks. If she wants me to know what she’s thinking, she’s going to have to tell me.
Letting go of her when she pulled back, I pulled my hands into my sleeve and nodded. Of course duty would come first. That was one thing I’ve always admired about Buffy, her sense of duty. Even if she didn’t want to do so. And had I been feeling better, I’d have joined her on patrol.
“Alright,” I said, wincing at the sound of my voice. Of course it didn’t help that my vocal cords were already irreplaceably damaged thanks to Justine. “Just make sure to call me when you get back home or I’ll worry.” Which, I know sounds silly. She’s been a Slayer for years now and she can take care of herself. But still, I’d worry and I’d not be able to sleep if I wouldn’t know she was home safe. Hers or mine.
“And I’ll see about tomorrow,” I sniffled. “If I’ve not emerged around noon, I suggest you call for a search party.” Giving her a small smile, I wrapped my arms around myself while I waited for her to be ready.
She was going to do things to make me take the medication, but she’s not going to tell me and it’s stupid? I gave a confused look at that, wondering what she was on about. Until it dawned on me that she was talking about the whole topless while forcing medication down me. Which I didn’t need. Not that I wasn’t enjoying the view to a certain extent. Until she shoved that vile tasting concoction down my throat.
But she looked so guilty, I bit my tongue from letting my thoughts out. A sigh escaped me when she put her head on my chest and I reached up to comb my finger through her hair. “Buffy, love. I’ve already told you why I don’t wish to take that…medication. So there’s no need to point that out again. However, as I’ve said before. I’ve a *cold*, I can do things to you. I‘m not actually sick.” Though, not at the moment. I’m rather tired at the moment.
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I keep combing my finger through her hair, my eyes closing as I drift away a little. This is quite comfortable. I don’t really remember ever being this comfortable when I had the flu. Cold, I mean when I had a cold. Usually there had been no one around to even care. Though, Cordy and Gunn cared. But Cordy had been afraid for infection, and Gunn was… well Gunn. Manly and macho and not showing any worry until I’d gotten shot.
Startled, when she started to move, I pried my eyes open, sniffed and blinked at her. Why was she moving? I was quite… Oh, laundry right. I suppose that’s very important. At least she knows how to handle that monstrosity, I’ve no idea. Probably because I’ve not looked yet, but that’s hardly the point.
“Yes, alright,” I said, a little regret in my voice when she moved away fully. “Tell Dawn I said hello.’ Turning over to my stomach, I sniffled into my handkerchief and muttered something under my breath about waiting here for her. I pulled my pillow closer and curled around it, a shiver running through me as I fumbled with the blankets to pull them up.
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Padding into the bathroom, I took care of business first. I could hear the soft sounds of the telly coming from the part of the upstairs I had deemed the living room. Buffy must still be here then. That thought made me smile. As I grabbed myself a glass of water, and several after that - when had I become so bloody thirsty? - I stood there for a while, catching my breath. Damn, I hate colds. In the distance I could hear the washer going, reminding me of the fact that Buffy wanted to do the laundry.
Who'd have guessed she would be a bit of a homemaker. Not that I mind, I've not had a real home since.. Well, since home, I suppose. In England, and really, I wouldn't call that a home. Just the place where I started my life. Grabbing the robe from the hook in the bathroom, I shrugged it on when I felt a chill creep up on me. I'll just go see what Buffy is up to and considering the time ask if she is going on patrol or coming to bed.
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Maybe someday soon, she’ll sleep on because she knows to trust the presence in the room. Knows that her inner Slayer doesn’t need to be alarmed. Knows that I’d never harm her, hurt her, not if I can help it.
“Somewhat,” I rasp out, wincing at the sound of my own voice. Putting my arms around her, I stop myself from asking if she wants to come back to bed. I’d probably sleep a whole lot better then, and just when in the hell did that happen. But she’s right. She *is* the slayer and she does have a duty. Even if both of us would like to take that duty and shove it up some Council arse from time to time.
Leaning down I press a kiss to her forehead and run my fingers through her hair. “Alright, love. Say hello to Dawn from me. And please be careful out there.” Which is a silly thing to say, considering, but I cannot help but worry about her. “And take your cellphone, call me if there’s anything wrong.”
I suppose I should let go of her if she wants to go out and….do things. I don’t want to yet. I like her where she is right now. Warm and safe in my arms.
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Letting go of her when she pulled back, I pulled my hands into my sleeve and nodded. Of course duty would come first. That was one thing I’ve always admired about Buffy, her sense of duty. Even if she didn’t want to do so. And had I been feeling better, I’d have joined her on patrol.
“Alright,” I said, wincing at the sound of my voice. Of course it didn’t help that my vocal cords were already irreplaceably damaged thanks to Justine. “Just make sure to call me when you get back home or I’ll worry.” Which, I know sounds silly. She’s been a Slayer for years now and she can take care of herself. But still, I’d worry and I’d not be able to sleep if I wouldn’t know she was home safe. Hers or mine.
“And I’ll see about tomorrow,” I sniffled. “If I’ve not emerged around noon, I suggest you call for a search party.” Giving her a small smile, I wrapped my arms around myself while I waited for her to be ready.
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