A complete besotted idiot. That’s how I felt after he told me that he didn’t mind the dream because he’d got to spend time with me. Dear lord, how had this man escaped my attention all the time he was around? Why was it that only now I was who it was that was hiding behind the vampire? A sensitive, loving and funny man…pire. Though, I have to wonder if he’d like it would he know how I described him. Aside from that, he was absolutely gorgeous.
I could feel a very stupid smile slide on my face as I snuggled closer to him. He was warmer now, borrowing my heat. I didn’t mind one bit, I’d let him borrow a lot of things from me. Even my heat, perhaps even my blood if needed. I let out a happy sigh at the feeling of that cool skin against my own, my eyes fluttering closed when he kissed my forehead. Good, at least I wasn’t going to have to worry him. Because this headache is getting a bit much.
All I need to do is lay here, with him, his arms around me and not *move* and then it’ll be just as fine as I keep insisting I am. Shifting a bit, I turn my head, unable to look away from those lovely bleu eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with eyes that blue. I wonder if I’m squashing him, draped all over his chest the way I am. But then I realize that he’s a vampire, and doesn’t need to breath.
“You are?” I ask sleepily. I don’t recall ever being this tired. Though, if this tired means being to exhausted to get up and make a dash for the bathroom, I’d rather pick tired. “That’s good to hear,” I whisper at his soft words. One hand moves from under the covers and slides over his face. I look at him through half lidded eyes, tangling my hand in his air. “Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?” I ask, wondering just who the hell took over my mouth.
"I am" I could tell in his voice that he was gettin' tired out. Course he was and he should be tired. Needed his rest, don't they always say rest will help heal you faster? Not something that I have to pay attention to be of the undead and of that sort but have a few memories of getting sick or hurt when I was human. Remember the things mother used to tell me. She always did look after me, to think I tired to do the same but only messed that one up big time.
I thought he was going to fall back to sleep when I felt his hand in my hair. "Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?" I just looked at him a bit shocked for a moment before I said or did anything. Wasn't really expecting him to say anything like that, never really expect anyone to say anything like that.
"Matter of a fact, not that I can think of." Sure, I've heard things before on what a beautiful creature of a night I am or evilness, you know the usual big bad stuff but nothing like this coming from someone that means this much to me. Did he mean "this" much to me already?
"It's only because I'm in your beauty."
Why don't I just go ahead and write him a bloody poem while I'm at it. That's what it almost seems like I’m bout to do. Wouldn't want him to see that side of me now would we. Probably realize what a pathetic git I really am. Always was turned down with my poetry, expect for mother that was. Don't really get why either, I thought it was good.
He seems shocked when I tell him he’s beautiful. And for a moment I think I’ve made a mistake. I suppose it would be more fitting and masculine to call him ‘handsome’. But that word does not even come close to what he is and that’s.. beautiful. Those lips, that skin, that hair and those.. . God those eyes. Perhaps beautiful doesn’t come close either.
Then it is my turn to look shocked when he tells me that no one ever told him that. I can’t believe it. Just look at him? That’s all anyone needs to do. “They’ve not?” I asked, though it was more of a perplexed statement. My lips part to ask more questions and my tongue darts out to wet them. Before I get that far though he says something that makes my heart skip a beat.
He’s my beauty.
My god, is it possible to become besotted with someone this fast? The only thing I can do for quite a while is grin at him stupidly, carting my fingers through his hair. Then I lean up very slowly, trying to ignore my throbbing headache and brush my lips over his.
“I’d like that,” I murmur against them. I can’t seem to look away from his eyes, drowning me with just a look. It isn’t until a sharp pain shoot through my head that I blink and wince. Okay, sitting up is perhaps not such a good idea yet. But I like being close to him.
Seems like my words actually got to him. I hope it was in a good way and not in a what the bloody hell get away from me you crazy git. But he did have a grin so that had to be good didn't it. I can see him start to move a bit which I don't really want him to. He's in much pain but the feeling of his warm lips against mine made that seem worth it. Least I hope it was worth it to him, he's the one in pain here not me.
I just smile at him when he says he'd like that. It seems we can't stop looking in each others eyes. Either that or I just can't stop looking into his eyes. I bring my hand up to his face and run it along his forehead and cheek. His skin was soft but rough all at the same time. Which was how I liked it. He wasn't like anyone else I knew.
