"Right then, Whiskey it is." I say as he tells me Whiskey will do him good. He then mentions I can take whatever I like, just to make things a bit similar I'll probably end up grabbin' some of the Whiskey too. "And the ice is also covered." I say with a slight smile
( ... )
A slight smile slides on my face when he kisses just below my eye. My eyes flutter close and my hand comes up to touch the spot lightly. Such a simple gesture, such a sweet gesture. So gentle and unlike the image he's trying to give to everyone. Everyone but me
( ... )
He drinks it down rather fast which I do the same. Only difference is I pour myself another glass. Drinking that one down quick I set it down just as I feel his head rest against my chest
( ... )
When his arm wraps around me, I cannot help but smile again. I press myself closer to him, feeling a bit warm with my clothes on, but I don't like to move around too much. To tired to do so. Even if it's not very comfortable, I've a very comfortable pillow at the moment. I can undress later, it’s not as though I’m going to get some real sleep this night
( ... )
I continue to keep my arms wrapped tightly round him. Almost like I was protecting him or something of that sort. Yea, protecting him from Angel. Wouldn't that be something. Though that's what I feel like right now. Angel better actually be sorry bout this or else he'll have more coming to him then just a simple talk and a few punches
( ... )
There are dreams. They aren't new, at least not anymore. They've been the same since that night on the roof. The night I shot my father. When I close my eyes, it happens again, over and over. No matter what I try, no matter what I change, the outcome is the same. I end up shooting him. Killing him. I'm a murderer
( ... )
Course, never is easy waking up. Must be especially hard when you've got pain like that. "You need to wake up so we can check on you. Remember that part love, every hour." I give him a look, though I realize he can't really see me at the current position we are in.
I notice the towel that once held the ice not really well, holding the ice anymore. Was all wet and getting on him. Not that he seemed to notice it much. Picking it up I place it on the end table. Might not have been the best idea, the table will end up wet. Doubt it'll do any damage. Can clean that up later. Wasn't really my first concern. My concern was Wesley at the moment.
"How are you feelin?" Not completely sure what I should be asking him. Wasn't use to this sort of thing. "Don't worry in a minute or so you can go back to that sleep you were just in."
I need to wake up? For a moment I wonder why I need to wake up. And why my face hurts as though it's met the short end of a stick. Or a brick wall. Oh, right. Angel's fist. He and Spike had been fighting and my idiot self had tried to get in the middle of that. God, I should really *never* do that again.
Shivering when he moves the ice away from the bed, I glance down at my soaked shirt. I'd better get rid of that or I'll really be chilled to the bone. "I'm feeling," I stared, using him for leverage as I push myself up. "As though a truck drove over me and then backed up again." Or close to that.
Glancing down at my shirt, I start to fumble with the buttons. But they suddenly seem so very tiny and my fingers for some reason seem to be to thick to get them undone. Making an annoyed sound in the back of my throat, I glance over at Spike helplessly. "Would you mind?" I ask, "I'd rather not snuggle back up to you in a wet shirt." Giving him a shy smile as those words leave my mouth and duck my head.
"Seems bout right." I say to his response on how he's feelin'. Didn't really expect him to be feelin' the greatest right now. Guess that's what happens when Captin' forehead decides it's nice to go round throwing punches.
I watch as he starts to play round with his buttons on his shirt. Don't really say anteing but watch. Then he asked me to help him out. Was waitin' for him to ask that. "Of course." I say as I move my hand over to his shirt and begin to unbutton it. Finally gettin' all them undone I slide his shirt off him. "Did you want a blanket or anything" I say with a concern voice as I finally realize I might as well take off my leather duster. Not like I was going anywhere anytime soon.
Sittin' up a bit I slide the thing off me and let it hit the ground. Normally I'd be a bit more concern bout the thing and set it someplace nice but didn't really care at the moment. "Anything you need, just let me know."
"Thank you," I mutter as he slides the shirt off my shoulders. The concern in his voice surprises me for a moment. But then I smile and glance at my bed. "I'll slide under here. I'll just take my jeans off. It'll be a little more comfortable
( ... )
I just smile when he says thank you. Didn't really need him to be saying that but so long as he was might as well make some note of it. "Your more then welcome love." I say with a grin.
I watch as he gets his pants off and slides under the covers. He was right I should get more comfortable. Not that being completely dressed for the most part wasn't comforable for me. Done it many nights like this but might as well get more comfortable right along with him.
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything."
He looked to be thinking over that but I could tell he wasn't really. He had something in mind already.
