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.
Once he adjusts himself and seem to be fully comfortable I begin to run my fingers though his brown locks of hair. Not that there was much but still enough to leave room for my fingers to play with. "Don't need to say thank you love." I say in a soft soothing voice.
Before I know it he's asleep. Which was good, needed to get some sleep. Rest was good when healing. I glance over at the clock just to make sure I wake him in time. Laying my head back a bit against the head board I rest myself. Just start thinkin' bout stuff and how we end up here. Who would've known, picture tellin' us this the other day. Would've both thought this whole thing was crazy, yet here we were.
Time seemed to go by fast, especially when I was thinkin' bout stuff. Well, mainly thinkin' bout one person who just happened to be in my arms. The first hour of the night was up. "Wesley" I whisper in his voice. "Been an hour, have to check up on you." I place a kiss on his cheek hopin' that will wake him up.
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.
This night it's not any different. Though for some reason it seems as though I'm not all there. As though I'm just looking on, as though I'm the audience, not the partaker. Even it is I who's doing the killing in the end. But when I move around a little restless, there are strong arms around me and I feel a kiss on my cheek.
Blinking my eyes open, I wince at the small amount of light that is still in my room. Luckily, - or not so lucky - one eye is still swollen shut. The pack of ice, now rather soggy and wet seems to have moved down, water seeping into my shirt. I'm too tired to notice though, even if there's a shiver going through me.
"What?" I mumbled, my eyes fluttering closed again. Shifting a little, I make an annoyed sound at the back of my throat as the cold wet towel presses to close. That's very unlike Spike, who's pleasantly cool. And soft. And gentle. And so very sexy and... Right.
"Why do I need to wake up?" I wonder, prying my eyes open again to look at him. "Is it morning already?" God, I hope not. I don't want to go to work. I'm very comfortable where I am now. Was I even going into work? Why should I wake up when it's still dark?
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."
Fumbling with the button, and finally managing to get the damn thing loose, I unbuckle the belt and start to move my jeans off. Which for some reason seems to hurt my head. Oh how I've missed these concussions. Muttering under my breath, I lay down and struggle them off. Tossing them to the side, I rub a hand over my face and wince when it bumps against the bruise.
"That'll be quite a shiner in the morning," I sigh, glancing over at him. Sliding under the covers, I move over to him and pause as I look him up and down. "Do you want to get a little more comfortable?" Or maybe he doesn't want to stay here now? I mean, it's not as though I don't remind of his fight with Angel. Oh wait, anything I need?
"Anything?" I smile at him again, pretending to think that over. "How about you getting comfortable here with me? U-unless you had...uh...other plans." Well, no. Otherwise he'd not have agreed to come with me before Angel interrupted right?
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 swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit up. Bending over a bit I undo my boot buckles and untie the damn things then slide them off. Standing up I take off my shirt then continue with the pants and let them slide to the ground. Once I'm in nothing but my boxers I slip into bed next to him "Much better."
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.
When he tells me he has other plans, I just know my face falls just a little bit. Or as much as it is capable of doing while half swollen. I suppose it's a good thing he can only see one eye, since I'm almost positive I'm unable to keep the small flash of hurt out of them. "Oh..." I start to now, but then blink when everything moves on in a rush.
The next thing I know he's off the bed and stripping down. I let my eyes travel up and down his body appreciatively, the more is getting revealed. He really is quite gorgeous. I don't know how Angel could have walked away from that. Alright, there were different factors working there but still.
When he slips into bed, I smile at him and curl around his body. Putting my head on a cool chest, I try not to be to disconcerted about the fact that it's not rising and falling with every breath. Or the fact that there is no heartbeat. Still.... "This is nice. Thank you for being here, Spike," I say quietly, my hand tracing random patterns on his chest and stomach.
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.
“It’s easy to look past who people think you are and see the real you,” I whisper, leaning up with a groan to press a kiss to his lips. Oh god, I hope this headache goes away fast. It’s seriously taking away my time to enjoy this. Settling back down, my eyes flutter closed when his lips touch my forehead. It’s somehow soothing. “I should thank you,” I mutter sleeping, stifling a yawn. “For allowing me to see the real you, love.”
Shifting my let over his, I just let my eyes close and sleep take over. I nod dumbly at his words, and then remember not to do that. At least not tonight, as a sharp pain shoots through my head and makes my face throb. A small hiss presses through my teeth, and I press closer to Spike. Feeling quite safe in his arms, against his body.
“I’ll see you soon,” I mumble, already drifting off into a very tired sleep.
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.
Felt a bit of something inside of me once his lips touched my cool lips. Was starting to feel things I hadn't really felt before. Don't really know what this even was that I was feelin' cuase it couldn't be well you know.