"Ok you ok love?" I said quickly as I noticed his facial expression change. Looked like he was in pain, which I already knew that one of course. "You need to just lay down and rest. This night will be over with soon enough and you'll start to feel a bit better."
Note to self, a bruised face can throb more then a bullet wound. Considering the fact that I actually had comparison material, that's saying something. I'm not sure what, but let's not linger on it for too long.
Spike's touch however was very nice, cool and so gentle. It made me wonder why he never showed this side of him to anyone. But then my brain finally caught up and realized that, of course he wouldn't. He has a reputation to uphold and it made me smile a bit wider to realize he *was* showing me this side of him.
"Just a bit nausea," I muttered as another wave hit me. I'm so damn tired, but I'm not sure if I can actually sleep. Must *really* thank Angel in the morning. With a sigh, I lowered myself back into my former position. Which was with my head on his chest and my arm around his waist. Since he'd not protested before, I doubt he actually minded. I'm sure I didn't.
"We can only hope," I sighed, "though I'm not sure I can rest very much. I truly hate concussions. At least I'm not alone this time." Tilting my head to the side, I brushed my hot cheek over his cool skin and glanced up at him through bleary eyes. He just called me love.
"I'm your love," I giggled, wondering if perhaps Angel had knocked *out* my brain. I just giggled, good lord. Am I his love? So soon? Do I care? Not at this moment.
He laid himself back down. I wrapped my arms a bit tighter around him. I didn't want to let go of him. Not now or ever. Maybe that was thinking a bit too much on my part. Who knows what the future could hold but as of now I knew I didn't want to ever let go of him.
"You never have to be alone again." I smile and place a soft kiss on his forehead "As long as I'm around I'll make sure of that" And that was the truth. I guess you could say once I fall for someone I fall for them hard. That is if I even fell for him yet.
I couldn't help but smile when he giggled. I've never seen him like this. Sure, maybe before I knew him he had times like this I don't know. Other then that recently he has been hardened up a lot. What with his father and all. But I suppose he used to be someone else.
"Yes, you are my love. Only if you want to, that is." I place another kiss on his forehead. I can't seem to stop doing that. I just want to place my lips all over him and taste him. But I know for now I must hold myself back.
"Oh I want," I muttered sleepily, exhaustion suddenly taking over. Or not so sudden perhaps. My eyes fluttered closed as he kissed my forehead and a soft smile played over my lips. This was quite nice. I'd never have to be alone again. I wish I could believe that, but in the end everyone leaves me.
"And you are my beautiful love," I giggled again, one which turned into a yawn. Look at me. I'm cuddling. Cuddling. With William 'Spike' the Bloody. If anyone would've told me that a few hours ago, I'd have laughed them out of my office. Of course if someone would tell me that Angel would knock me unconscious I'd have looked at them oddly as well.
When had been the last time I've actually snuggled up with anyone? Lilah wasn't one for it. Or Virginia for that matter, well not much. I've always thought she did it to humor me. Spike seemed to like it though, I know I very much enjoyed it. If only the demon world could see us now. There'd be nothing left of our reputation.
"I'm trying," I said when he told me to rest. A shiver went through me and I pulled the covers up a bit higher. Re-wrapping my arms around him again, I shifted a bit and glanced up at him. "This is nice, isn't it?" I asked, a bit of insecurity perhaps shining through.
Made me feel a sense of happiness inside when he said that I was his beautiful love. Guess I was feelin' that thing that humans like to say are butterflies in their stomach. "I am?" I cocked my head to the side and gave him a nice smile. "Believe it can't get any better then that."
I mean really. Look at him all giggling even though he must be in hell of a lot of pain then me acting this showing him a side that I don't show many. I'm almost starting to think this is a dream of some sort. But it can't be a dream, it was all actually real for once.
I could feel him shake a bit from being cold. He pulled up the covers a bit. I also grabbed the top of them and wrapped them around him nice and snug. Didn't want my boy to be cold now did I.
If Cordelia could see me now, she'd probably point and mention the number of the face I was currently making. 'Goofy face number two' or some such. I've always wondered where she got the time to number my facial expressions. But goofy smile, I had to admit, came pretty close when he admitted that this was nice.