"How about you getting comfortable here with me? U-unless you had...uh...other plans."Just as I figured. "Sorry love, I do have other plans. You know going to be leaving in just a second." I say in a serious tone and get a look from him. "Course I don't. I'm all yours right now and not going anywhere
( ... )
I pause for a moment when he repeats his 'anything', only to blurt out what I'd like not long after. I don't know what it is about this man...pire, but for some reason I feel very comfortable around him. Which is rather odd. Even odder if one considers that after all that time, it's just been in the past few hours we've gotten to know each other better. *Much* better
( ... )
Once I made myself comfortable again he curled up against me. Liked having him in my arms, gave me a sort of comfort that I don't get much. And even now like this, with his face being swollen and all he still looked as handsome as ever. He truly was more amazing to me each and every minute.
"Your the one to thank. Thank you for giving me this night and lookin' past who I am" I place a soft kiss on his forehead. Really shouldn't start getting all sappy like that last thing seemed to be but couldn't help it. Just hope this will last longer then just a few nights, whatever this may be.
"Now go back to sleep." I lightly trace over his face with my fingers. I'm sure not to touch too hard on the parts that are swollen. "I'll get you back up in another hour, but for now just rest. You need all the rest you can get."
Just as I’m settled in nicely, he has to go and say a think like that. I turned my head a little and lift if from where it was from his cool chest. His skin felt nice, cool, but very nice. It was so different from the warm or hot skin I was used to feeling. Though, when *had* been the last time I felt any skin that wasn’t my own? A year? Longer? Lilah, I think it was
( ... )
The thing he whispered in my ear, it meant much more to me then he'd ever know. Him being able to look past what people think and see the real me, don't think anyone was able to do that. Sides mother of course. But no one else ever saw the real, true me. Even times when I tired to show it to people didn't work out much
( ... )
Sleep wasn’t very restful. There was this throbbing pain behind my eyes that kept wishing me to poke my eyes out just to get it over and done with. I was to tired to do so though, or even to tired to open my eyes. Jolts of pain kept shooting through my head like electricity and half my face felt as though it was on fire. I wish I could put it on Spike’s cool skin, but just laying on it hurt. Angel is going to be hearing of this. God, I never knew he could pack such a punch. But considering he thought he’d be aiming for Spike
( ... )
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
I notice the towel that once held the ice not really well, holding the ice anymore. Was all wet and getting on him. Not that he seemed to notice it much. Picking it up I place it on the end table. Might not have been the best idea, the table will end up wet. Doubt it'll do any damage. Can clean that up later. Wasn't really my first concern. My concern was Wesley at the moment.
"How are you feelin?" Not completely sure what I should be asking him. Wasn't use to this sort of thing. "Don't worry in a minute or so you can go back to that sleep you were just in."
Reply
Shivering when he moves the ice away from the bed, I glance down at my soaked shirt. I'd better get rid of that or I'll really be chilled to the bone. "I'm feeling," I stared, using him for leverage as I push myself up. "As though a truck drove over me and then backed up again." Or close to that.
Glancing down at my shirt, I start to fumble with the buttons. But they suddenly seem so very tiny and my fingers for some reason seem to be to thick to get them undone. Making an annoyed sound in the back of my throat, I glance over at Spike helplessly. "Would you mind?" I ask, "I'd rather not snuggle back up to you in a wet shirt." Giving him a shy smile as those words leave my mouth and duck my head.
Reply
I watch as he starts to play round with his buttons on his shirt. Don't really say anteing but watch. Then he asked me to help him out. Was waitin' for him to ask that. "Of course." I say as I move my hand over to his shirt and begin to unbutton it. Finally gettin' all them undone I slide his shirt off him. "Did you want a blanket or anything" I say with a concern voice as I finally realize I might as well take off my leather duster. Not like I was going anywhere anytime soon.
Sittin' up a bit I slide the thing off me and let it hit the ground. Normally I'd be a bit more concern bout the thing and set it someplace nice but didn't really care at the moment. "Anything you need, just let me know."
Reply
Reply
I watch as he gets his pants off and slides under the covers. He was right I should get more comfortable. Not that being completely dressed for the most part wasn't comforable for me. Done it many nights like this but might as well get more comfortable right along with him.
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything."
He looked to be thinking over that but I could tell he wasn't really. He had something in mind already.
"How about you getting comfortable here with me? U-unless you had...uh...other plans."Just as I figured. "Sorry love, I do have other plans. You know going to be leaving in just a second." I say in a serious tone and get a look from him. "Course I don't. I'm all yours right now and not going anywhere ( ... )
Reply
Reply
"Your the one to thank. Thank you for giving me this night and lookin' past who I am" I place a soft kiss on his forehead. Really shouldn't start getting all sappy like that last thing seemed to be but couldn't help it. Just hope this will last longer then just a few nights, whatever this may be.
"Now go back to sleep." I lightly trace over his face with my fingers. I'm sure not to touch too hard on the parts that are swollen. "I'll get you back up in another hour, but for now just rest. You need all the rest you can get."
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment