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.
His hair feels so soft and silky as it slips through my fingers. He never did slick it back with that godawful...whatever it is he uses. For a brief moment I wonder if he uses the same as Angel, but quickly disregard that thought. I doubt either one would be terribly amused by that.
"Okay," I smile at him again, this time a bit stronger. Amazing how much I seem to smile when he's around. Come to think of it, he's always been able to make me somewhat smile. Even though I had to hide it behind my hand or look away as he was making fun of Angle.
My smile widens as he says I'll never have to worry about him leaving. It's a nice lie, because in the end, everyone leaves me. "Don't come back to the hotel again. Ever." Confused I frown and shake my head, trying to clear the image, or get it clearer. But once again it's come and gone so fast.
Defeated, since I've no idea what that constantly is, I lay back down and make myself comfortable in Spike's arms. Mumbling something under my breath I don't even know what it is, I let my eyes flutter closed again. It really doesn't take much time for the exhaustion to overcome me and I slip back into a deeper sleep.
He looked so lovely sleeping the way he did. Made me not want to wake him up ever. But I knew that soon I'd have to. It was already almost an hour. I hated this every hour thing but it had to be done to make sure he was ok. That's all that mattered anyways, making sure he was ok.
I continued to lay there just looking round his room. Had a lot of time to think each time he went to bed. Had to make sure I didn’t fall asleep myself and not that there was much for me to do while just laying here. I wasn’t going to let him lay here by himself. Sure, I could’ve gotten up and done stuff around his apartment and what not but I wasn’t leaving his side. Told him I wasn’t going to and I wasn’t.
Guess I started to think bout everything as I laid here. Everything that had ever happened to me. From the time of mother and reading her my poems to when Cecily downed me and turned me away. And then there she was, my black goddess Drusilla. Only let her do to me what she did because I thought it’d make me a better man. Someone people would actually respect and not laugh at. I sure did show everyone that ever treated me like shit. But then I also hear their voices every day since I got this soul. Every night they haunt my every dream. Maybe that’s why I don’t mind not sleeping. But now there was something good in my life. Something that would make all that seem worth it because if it wasn’t for all that happened to me I wouldn’t be here right now with him in my arms.
Softly I whisper in his ear “Have to wake up again.” I run my fingers though his hair “Come on love.”
"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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"Okay," I smile at him again, this time a bit stronger. Amazing how much I seem to smile when he's around. Come to think of it, he's always been able to make me somewhat smile. Even though I had to hide it behind my hand or look away as he was making fun of Angle.
My smile widens as he says I'll never have to worry about him leaving. It's a nice lie, because in the end, everyone leaves me. "Don't come back to the hotel again. Ever." Confused I frown and shake my head, trying to clear the image, or get it clearer. But once again it's come and gone so fast.
Defeated, since I've no idea what that constantly is, I lay back down and make myself comfortable in Spike's arms. Mumbling something under my breath I don't even know what it is, I let my eyes flutter closed again. It really doesn't take much time for the exhaustion to overcome me and I slip back into a deeper sleep.
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I continued to lay there just looking round his room. Had a lot of time to think each time he went to bed. Had to make sure I didn’t fall asleep myself and not that there was much for me to do while just laying here. I wasn’t going to let him lay here by himself. Sure, I could’ve gotten up and done stuff around his apartment and what not but I wasn’t leaving his side. Told him I wasn’t going to and I wasn’t.
Guess I started to think bout everything as I laid here. Everything that had ever happened to me. From the time of mother and reading her my poems to when Cecily downed me and turned me away. And then there she was, my black goddess Drusilla. Only let her do to me what she did because I thought it’d make me a better man. Someone people would actually respect and not laugh at. I sure did show everyone that ever treated me like shit. But then I also hear their voices every day since I got this soul. Every night they haunt my every dream. Maybe that’s why I don’t mind not sleeping. But now there was something good in my life. Something that would make all that seem worth it because if it wasn’t for all that happened to me I wouldn’t be here right now with him in my arms.
Softly I whisper in his ear “Have to wake up again.” I run my fingers though his hair “Come on love.”
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