"It is," I agreed softly, closing my eyes when a throb of pain went through my head. Christ, I hope Angel never finds out. I'll never hear the end of his apologies if he does. It'll be like that for weeks anyway. Perhaps Spike was right and I should stay home for a few days. It's not as though Angel wouldn’t have any idea as to why I'd stay home.
"Can't get better then this," I nodded, and then froze. Oh god. That was such a bad move. Very, very bad move. Right after the stab of pain, this time sharper then before, there was a wave of nausea again. I swallowed hard, trying to force it down. Wasn't helping though. This is nice, I said. Had to jinx us, didn't I?
"Oh god," I groaned, pushing myself away from him and off the bed. "I'm-I'm sorry...I have to..." Pressing my hand against my mouth, I started toward the loo. Did I take a bucket with me? I didn't remember so I stumbled my way over to the bathroom, stubbing my toes more then once and nearly falling flat on my face. Well, wasn't this a nice embarrassment, right in front of Spike?
I was bout to say something to his comment bout it not being able to get better then this but then all of a sudden he seemed to freeze up or something. Right away I started to worry. And he then moved away from me and got out of the bed. Started saying he was sorry. Almost thought for a second there that it was something to do with me. But then I could tell the way he was heading to the bathroom that he well had to you know.
Quickly I got up and ran behind him placing my armed around his back and placing his over my shoulders. He could barely walk. I was practically carrying him there and once we got into the bathroom I lightly placed him by the toilet.
"It's ok to be ok." I say in a claiming yet worried tone. "I'm here for you." I run my fingers though his hair “Just let it all out if you have to.” Stuff like this didn’t really gross me out at all. Hell I was a vampire and drink blood. Don’t know how much grosser it can get. Well, not that drinking blood was gross to me but you get the point.
There wasn't even time to act surprised as Spike suddenly showed up to help me to the bathroom. In the past there had never been anyone around for this part. Sure, Cordelia would check up on me, or Gunn. Angel might've phoned to make sure I was still alive. But I had as per usual been able to steer them away.
Couldn't do that with Spike right here, now could I? And being a vampire he could actually smell how well I wasn't. "I'm sorry," I muttered from behind my hand, the sound muffled by it. We stumbled our way to the bathroom, or rather I stumbled and Spike dragged me and held me upright. Once there he helped me to the bathroom where I fell to my knees.
Which was right on time if I do say so myself. I found myself hugging the well known porcelain god, emptying whatever had remained in my stomach and then some. Cheap whiskey, lover boy? I can get you better stuff. A flash of a sly smile, the smell of perfume and a shadow of a woman went before my eyes. But it was gone before I could take a hold of it.
Not that I had time, I was to busy vomiting my organs out.
"Oh bloody hell," I groaned, pressing my forehead against the cool porcelain of the loo. Automatically, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and didn't even realize that I was leaning against Spike. The hand running through my hair was more soothing then I'd like to admit.
"I hate this part," I grumbled. And wasn't that quite the opposite of our 'this being nice' part. I really did jinx us. "Sorry to spoil the mood." My voice sounded hoarse and gravely. I guess throwing up isn't very good for the throat as well as the stomach. "Could I bother you for a glass of water please?"
I stood by his side the whole time. Wasn't leaving him at all. "Don't worry bout it love. And no need to say sorry not your fault." I didn't like him feelin' bad bout this. It wasn't his fault at all and that was just life. You have to throw up you throw up. Not something you can control.
"Of course." I nod then hurry out of the room into the kitchen. I open up the cabinets till I find the one with cups and pull out a glass cup then run it over to the sink and fill it up with some water. I move as fast as I can back to him. Course I probably moved pretty fast being a vampire and all which was an advantage at this point.
"Here you go" I say as I bend down next to him. I hold out the glass to him and wait to see if he may need some help with it.
As much as this moment right here wasn’t the best I still enjoyed it. I enjoyed just being with him and taking care of him. Nothing seemed to matter, nothing in the outside world. Only him and what was going on with him. I’d be fine if I’d never have to see anyone but him again.
