I can't help but smile when he starts to come to it. Every time I see him looking at me and every time I hear his voice something happens to me. "I know your tired" I run my fingers though his hair. Can't see to keep my hands off of him one way or another.
"That's a good thing to hear love. Glad I'm a sight for you." I say in a soft voice.
"How are you right now? Sides sore and tired and all of that? I Hope your at least doing a bit better." I really couldn't wait for him to get better. And boy would Angel really be hearing some from me. If he ever trys something like this again it will be the last thing he ever does and I'm serious bout that one to.
"If you want you can go back to sleep now. Guess I just need to wake you for a minute or so just to make sure you know. But well you seem fine besides the well you know. So go back to sleep now."
I really did hate doing this to him. Seemed like each time it got harder for him to wake up. That each time he was getting more into his sleep and well he really did need his sleep to heal up. I can't picture him being nothing but tired in the morning when he actually does get up.
A smile slips out when he tells me he’s glad to be a sight for me. And sore eye not withstanding, he most certainly is a sight to behold. My god, could I sound any more besotted? What the hell happened here? And when did it happen? The had to be something before our impromptu shag at the firm. There had to be something there already. Yes, I thought he was attractive, that’s hard to miss. You’d have to be blind not to see that. And yes, I thought he was rather amusing and quick witted. And the fact that he went to get his soul willingly, did make quite an impression.
My rambling thoughts stop with a screeching halt when his fingers slip into my hair. Oh yes, definitely developing a fetish here when it comes to his fingers in my hair. Or him kissing me, forehead, lips, I don’t really care. A small of content escapes as I just snuggle up to him and look up with half lidded eyes. He truly is a beautiful creature.
“I don’t have the urge to run to the bathroom and throw up,” I mumble, warm breath tickling cool skin. “So aside from sore, having a reducing headache thank you Advil and very tired, I’m doing fine.” My hand moves from his chest to his shoulder and back again in a slow caress, I can’t not touch this man…pire. He feels so right here, close to me. As though I’ve been… sounding like a complete sap here again.
“Sleep would be wonderful.” Nodding at that, I push myself a bit closer to him, surprised he’s not left me yet. He must be utterly bored by now. Does he even sleep? “You should sleep too,” I say nearly sleep drunk. “Unless I didn’t wear you out as much as I thought.” That smile slips out again and I tilt my head a bit to grin at him.
I smile as he snuggles up to me and tell me that he doesn't have the urge to run to the bathroom again. "Guess that'd be a good thing then." Feels nice as his hand move's about my chest and shoulder. Can't help the feeling I get when I feel his touch.
"Suppose I should sleep too. Just don't want to sleep too much since you have to be woken up bout every hour. Sides I got a bit a sleep already."
Can't help but smirk with his last comment. "Trust me love you wore me out. More then I thought could be done." I place a kiss on his forehead. And there I went again getting that feeling with him. Whatever the hell that feeling was. All I could do was think bout him. Could this even be real? Maybe I'd wake up and this would be a dream, nothing ever this good happens to me. "Almost feels like a dream." I mumble out. "You here in my arms, can't be real."
He tells me he should sleep too, but he needs to wake me up every hour. And even though my head is aching and my face is throbbing, I’m not feeling dizzy or sick or seeing double things. The fact that my vision is blurry is due to the fact that I can’t wear my glasses at the moment. Or for a few days even, now that I think about it.
“I don’t think you need to wake me up every hour anymore,” I murmur into his shoulder. Nice cool skin under the heated skin of my bruised face. Quite lovely, I could get used to this, but I’d rather not get ahead of myself. Spike may just be feeling guilty because Angel was supposed to hit him and not me. Or maybe he feels sorry for himself. Oh, that thought makes me quite sad. Both of them actually. I want him to be here in bed with me, because of *me*.
Of course then he kisses my forehead again and al thoughts fly out the window while my eyes flutter closed. His words make me smile. A dream. God, I hope not. If it is, I don’t ever want to wake up. My eyes open and I tilt my head to look at him, smile still in place even though it’s a tired one. “If this is a dream, I don’t want you to wake me up,” I whisper, leaning up to press my lips against his.
"Sure bout that one love?" I say in response to when he tells me that he doesn't think I need to wake him up every hour. Don't know what it was but the more and more I was with him the more I started to care bout him. Was worried and didn't want anything to happen. "Just want to make sure nothing bad happens to you." Although I'd be a bit glad if I didn't have to continue to wake him up every hour. Would be nice to just fall asleep with him in my arms and just be able to sleep for a few hours. Felt so at peace with him like this.
He says something that makes my heart if I had one skip a beat. Therefore that didn't actaully happen but you get the point. And then his warm lips pressed agaisnt my cool ones, make me feel like I'm in heaven. "If this was a dream I wouldn't want either of us to wake up. Too wonderful right now." That was it...he was actaully make me some sort of happy. Me happy..can you believe it. I can't even believe it myself but I was happy. I was never really happy, sure here and there I was somewhat happy but I was actaully happy right now. Not really something that goes with the whole vampire creature of the night thing. Then again being a vampire with a soul didn't really go along with that either now did it.
