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So... here I go
So, trying to be more of a participant here. I think this one is a swing and a miss, but..
Let Me Take Care of You
“Spike, I have to go home.” Buffy shook her head and sighed. “I’m so tired of having this conversation. I can’t stay here. You know it and I know it.”
“Give me one good reason,” he growled. “The bit’s at her dodgy friend’s house, Red can do her moping and mojoing just fine without you. There’s no good reason why you need to leave before daylight.”
“Why should I stay? I’m exhausted. Even you have to be tired by now.” She glared at him and flopped back on the bed perfectly comfortable in her nudity.
“All the more reason to stay, love.” His voice had dropped to a soft rumble, and he stretched out beside her, touching her face with one tentative hand. “Just rest. Get some sleep. Let me take care of you for once.” There was just a trace of a plea in his voice.
“I won’t have time to eat breakfast before work if I stay,” she said, her eyes shutting in spite of herself. Spike pulled the blankets up and wrapped his arm around her.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered. “Just let me...” A soft snore was the only answer. He watched her sleep until the candle guttered out, then curled himself in behind her where he could feel her breathing and inhale her scent.
~~~~~~~~~
Buffy opened her eyes and blinked until she remembered where she was, gasped, sat up, and stared around. The underground room was filled with light from a dozen candles placed around the bed. Spike was standing just inside the entrance to the tunnels holding two large bags and looking at her with dismay.
“Thought you’d sleep longer,” he said, coming in and setting the bags down carefully. “Don’t suppose you’d be willing to pretend you were still asleep for another minute or two?”
“Don’t be silly.” Buffy started to get up, but he rushed to her side and gently pushed her back.
“No, wait. Please?” He pulled all the pillows up against the back of the bed and urged her to lean against them. “Give me just a few minutes, then you can scamper off if you want to. I swear.”
With a sigh of defeat, Buffy relaxed back against the pillows and watched with curiosity as Spike pulled a large tray from behind a bookcase. He set it on the dresser and began taking things from the bags. With his back to her, it was hard for Buffy to see what he was doing, so she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift somewhere that she wasn't in an underground bedroom and a vampire's bed.
“Here, love.” His voice brought her eyes snapping open to find him holding the tray, which now contained a small juice package, a large cup of still hot coffee, a plate of pancakes and a bowl of cereal. In one corner was a small plate holding several doughnuts. A neatly folded napkin and old, but real, utensils completed the picture. Somewhat tentatively, he placed the tray on her lap and stood back, his expression wavering between pleased and terrified.
Buffy was fairly sure her expression was pretty much the same. Her heart melted at the lovely gesture, and she was terrified to let him know how touched she was. She picked up the coffee and removed the lid, smiling at the scent coming from the still-steaming liquid. “How did you know what I like?” she asked, immediately wishing she hadn’t when he stared at her incredulously before turning away to hide the pain in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Spike.” It was a tossup which of them was more shocked – the vampire who whirled around to see if he’d heard correctly or the wide-eyed girl on the bed. With every ounce of courage she possessed, Buffy continued. “That was a stupid thing to say. I know the answer.”
She stuffed a piece of pancake in her mouth before she could say anything else that he might interpret to mean this was ever going to happen again. Without looking at him, she polished off all the pancakes, the cereal and one of the doughnuts. Still without meeting his eyes, she shoved the plate in his direction. “Doughnut?”
“Only if you don’t want any more.”
“I’m not going to eat any more,” she said, patting the sheet where it covered her stomach. “I think you’re trying to make me fat.”
He laughed and grabbed the jelly doughnut. “Just helping you keep your strength up, pet.” He wiggled his eyebrows and leered at her. “Tonight’s another night, yeah?”
She shook her head and set the tray aside, getting up to find her clothes neatly folded on the bottom of the bed. She raised an eyebrow at him, smiling when she didn’t find her underwear in the little pile. “You’re incorrigible,” she said as she got dressed. “And insatiable.”
He shrugged, his expression wary when she walked over to him, saying, “I think I like that in a man.” She kissed his cheek, whispered a “Thank you, Spike” and ran up the ladder and out into the sun, leaving him holding his cheek and staring after her.