Don't worry about it? Its times like these that I'd love whack those vampires over the head. Of course he means well. And of course Angel meant well the few times he's said it. And of course they only say it because they've not really felt sick in a few centuries. But still, for the very sick feeling human, saying such things only grated.
At least he wasn't eewing like Cordelia does. Or making faces like Gunn or Angel, or even Fred. Christ, I feel bloody awful. I was well aware that this is the part where one is supposed to go to the hospital for a check up. But really, what could they do? Put me in a bed and tell me to rest. I can do that just fine here. And I'd have a very sexy, lovable vampire to share said bed with. Spike would even make sure I'd actually rest.
Leaning back against the loo, I close my eyes and let the coolness of the tiles against my skin sooth me a bit. It's not Spike, not by a long shot, but it'll have to do for now. Spike was back in a flash however and I blinked at him confused when he was at my side in an instant again.
"Thank you," I murmured, pushing myself away from the wall and reaching for the glass. My hand was shaking, I noticed. I wrinkled my nose at that, biting down on a sigh. Slowly sipping the cool water, I closed my eyes again and concentrated on settling my stomach. Years of experience taught me how to do that.
Once the glass was empty, I handed it back to Spike with a small smile. "Well, that was embarrassing," I said with a rough voice. God, now my throat hurt. A bit more then I actually recalled it doing so after one my late or early night sessions with the porcelain god. Odd.
"We'd best get back to bed." Not actually caring how that may have sounded, not after what we'd done, I used the loo to start hauling myself up and stagger back to bed. Which would, hopefully, be filled by a cool, soft vampire with soothing hands and skin. And voice. Hell, what's going on here? You'd almost think I was.... Falling in love with him.
I take the glass from him and set it by the sink. Might be best if I leave it in here, just in case he has to make another trip in here this time the glass will already be here.
I nod as he mentions bout getting back to bed. He needed all the rest he could get. I wrap my arms round his waist and help him stand but up. "If you want I could always carry you." I say with a slight smirk. Before he could even answer that I lift him up in my arms and gently carry him back into the other room.
Carefully I place him on the bed and slide in next to him placing the covers over us "Much better." I place a soft kiss on his forehead. Strange how we got to this point. Wonder what I would've thought earlier today when I first went by his office, if I knew it was going to end up like this. Not that I'm complaining one bit at all. I probably wouldn't have believed this one bit. But I'm glad it turned out the way it did.
Spike slides his arm around my waist and I use him to pull myself up. It's a bit of as struggle as the bathroom seems to spin around for a bit, but then the world tilts sideways and I blink confused. My feet aren't touching the floor?
It takes me a bit to realize that Spike is carrying me. In fact, it's not until he walks out the door that it dawns on me that he's doing so. "I can walk," I point out weakly, once again belying my words by pillowing my head on his shoulder. I don't know why I even try, must be that stubborn sense of pride. Bugger that.
Once we're in the bedroom, he puts he on the bed with such a gentleness, such a care that it makes me ache inside. It doesn't take us long to get situated again and he places another kiss on my forehead. My eyes flutter close and without really noticing it, I snuggle up to him again. Snuggling with a notorious vampire, who'd have though? Father would be so proud. Funny how I don't care.
"Yes, sir," I say, craning my neck to look up at him. Giving him a weak smile I reach out to slide my hand through his loose curls. "Will you be there when I wake up?" That question seems like a deja vu. Have I asked that before?
It seemed that I couldn't help but continue to stare down at him. I don't know what it was but each minute with him made me not want to ever leave his side. It made me feel good inside. I was getting this feeling that I well never really have gotten before. Can't totally count it with Dru because well that was different and I was a different man or well vampire back then.
Felt a nice sensation wash over my body as his hands messed their way though my hair. What was this man doing to me. Not that I didn't mind at all.
"Course I'll be here when you wake." How could he even ask that. Didn't he already know I'd do anything for him. Did I even know that? Till right this minute when I thought of that.
"Never have to worry bout me leaving." I say just to insure him. "Now sleep and I'll wake you up in another hour or so."
I wrap my arms tighter around him almost as if I was protecting him. Don’t think I can ever get over the feeling of how wonderful it truly was to have him in my arms like this.