"Really no need to thank me." I say in a soft voice "Should really be thanking you for letting me show you the real me." Which was true, most wouldn't even give me that chance and if they ever did see the real me they'd just look down on me more. Wouldn't accept who I really was. But him for some reason didn't run off, he stayed. Well, course right now he had to with the current situation but even before that happened he wasn't going to be runnin' off.
Started to drift off again. Wasn’t sure how good this whole on the hour thing was working but if I had to do it I would. Don’t need to sleep that much to begin with. Just allow myself a nice light rest.
From time to time I glance at the clock until I finally see that a little over an hour passed by. I shift my body a bit and place a kiss on his forehead “Time to wake up again love” I say as I run my fingers though his brown hair. “Nother hour went on by.”
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…
In the end I apparently did manage to sleep some, even if it felt like I’d only just closed my eyes when I heard Spike. His hand sliding through my hair felt like a breath of fresh hair. I almost yearned to feel those slender fingers massage the pain away. That wasn’t very likely to happen though, even if it helped Cordelia with those visions headaches from time to time.
“Hmmm?” I pried my eyes open with some difficulty and blinked up at him blearily. My, that certainly was a sight for sore eyes. My own cherub, my own succubus. Another sharp pain shot through my face and head, making me squeeze my eyes shot with a groan. “Where are we?” I muttered, trying to recall how where we were and how we got here. The bed felt familiar. Were we in my own bed? I…don’t really remember. Just Angel’s fist.
And Spike’s body, which I pressed myself a little closer to. He made me feel quite safe, because the not knowing scared me somewhat. Concusion, I told myself. The obvious symptoms for them. Bugger all.
“I was dreaming you were kissing me and we made love on the beach under the moonlight,” I smiled, even though my eyes were closed, wondering where in the hell *that* had come from. Great, now I was blushing like an idiot again.
He slowly opened his eyes a bit. Seemed like he had some trouble with that though, which I guess would happen in his case. Even now with his face looking not so great he still looked wonderful to me. And the way his eyes darted at me even for a short moment made me feel some worth right now.
"We are in your bed love."
Great, hopefully that didn't mean anything. That he was just tired and forgetting stuff cause of that. Didn't want anything bad to happen to him, couldn't let it. Already did let one thing happen to him. All my fault with Angel, should've been more careful. Should've just ended and walked away instead of continuing going back and forth with the sod.
He pressed his body closer to me then blurted out bout some dream he had. A dream of us kissing and making love on the beach. "Can't say I don't mind that dream" I say with a slight smile. Course his eyes are closed so he can't see me. Probably the best since I had that silly smile on my face. Guess I couldn't help it but smile with him.
But when I looked down to see his face I noticed he was bright red. Well, more red then before. Guess my smile wasn't so bad then. "How are you feeling?"
Oh. We’re in my bed. Oh! Of course we are. Spike had taken me home after the whole Angel ordeal. I’d rather not think of the whole Angel ordeal, and that wasn’t even because of the pain. We were going to have to go back into the office tomorrow. Or in a few days, I don’t really know, and deal with him. I’d rather think about what happened before the whole Angel ordeal. Admittedly, it was that which send Angel running in circles, but it really was none of his business.
“You don’t?” I asked, opening my eyes to look at him. And see a rather silly smile on his face. I guess he doesn’t. I must say, the image does hold a certain appeal. But just lying here with him is very good as well. My eyes closed slightly again when a stab of pain shot through my head and face, having me take a deep breath. Oh yes, how well I recall the joys of a concussion. Thank you so very much, Angel. “It does sound nice doesn’t it?” I whispered, sliding my hand over his bare chest. Such soft skin, cool to touch.
Opening my eyes again, I turned a bit so I could look at him better. “I’m fine,” I assured him, my fingers gingerly touching the bruise on my face. And quite a bruise it was, good lord. “I’m sore, but I’m fine. Will be fine at any rate.” Though, if me not being so fine would keep him here, in bed, with me, longer? Then I suppose I could act a little not so fine. Which wouldn’t’ be a complete lie at the moment. Far from it.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, reaching out to brush my hand over his face and then slide my fingers in those loose curls.
Seemed like he was a bit surprised when I told him that I don’t mind that dream. “Why would I mind love? It’d be spending time with you.” I said starting to smile a bit too much. What the bloody hell was wrong with me. This wasn’t like me at all, or actually it was like me. Just another time another place. Didn’t show this side that much, only to a few and I suppose he was one of those special few. Just hope he doesn’t think I’m just some silly love struck bugger after all this.
“That it does.” I flinch a bit when I feel his warm hand slider over my cold chest. Felt nice as it always did, put me on fire it did.
Course he was going to say he was fine. Just like something I’d do. Guess I liked that bout him, saw a bit of myself. More or so my old self but a bit of me was there. Don’t see how anyone could actually be fine after a hit like that, just glad Angel didn’t do any worse damage to him.
