The Return of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Buffy Summers woke up feeling more content and well-rested than she had in... a very long time. Being with Spike had helped her sleeping issues immensely, but still, with everything the hotel had thrown at her lately, it had been hard to get any real rest. Apparently she just hadn't been involved in the right sort of pre-bedtime activities.
And wouldn't Spike love to hear that?
Smiling softly to herself, she reached out in the bed for him, grumbling in frustration when he wasn't there. She turned, trying the other side, a little too sleepy and comfortable to really make an effort of getting up to look for him. But, nope, still not there. She groaned, loudly, and slowly sat her, feeling the way her hair nearly stood on end in its rumpled state. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to be all that concerned about it, considering how it'd gotten that way.
A glance at the window told her it was still dark and, with her luck, probably still raining. She'd likely only been asleep for a few hours... Maybe Spike had wandered off to find some food. (Her fears of him being snatched away by the hotel again were long gone.) Probably something breakfasty. Knowing him, it'd be something completely appropriate for getting her to agree to a second round.
Not that she'd mind, of course. Nope, not in the slightest.
Turning on the lamp beside the bed, she frowned at the lack of table in the room. It had been there when they'd gone to sleep... The hotel must have whisked it away, along with their special fortune cookie dessert. And she'd stuffed a special message in his, too... Oh well, she could try punching a waiter for it later.
Stretching, she slowly made her way into the bathroom, grabbing a comb and running it through her mess of hair until it at least all laid down properly. She didn't actually look in the mirror, though; that would just make her want to style her hair and fix up her makeup so she didn't have that middle-of-the-night look.
There was a robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, a rich green color and... She reached out, touched it, and yep, that was silk. Realizing she wasn't entirely comfortable with lounging around the room naked, Buffy slipped into the robe, sighing at the feel of the silk on her skin and wondering what Spike would think of it.
Stepping back into the main room, Buffy sighed and took a look around the room. Of all the hotels to get trapped in, she just had to pick the one without a TV. Figured.