I could feel a very stupid smile slide on my face as I snuggled closer to him. He was warmer now, borrowing my heat. I didn’t mind one bit, I’d let him borrow a lot of things from me. Even my heat, perhaps even my blood if needed. I let out a happy sigh at the feeling of that cool skin against my own, my eyes fluttering closed when he kissed my forehead. Good, at least I wasn’t going to have to worry him. Because this headache is getting a bit much.
All I need to do is lay here, with him, his arms around me and not *move* and then it’ll be just as fine as I keep insisting I am. Shifting a bit, I turn my head, unable to look away from those lovely bleu eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone with eyes that blue. I wonder if I’m squashing him, draped all over his chest the way I am. But then I realize that he’s a vampire, and doesn’t need to breath.
“You are?” I ask sleepily. I don’t recall ever being this tired. Though, if this tired means being to exhausted to get up and make a dash for the bathroom, I’d rather pick tired. “That’s good to hear,” I whisper at his soft words. One hand moves from under the covers and slides over his face. I look at him through half lidded eyes, tangling my hand in his air. “Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?” I ask, wondering just who the hell took over my mouth.
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I thought he was going to fall back to sleep when I felt his hand in my hair. "Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?" I just looked at him a bit shocked for a moment before I said or did anything. Wasn't really expecting him to say anything like that, never really expect anyone to say anything like that.
"Matter of a fact, not that I can think of." Sure, I've heard things before on what a beautiful creature of a night I am or evilness, you know the usual big bad stuff but nothing like this coming from someone that means this much to me. Did he mean "this" much to me already?
"It's only because I'm in your beauty."
Why don't I just go ahead and write him a bloody poem while I'm at it. That's what it almost seems like I’m bout to do. Wouldn't want him to see that side of me now would we. Probably realize what a pathetic git I really am. Always was turned down with my poetry, expect for mother that was. Don't really get why either, I thought it was good.
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Then it is my turn to look shocked when he tells me that no one ever told him that. I can’t believe it. Just look at him? That’s all anyone needs to do. “They’ve not?” I asked, though it was more of a perplexed statement. My lips part to ask more questions and my tongue darts out to wet them. Before I get that far though he says something that makes my heart skip a beat.
He’s my beauty.
My god, is it possible to become besotted with someone this fast? The only thing I can do for quite a while is grin at him stupidly, carting my fingers through his hair. Then I lean up very slowly, trying to ignore my throbbing headache and brush my lips over his.
“I’d like that,” I murmur against them. I can’t seem to look away from his eyes, drowning me with just a look. It isn’t until a sharp pain shoot through my head that I blink and wince. Okay, sitting up is perhaps not such a good idea yet. But I like being close to him.
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I just smile at him when he says he'd like that. It seems we can't stop looking in each others eyes. Either that or I just can't stop looking into his eyes. I bring my hand up to his face and run it along his forehead and cheek. His skin was soft but rough all at the same time. Which was how I liked it. He wasn't like anyone else I knew.
"Ok you ok love?" I said quickly as I noticed his facial expression change. Looked like he was in pain, which I already knew that one of course. "You need to just lay down and rest. This night will be over with soon enough and you'll start to feel a bit better."
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Spike's touch however was very nice, cool and so gentle. It made me wonder why he never showed this side of him to anyone. But then my brain finally caught up and realized that, of course he wouldn't. He has a reputation to uphold and it made me smile a bit wider to realize he *was* showing me this side of him.
"Just a bit nausea," I muttered as another wave hit me. I'm so damn tired, but I'm not sure if I can actually sleep. Must *really* thank Angel in the morning. With a sigh, I lowered myself back into my former position. Which was with my head on his chest and my arm around his waist. Since he'd not protested before, I doubt he actually minded. I'm sure I didn't.
"We can only hope," I sighed, "though I'm not sure I can rest very much. I truly hate concussions. At least I'm not alone this time." Tilting my head to the side, I brushed my hot cheek over his cool skin and glanced up at him through bleary eyes. He just called me love.
"I'm your love," I giggled, wondering if perhaps Angel had knocked *out* my brain. I just giggled, good lord. Am I his love? So soon? Do I care? Not at this moment.
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"You never have to be alone again." I smile and place a soft kiss on his forehead "As long as I'm around I'll make sure of that" And that was the truth. I guess you could say once I fall for someone I fall for them hard. That is if I even fell for him yet.