"I'm pretty sure this isn't a dream and when we wake up later we'll both still be here." That was a pleasent thought, knowing that I'd wake up with him in my arms.
Giving him a tired smile, I reveled in the warmth that spread from my toes to my belly to my chest. He didn’t want anything bad to happen to me. God how sentimental that sounded, so utterly sappy. But I didn’t really care, not right now. It sounded terribly sweet at the moment. His touch, his words, his voice, god, everything about him. How in the hell did I not notice this before?
‘I’m sure,” I told him softly. “I’ve had concussions before. And since you’ve woken me up at least twice now and I’ve been more or less coherent on both counts, it should be fine. Besides, you look pretty knackered yourself, love.”
I snuggled closer to him, sliding my leg over his and pulling him closer. My smile grew when he mentioned that if this was a dream, he’d rather not wake up either. Of course then he went to convince me that it wasn’t a dream. And bloody hell, that was just to good to be true. I never did get anything like this. I didn’t get nice, I didn’t get to be loved, I never got the girl. Or the guy in this case. Vampire? No matter.
“Well, if that’s the case,” I murmured, rubbing the not swollen side of my face against his bare shoulder. I felt as though I should start to purr right away. “Then I guess it’s fine to sleep for a longer period now. We could both use the sleep.” Dear god let him still be here when I wake up in the morning. I’m going to kill someone if this turns out to be a bloody dream.
Ok, he was sure of it. And of course he's had concussions before, should've thought bout that one. I mean look at his line of work, no way that he couldn't.
Could feel his body push up closer against mine. I wanted that, wanted that more then anything. Didn't matter how close we were already I wanted him to be closer. Just need to feel the warmth of his skin against mine. Wanted to feel every inch of him upon me. I felt a sort of comfort with him here like this. Even a safe feeling, not that I really needed to be kept safe since you know whole vampire thing and usually suppose to be the big bad guy myself. But with him I felt that maybe I didn't need to worry bout anything right now.
"Could both use the sleep" I agree with him and place another soft kiss on his forehead. Couldn't stop doing that either.
I Attempt to wrap my arms around him even tighter then I had them, which didn't work too well. "Night" I murmur as I start to drift off closing my eyes. I could even feel his heart beat against my body in a few different spots. Could get use to something like that, nice way to put a vampire to sleep.
“Yes we could,” I sighed happily when he planted another kiss on my forehead. I could easily become addicted to that quite fast. Or his touch, or the feel of his body so close by, his skin against mine, his touch, me touching him. Oh yes, that was quite a danger, becoming addicted to Spike. Oddly enough, I don’t seem to care.
His arms warp around me and even tighter then before. I feel oddly save and cherished, no matter how sappy that sounds. Who’d have though that William the Bloody, part of the former Scourge of Europe is a cuddler. A snuggler. It makes me wonder about Drusilla, but I quickly push those thoughts aside. Not the time to think about that now. Or ever, I realize, as a stab of jealousy goes through me.
I slide closer to him, turning onto my stomach in his arms. My head comes to rest on his chest, while my legs tangle with his. Reaching down, I pull up the covers and tuck us both in. My bruised cheek is resting lightly on his cool skin and I let out a happy sigh. “Sleep well, love,” say, my eyes already closing. It’s not long after that I find myself deep asleep, floating away on a sea of relaxation.
"That's a good thing to hear love. Glad I'm a sight for you." I say in a soft voice.
"How are you right now? Sides sore and tired and all of that? I Hope your at least doing a bit better." I really couldn't wait for him to get better. And boy would Angel really be hearing some from me. If he ever trys something like this again it will be the last thing he ever does and I'm serious bout that one to.
"If you want you can go back to sleep now. Guess I just need to wake you for a minute or so just to make sure you know. But well you seem fine besides the well you know. So go back to sleep now."
I really did hate doing this to him. Seemed like each time it got harder for him to wake up. That each time he was getting more into his sleep and well he really did need his sleep to heal up. I can't picture him being nothing but tired in the morning when he actually does get up.
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My rambling thoughts stop with a screeching halt when his fingers slip into my hair. Oh yes, definitely developing a fetish here when it comes to his fingers in my hair. Or him kissing me, forehead, lips, I don’t really care. A small of content escapes as I just snuggle up to him and look up with half lidded eyes. He truly is a beautiful creature.
“I don’t have the urge to run to the bathroom and throw up,” I mumble, warm breath tickling cool skin. “So aside from sore, having a reducing headache thank you Advil and very tired, I’m doing fine.” My hand moves from his chest to his shoulder and back again in a slow caress, I can’t not touch this man…pire. He feels so right here, close to me. As though I’ve been… sounding like a complete sap here again.
