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.
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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