Can’t help but look deep into those blue eyes of his. So amazing, which I still can’t believe it’s me that he wants to be laying here with. Was in a bit of a trace by how amazing he was when I heard him ask something. Believe he was asking how I was feeling.
“Very good love, now that I’m here with you.” I place a soft kiss upon his forehead. “Haven’t felt better for a long time.” I say a bit softer more to myself then him.
Once he adjusts himself and seem to be fully comfortable I begin to run my fingers though his brown locks of hair. Not that there was much but still enough to leave room for my fingers to play with. "Don't need to say thank you love." I say in a soft soothing voice.
Before I know it he's asleep. Which was good, needed to get some sleep. Rest was good when healing. I glance over at the clock just to make sure I wake him in time. Laying my head back a bit against the head board I rest myself. Just start thinkin' bout stuff and how we end up here. Who would've known, picture tellin' us this the other day. Would've both thought this whole thing was crazy, yet here we were.
Time seemed to go by fast, especially when I was thinkin' bout stuff. Well, mainly thinkin' bout one person who just happened to be in my arms. The first hour of the night was up. "Wesley" I whisper in his voice. "Been an hour, have to check up on you." I place a kiss on his cheek hopin' that will wake him up.
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This night it's not any different. Though for some reason it seems as though I'm not all there. As though I'm just looking on, as though I'm the audience, not the partaker. Even it is I who's doing the killing in the end. But when I move around a little restless, there are strong arms around me and I feel a kiss on my cheek.
Blinking my eyes open, I wince at the small amount of light that is still in my room. Luckily, - or not so lucky - one eye is still swollen shut. The pack of ice, now rather soggy and wet seems to have moved down, water seeping into my shirt. I'm too tired to notice though, even if there's a shiver going through me.
"What?" I mumbled, my eyes fluttering closed again. Shifting a little, I make an annoyed sound at the back of my throat as the cold wet towel presses to close. That's very unlike Spike, who's pleasantly cool. And soft. And gentle. And so very sexy and... Right.
"Why do I need to wake up?" I wonder, prying my eyes open again to look at him. "Is it morning already?" God, I hope not. I don't want to go to work. I'm very comfortable where I am now. Was I even going into work? Why should I wake up when it's still dark?
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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."
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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.
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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."
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Fumbling with the button, and finally managing to get the damn thing loose, I unbuckle the belt and start to move my jeans off. Which for some reason seems to hurt my head. Oh how I've missed these concussions. Muttering under my breath, I lay down and struggle them off. Tossing them to the side, I rub a hand over my face and wince when it bumps against the bruise.
"That'll be quite a shiner in the morning," I sigh, glancing over at him. Sliding under the covers, I move over to him and pause as I look him up and down. "Do you want to get a little more comfortable?" Or maybe he doesn't want to stay here now? I mean, it's not as though I don't remind of his fight with Angel. Oh wait, anything I need?
"Anything?" I smile at him again, pretending to think that over. "How about you getting comfortable here with me? U-unless you had...uh...other plans." Well, no. Otherwise he'd not have agreed to come with me before Angel interrupted right?
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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 swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit up. Bending over a bit I undo my boot buckles and untie the damn things then slide them off. Standing up I take off my shirt then continue with the pants and let them slide to the ground. Once I'm in nothing but my boxers I slip into bed next to him "Much better."
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When he tells me he has other plans, I just know my face falls just a little bit. Or as much as it is capable of doing while half swollen. I suppose it's a good thing he can only see one eye, since I'm almost positive I'm unable to keep the small flash of hurt out of them. "Oh..." I start to now, but then blink when everything moves on in a rush.
The next thing I know he's off the bed and stripping down. I let my eyes travel up and down his body appreciatively, the more is getting revealed. He really is quite gorgeous. I don't know how Angel could have walked away from that. Alright, there were different factors working there but still.
When he slips into bed, I smile at him and curl around his body. Putting my head on a cool chest, I try not to be to disconcerted about the fact that it's not rising and falling with every breath. Or the fact that there is no heartbeat. Still.... "This is nice. Thank you for being here, Spike," I say quietly, my hand tracing random patterns on his chest and stomach.
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"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."
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“It’s easy to look past who people think you are and see the real you,” I whisper, leaning up with a groan to press a kiss to his lips. Oh god, I hope this headache goes away fast. It’s seriously taking away my time to enjoy this. Settling back down, my eyes flutter closed when his lips touch my forehead. It’s somehow soothing. “I should thank you,” I mutter sleeping, stifling a yawn. “For allowing me to see the real you, love.”
Shifting my let over his, I just let my eyes close and sleep take over. I nod dumbly at his words, and then remember not to do that. At least not tonight, as a sharp pain shoots through my head and makes my face throb. A small hiss presses through my teeth, and I press closer to Spike. Feeling quite safe in his arms, against his body.