Mods - I have to leave for work. Will fix tags when I get home. Sorry!
Let Me Take Care of You
“Spike, I have to go home.” Buffy shook her head and sighed. “I’m so tired of having this conversation. I can’t stay here. You know it and I know it.”
“Give me one good reason,” he growled. “The bit’s at her dodgy friend’s house, Red can do her moping and mojoing just fine without you. There’s no good reason why you need to leave before daylight.”
“Why should I stay? I’m exhausted. Even you have to be tired by now.” She glared at him and flopped back on the bed perfectly comfortable in her nudity.
“All the more reason to stay, love.” His voice had dropped to a soft rumble, and he stretched out beside her, touching her face with one tentative hand. “Just rest. Get some sleep. Let me take care of you for once.” There was just a trace of a plea in his voice.
“I won’t have time to eat breakfast before work if I stay,” she said, her eyes shutting in spite of herself. Spike pulled the blankets up and wrapped his arm around her.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered. “Just let me...” A soft snore was the only answer. He watched her sleep until the candle guttered out, then curled himself in behind her where he could feel her breathing and inhale her scent.
~~~~~~~~~
Buffy opened her eyes and blinked until she remembered where she was, gasped, sat up, and stared around. The underground room was filled with light from a dozen candles placed around the bed. Spike was standing just inside the entrance to the tunnels holding two large bags and looking at her with dismay.
“Thought you’d sleep longer,” he said, coming in and setting the bags down carefully. “Don’t suppose you’d be willing to pretend you were still asleep for another minute or two?”
“Don’t be silly.” Buffy started to get up, but he rushed to her side and gently pushed her back.
“No, wait. Please?” He pulled all the pillows up against the back of the bed and urged her to lean against them. “Give me just a few minutes, then you can scamper off if you want to. I swear.”
With a sigh of defeat, Buffy relaxed back against the pillows and watched with curiosity as Spike pulled a large tray from behind a bookcase. He set it on the dresser and began taking things from the bags. With his back to her, it was hard for Buffy to see what he was doing, so she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift somewhere that she wasn't in an underground bedroom and a vampire's bed.
“Here, love.” His voice brought her eyes snapping open to find him holding the tray, which now contained a small juice package, a large cup of still hot coffee, a plate of pancakes and a bowl of cereal. In one corner was a small plate holding several doughnuts. A neatly folded napkin and old, but real, utensils completed the picture. Somewhat tentatively, he placed the tray on her lap and stood back, his expression wavering between pleased and terrified.
Buffy was fairly sure her expression was pretty much the same. Her heart melted at the lovely gesture, and she was terrified to let him know how touched she was. She picked up the coffee and removed the lid, smiling at the scent coming from the still-steaming liquid. “How did you know what I like?” she asked, immediately wishing she hadn’t when he stared at her incredulously before turning away to hide the pain in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Spike.” It was a tossup which of them was more shocked – the vampire who whirled around to see if he’d heard correctly or the wide-eyed girl on the bed. With every ounce of courage she possessed, Buffy continued. “That was a stupid thing to say. I know the answer.”
She stuffed a piece of pancake in her mouth before she could say anything else that he might interpret to mean this was ever going to happen again. Without looking at him, she polished off all the pancakes, the cereal and one of the doughnuts. Still without meeting his eyes, she shoved the plate in his direction. “Doughnut?”
“Only if you don’t want any more.”
“I’m not going to eat any more,” she said, patting the sheet where it covered her stomach. “I think you’re trying to make me fat.”
He laughed and grabbed the jelly doughnut. “Just helping you keep your strength up, pet.” He wiggled his eyebrows and leered at her. “Tonight’s another night, yeah?”
She shook her head and set the tray aside, getting up to find her clothes neatly folded on the bottom of the bed. She raised an eyebrow at him, smiling when she didn’t find her underwear in the little pile. “You’re incorrigible,” she said as she got dressed. “And insatiable.”
He shrugged, his expression wary when she walked over to him, saying, “I think I like that in a man.” She kissed his cheek, whispered a “Thank you, Spike” and ran up the ladder and out into the sun, leaving him holding his cheek and staring after her.
Mods - I have to leave for work. Will fix tags when I get home. Sorry!