I couldn't help but smile when he giggled. I've never seen him like this. Sure, maybe before I knew him he had times like this I don't know. Other then that recently he has been hardened up a lot. What with his father and all. But I suppose he used to be someone else.
"Yes, you are my love. Only if you want to, that is." I place another kiss on his forehead. I can't seem to stop doing that. I just want to place my lips all over him and taste him. But I know for now I must hold myself back.
"Rest now."
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"And you are my beautiful love," I giggled again, one which turned into a yawn. Look at me. I'm cuddling. Cuddling. With William 'Spike' the Bloody. If anyone would've told me that a few hours ago, I'd have laughed them out of my office. Of course if someone would tell me that Angel would knock me unconscious I'd have looked at them oddly as well.
When had been the last time I've actually snuggled up with anyone? Lilah wasn't one for it. Or Virginia for that matter, well not much. I've always thought she did it to humor me. Spike seemed to like it though, I know I very much enjoyed it. If only the demon world could see us now. There'd be nothing left of our reputation.
"I'm trying," I said when he told me to rest. A shiver went through me and I pulled the covers up a bit higher. Re-wrapping my arms around him again, I shifted a bit and glanced up at him. "This is nice, isn't it?" I asked, a bit of insecurity perhaps shining through.
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I mean really. Look at him all giggling even though he must be in hell of a lot of pain then me acting this showing him a side that I don't show many. I'm almost starting to think this is a dream of some sort. But it can't be a dream, it was all actually real for once.
I could feel him shake a bit from being cold. He pulled up the covers a bit. I also grabbed the top of them and wrapped them around him nice and snug. Didn't want my boy to be cold now did I.
"It is nice. Very nice." I nodded my head.
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"It is," I agreed softly, closing my eyes when a throb of pain went through my head. Christ, I hope Angel never finds out. I'll never hear the end of his apologies if he does. It'll be like that for weeks anyway. Perhaps Spike was right and I should stay home for a few days. It's not as though Angel wouldn’t have any idea as to why I'd stay home.
"Can't get better then this," I nodded, and then froze. Oh god. That was such a bad move. Very, very bad move. Right after the stab of pain, this time sharper then before, there was a wave of nausea again. I swallowed hard, trying to force it down. Wasn't helping though. This is nice, I said. Had to jinx us, didn't I?
"Oh god," I groaned, pushing myself away from him and off the bed. "I'm-I'm sorry...I have to..." Pressing my hand against my mouth, I started toward the loo. Did I take a bucket with me? I didn't remember so I stumbled my way over to the bathroom, stubbing my toes more then once and nearly falling flat on my face. Well, wasn't this a nice embarrassment, right in front of Spike?
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Quickly I got up and ran behind him placing my armed around his back and placing his over my shoulders. He could barely walk. I was practically carrying him there and once we got into the bathroom I lightly placed him by the toilet.
"It's ok to be ok." I say in a claiming yet worried tone. "I'm here for you." I run my fingers though his hair “Just let it all out if you have to.” Stuff like this didn’t really gross me out at all. Hell I was a vampire and drink blood. Don’t know how much grosser it can get. Well, not that drinking blood was gross to me but you get the point.
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Couldn't do that with Spike right here, now could I? And being a vampire he could actually smell how well I wasn't. "I'm sorry," I muttered from behind my hand, the sound muffled by it. We stumbled our way to the bathroom, or rather I stumbled and Spike dragged me and held me upright. Once there he helped me to the bathroom where I fell to my knees.
Which was right on time if I do say so myself. I found myself hugging the well known porcelain god, emptying whatever had remained in my stomach and then some. Cheap whiskey, lover boy? I can get you better stuff. A flash of a sly smile, the smell of perfume and a shadow of a woman went before my eyes. But it was gone before I could take a hold of it.
Not that I had time, I was to busy vomiting my organs out.
"Oh bloody hell," I groaned, pressing my forehead against the cool porcelain of the loo. Automatically, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and didn't even realize that I was leaning against Spike. The hand running through my hair was more soothing then I'd like to admit.
"I hate this part," I grumbled. And wasn't that quite the opposite of our 'this being nice' part. I really did jinx us. "Sorry to spoil the mood." My voice sounded hoarse and gravely. I guess throwing up isn't very good for the throat as well as the stomach. "Could I bother you for a glass of water please?"