“I’ll see you soon,” I mumble, already drifting off into a very tired sleep.
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Felt a bit of something inside of me once his lips touched my cool lips. Was starting to feel things I hadn't really felt before. Don't really know what this even was that I was feelin' cuase it couldn't be well you know.
"Really no need to thank me." I say in a soft voice "Should really be thanking you for letting me show you the real me." Which was true, most wouldn't even give me that chance and if they ever did see the real me they'd just look down on me more. Wouldn't accept who I really was. But him for some reason didn't run off, he stayed. Well, course right now he had to with the current situation but even before that happened he wasn't going to be runnin' off.
Started to drift off again. Wasn’t sure how good this whole on the hour thing was working but if I had to do it I would. Don’t need to sleep that much to begin with. Just allow myself a nice light rest.
From time to time I glance at the clock until I finally see that a little over an hour passed by. I shift my body a bit and place a kiss on his forehead “Time to wake up again love” I say as I run my fingers though his brown hair. “Nother hour went on by.”
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In the end I apparently did manage to sleep some, even if it felt like I’d only just closed my eyes when I heard Spike. His hand sliding through my hair felt like a breath of fresh hair. I almost yearned to feel those slender fingers massage the pain away. That wasn’t very likely to happen though, even if it helped Cordelia with those visions headaches from time to time.
“Hmmm?” I pried my eyes open with some difficulty and blinked up at him blearily. My, that certainly was a sight for sore eyes. My own cherub, my own succubus. Another sharp pain shot through my face and head, making me squeeze my eyes shot with a groan. “Where are we?” I muttered, trying to recall how where we were and how we got here. The bed felt familiar. Were we in my own bed? I…don’t really remember. Just Angel’s fist.
And Spike’s body, which I pressed myself a little closer to. He made me feel quite safe, because the not knowing scared me somewhat. Concusion, I told myself. The obvious symptoms for them. Bugger all.
“I was dreaming you were kissing me and we made love on the beach under the moonlight,” I smiled, even though my eyes were closed, wondering where in the hell *that* had come from. Great, now I was blushing like an idiot again.
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He slowly opened his eyes a bit. Seemed like he had some trouble with that though, which I guess would happen in his case. Even now with his face looking not so great he still looked wonderful to me. And the way his eyes darted at me even for a short moment made me feel some worth right now.
"We are in your bed love."
Great, hopefully that didn't mean anything. That he was just tired and forgetting stuff cause of that. Didn't want anything bad to happen to him, couldn't let it. Already did let one thing happen to him. All my fault with Angel, should've been more careful. Should've just ended and walked away instead of continuing going back and forth with the sod.
He pressed his body closer to me then blurted out bout some dream he had. A dream of us kissing and making love on the beach. "Can't say I don't mind that dream" I say with a slight smile. Course his eyes are closed so he can't see me. Probably the best since I had that silly smile on my face. Guess I couldn't help it but smile with him.
But when I looked down to see his face I noticed he was bright red. Well, more red then before. Guess my smile wasn't so bad then. "How are you feeling?"
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“You don’t?” I asked, opening my eyes to look at him. And see a rather silly smile on his face. I guess he doesn’t. I must say, the image does hold a certain appeal. But just lying here with him is very good as well. My eyes closed slightly again when a stab of pain shot through my head and face, having me take a deep breath. Oh yes, how well I recall the joys of a concussion. Thank you so very much, Angel. “It does sound nice doesn’t it?” I whispered, sliding my hand over his bare chest. Such soft skin, cool to touch.
Opening my eyes again, I turned a bit so I could look at him better. “I’m fine,” I assured him, my fingers gingerly touching the bruise on my face. And quite a bruise it was, good lord. “I’m sore, but I’m fine. Will be fine at any rate.” Though, if me not being so fine would keep him here, in bed, with me, longer? Then I suppose I could act a little not so fine. Which wouldn’t’ be a complete lie at the moment. Far from it.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, reaching out to brush my hand over his face and then slide my fingers in those loose curls.
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“That it does.” I flinch a bit when I feel his warm hand slider over my cold chest. Felt nice as it always did, put me on fire it did.
Course he was going to say he was fine. Just like something I’d do. Guess I liked that bout him, saw a bit of myself. More or so my old self but a bit of me was there. Don’t see how anyone could actually be fine after a hit like that, just glad Angel didn’t do any worse damage to him.
Can’t help but look deep into those blue eyes of his. So amazing, which I still can’t believe it’s me that he wants to be laying here with. Was in a bit of a trace by how amazing he was when I heard him ask something. Believe he was asking how I was feeling.
“Very good love, now that I’m here with you.” I place a soft kiss upon his forehead. “Haven’t felt better for a long time.” I say a bit softer more to myself then him.
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