Awakenings ....
“Fuck,” I tried to mutter, my mouth dry, lips crusty. I’d been somewhere, and I couldn’t remember where. Still lyin’ in that deep abyss, I heard him call to me as he had so often before, in that sweet wonderful voice of him, callin’ me back to him
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Okay, so I wasn’t always smart, do first, think later, yeah, I’m all over that, and even in my weakened state, I wanted to be all over him, but this little escapade had slain me, for once.
For now, I’d have to take it easy, which usually would have driven me fuckin’ insane, but bein’ with Wes, I couldn’t help but grin at the thought of bein’ with him again, and I wanted that needed that soon.
The drugs, lack of food, the head rush at just gettin’ outta there, at some point, I swooned, head hit somethin’, I don’t know quite what, and I was gone.
Once again, he’d carried me, somewhere safe, cause I was safe with him, and it made me all tingly. Damn if I’m gonna turn into some giggly twelve-year old, all right if I didn’t he sure as hell wasn’t gonna know about it.
For the second time, in what hours, days, didn’t know I didn’t care, I saw a worried face, close to mine.
He’d forgotten how fast I was, my arm slide up to his neck, pullin’ him down for a quick kiss.
“MMMM,” I purred as he pulled away, obviously concerned.
“Before you go all watcher boy on me, you were right … this time,” I gave him my best smile.
Leaning back against, what was it? A couch, a bed, didn’t matter, I could take him anywhere, “I’ll be a good girl, well for now at least. Okay, I’m weak right now, got that? Tell anyone and your dead meat, okay my meat. So feed me before I eat you alive.”
I couldn’t help but giggle, “Thank you, I don’t know how you did it, but you saved me once again. But feed me before I die of starvation. Gotta get my strength back, so I can work out,” as I said work out, my tongue slid over my bottom lip, rather slow.
“Hey, it’s what I do,” I leaned in, “Kill, fuck and love you.”
I didn’t budge, didn’t cringe and damn I’d probably said it first, something I’d never ever do, but I did, I loved Wesley.
My fingers moved through his hair, gently brushing it back, then moved down to smooth his grizzled cheek. I couldn’t remember him unshaven, the thought of that, attempt at a beard, made me shiver, and the thought of upcomin’ food, and how great he would be as a plate, well, I might have to remember that one.
For once in my life, I was tired, but I was in love, and we were probably … on the run, didn’t matter, didn’t care, I knew exactly where I should be, and there I was.
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