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"Of course." I nod then hurry out of the room into the kitchen. I open up the cabinets till I find the one with cups and pull out a glass cup then run it over to the sink and fill it up with some water. I move as fast as I can back to him. Course I probably moved pretty fast being a vampire and all which was an advantage at this point.
"Here you go" I say as I bend down next to him. I hold out the glass to him and wait to see if he may need some help with it.
As much as this moment right here wasn’t the best I still enjoyed it. I enjoyed just being with him and taking care of him. Nothing seemed to matter, nothing in the outside world. Only him and what was going on with him. I’d be fine if I’d never have to see anyone but him again.
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At least he wasn't eewing like Cordelia does. Or making faces like Gunn or Angel, or even Fred. Christ, I feel bloody awful. I was well aware that this is the part where one is supposed to go to the hospital for a check up. But really, what could they do? Put me in a bed and tell me to rest. I can do that just fine here. And I'd have a very sexy, lovable vampire to share said bed with. Spike would even make sure I'd actually rest.
Leaning back against the loo, I close my eyes and let the coolness of the tiles against my skin sooth me a bit. It's not Spike, not by a long shot, but it'll have to do for now. Spike was back in a flash however and I blinked at him confused when he was at my side in an instant again.
"Thank you," I murmured, pushing myself away from the wall and reaching for the glass. My hand was shaking, I noticed. I wrinkled my nose at that, biting down on a sigh. Slowly sipping the cool water, I closed my eyes again and concentrated on settling my stomach. Years of experience taught me how to do that.
Once the glass was empty, I handed it back to Spike with a small smile. "Well, that was embarrassing," I said with a rough voice. God, now my throat hurt. A bit more then I actually recalled it doing so after one my late or early night sessions with the porcelain god. Odd.
"We'd best get back to bed." Not actually caring how that may have sounded, not after what we'd done, I used the loo to start hauling myself up and stagger back to bed. Which would, hopefully, be filled by a cool, soft vampire with soothing hands and skin. And voice. Hell, what's going on here? You'd almost think I was.... Falling in love with him.
My beautiful love.
Oh. Bugger.
Why is that thought making me grin like an idiot?
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I nod as he mentions bout getting back to bed. He needed all the rest he could get. I wrap my arms round his waist and help him stand but up. "If you want I could always carry you." I say with a slight smirk. Before he could even answer that I lift him up in my arms and gently carry him back into the other room.
Carefully I place him on the bed and slide in next to him placing the covers over us "Much better." I place a soft kiss on his forehead. Strange how we got to this point. Wonder what I would've thought earlier today when I first went by his office, if I knew it was going to end up like this. Not that I'm complaining one bit at all. I probably wouldn't have believed this one bit. But I'm glad it turned out the way it did.
"Now try and get some rest love."
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It takes me a bit to realize that Spike is carrying me. In fact, it's not until he walks out the door that it dawns on me that he's doing so. "I can walk," I point out weakly, once again belying my words by pillowing my head on his shoulder. I don't know why I even try, must be that stubborn sense of pride. Bugger that.
Once we're in the bedroom, he puts he on the bed with such a gentleness, such a care that it makes me ache inside. It doesn't take us long to get situated again and he places another kiss on my forehead. My eyes flutter close and without really noticing it, I snuggle up to him again. Snuggling with a notorious vampire, who'd have though? Father would be so proud. Funny how I don't care.
"Yes, sir," I say, craning my neck to look up at him. Giving him a weak smile I reach out to slide my hand through his loose curls. "Will you be there when I wake up?" That question seems like a deja vu. Have I asked that before?
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Felt a nice sensation wash over my body as his hands messed their way though my hair. What was this man doing to me. Not that I didn't mind at all.
"Course I'll be here when you wake." How could he even ask that. Didn't he already know I'd do anything for him. Did I even know that? Till right this minute when I thought of that.
"Never have to worry bout me leaving." I say just to insure him. "Now sleep and I'll wake you up in another hour or so."
I wrap my arms tighter around him almost as if I was protecting him. Don’t think I can ever get over the feeling of how wonderful it truly was to have him in my arms like this.
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