“Sleep would be wonderful.” Nodding at that, I push myself a bit closer to him, surprised he’s not left me yet. He must be utterly bored by now. Does he even sleep? “You should sleep too,” I say nearly sleep drunk. “Unless I didn’t wear you out as much as I thought.” That smile slips out again and I tilt my head a bit to grin at him.
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"Suppose I should sleep too. Just don't want to sleep too much since you have to be woken up bout every hour. Sides I got a bit a sleep already."
Can't help but smirk with his last comment. "Trust me love you wore me out. More then I thought could be done." I place a kiss on his forehead. And there I went again getting that feeling with him. Whatever the hell that feeling was. All I could do was think bout him. Could this even be real? Maybe I'd wake up and this would be a dream, nothing ever this good happens to me. "Almost feels like a dream." I mumble out. "You here in my arms, can't be real."
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“I don’t think you need to wake me up every hour anymore,” I murmur into his shoulder. Nice cool skin under the heated skin of my bruised face. Quite lovely, I could get used to this, but I’d rather not get ahead of myself. Spike may just be feeling guilty because Angel was supposed to hit him and not me. Or maybe he feels sorry for himself. Oh, that thought makes me quite sad. Both of them actually. I want him to be here in bed with me, because of *me*.
Of course then he kisses my forehead again and al thoughts fly out the window while my eyes flutter closed. His words make me smile. A dream. God, I hope not. If it is, I don’t ever want to wake up. My eyes open and I tilt my head to look at him, smile still in place even though it’s a tired one. “If this is a dream, I don’t want you to wake me up,” I whisper, leaning up to press my lips against his.
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He says something that makes my heart if I had one skip a beat. Therefore that didn't actaully happen but you get the point. And then his warm lips pressed agaisnt my cool ones, make me feel like I'm in heaven. "If this was a dream I wouldn't want either of us to wake up. Too wonderful right now." That was it...he was actaully make me some sort of happy. Me happy..can you believe it. I can't even believe it myself but I was happy. I was never really happy, sure here and there I was somewhat happy but I was actaully happy right now. Not really something that goes with the whole vampire creature of the night thing. Then again being a vampire with a soul didn't really go along with that either now did it.
"I'm pretty sure this isn't a dream and when we wake up later we'll both still be here." That was a pleasent thought, knowing that I'd wake up with him in my arms.
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‘I’m sure,” I told him softly. “I’ve had concussions before. And since you’ve woken me up at least twice now and I’ve been more or less coherent on both counts, it should be fine. Besides, you look pretty knackered yourself, love.”
I snuggled closer to him, sliding my leg over his and pulling him closer. My smile grew when he mentioned that if this was a dream, he’d rather not wake up either. Of course then he went to convince me that it wasn’t a dream. And bloody hell, that was just to good to be true. I never did get anything like this. I didn’t get nice, I didn’t get to be loved, I never got the girl. Or the guy in this case. Vampire? No matter.
“Well, if that’s the case,” I murmured, rubbing the not swollen side of my face against his bare shoulder. I felt as though I should start to purr right away. “Then I guess it’s fine to sleep for a longer period now. We could both use the sleep.” Dear god let him still be here when I wake up in the morning. I’m going to kill someone if this turns out to be a bloody dream.
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Could feel his body push up closer against mine. I wanted that, wanted that more then anything. Didn't matter how close we were already I wanted him to be closer. Just need to feel the warmth of his skin against mine. Wanted to feel every inch of him upon me. I felt a sort of comfort with him here like this. Even a safe feeling, not that I really needed to be kept safe since you know whole vampire thing and usually suppose to be the big bad guy myself. But with him I felt that maybe I didn't need to worry bout anything right now.
"Could both use the sleep" I agree with him and place another soft kiss on his forehead. Couldn't stop doing that either.
I Attempt to wrap my arms around him even tighter then I had them, which didn't work too well. "Night" I murmur as I start to drift off closing my eyes. I could even feel his heart beat against my body in a few different spots. Could get use to something like that, nice way to put a vampire to sleep.
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Spike. Oddly enough, I don’t seem to care.
His arms warp around me and even tighter then before. I feel oddly save and cherished, no matter how sappy that sounds. Who’d have though that William the Bloody, part of the former Scourge of Europe is a cuddler. A snuggler. It makes me wonder about Drusilla, but I quickly push those thoughts aside. Not the time to think about that now. Or ever, I realize, as a stab of jealousy goes through me.
I slide closer to him, turning onto my stomach in his arms. My head comes to rest on his chest, while my legs tangle with his. Reaching down, I pull up the covers and tuck us both in. My bruised cheek is resting lightly on his cool skin and I let out a happy sigh. “Sleep well, love,” say, my eyes already closing. It’s not long after that I find myself deep asleep, floating away on a sea of relaxation.
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