purr

[eliade]

There were no two ways about it. Angel hated to cuddle. He wanted nothing wrapped around his body when he was sleeping, weighing him down, pinning him when he might need to reach for a weapon. Darla had always understood that; she was the same way. They'd been compatible, each recognizing the other's testy snapping point and knowing when to retreat

Comments

[ellen_fremedon]

Cuddle. Sure. Why not. He could cuddle an inch or two if he had to. And Spike had better start getting used to that.

Oh, this is dead-on. And Spike annoying him from a distance. Yeah. Perfect.

*rereads*

*purrs*

[anniesj]

Please, please, please don't stop. More. Oh, yeah. Right there. Just like that, baby. Wait -- a little to the left. Yeah. There.

[amerella]

You are trying to kill me. You are evil and... quite perfect, actually.

Also, gah. I adore this entire paragraph, but especially this description: If he woke to Spike's sleepy puppy mash against his backside, he didn't hesitate to jerk an elbow back into available ribs.

SleepySpike! makes me happy.

[sophia_helix]

You know, I'm at the shallow end of the slash pool (only certain pairings that kink me, and then only certain stories in the pairing that kink me), and this is exactly fitting. God bless you. You make me love Spike all over again. *g*

::subtly prods for more, in a nondemanding fashion::

.m

[zoniduck]

Christ on a crutch, woman! I only just recovered from the last bit of this fic, and here you come with more. You're making my brain melt. Mmmmmm...melty brains.

And, dude, I would sell my soul for a cuddle with Sleepy!Spike. *sigh*