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I nearly frown when he asks me what I would like to drink. But I remember just in time that this is on the 'don't do' list. "Whiskey would be nice," I say quietly. "It's in the small cabinet in the living room. Feel free to take whatever you like." And I don't mean just a drink with that. I wonder if I still have some blood in the cooler. I used to keep some there for Angel, not that he comes by a lot lately.

"And some ice for my eye would probably be helpful too." Touching my eye again, I wince when the tips of my finger poke it a little bit to hard. Damn, that's going to smart in the morning. Not to mention my head. Better be careful with the drinking, wouldn't want a hangover on top of that. That wouldn't be pleasant at all for Spike either. Having to watch me rush off to the bathroom.

"Love," I sigh, the endearment slipping out unnoticed but not unwanted. "It's not your fault. You did step back when it could've gotten far worse alright? Really, stop blaming yourself." Giving him a small smile as I pull back from the much to short kiss, I run my hand through his curls. He didn't slick his hair back like he usually does. At least, not yet. "And yes, staying out of Angel's way for a while might be a smart move. So why don't you prove to everyone that you're the smarter of the two."

Besides, I'm obviously not going anywhere for about a day or two. That would mean he could stay here. With me. Holding me. Me holding him. We could have...fun, provided he'll let me. He seems the overprotective type. Funny how I oddly enough feel the same way. But right now, some ice, some whiskey and laying down sounds just about right.
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"Right then, Whiskey it is." I say as he tells me Whiskey will do him good. He then mentions I can take whatever I like, just to make things a bit similar I'll probably end up grabbin' some of the Whiskey too. "And the ice is also covered." I say with a slight smile.

"Must make sure that eye of your heels" I place a soft kiss right by the eye, but not where it's swollen, right before it turns.

I begin to stand up and then he calls me love, which only resulted in me forming some huge grin on my face. Couldn’t help it, just the way it sounded when he said that and callin' me that. Did something to me.

"Suppose it could've gotten worse. Guess we'll never know." I sigh. "Prove to everyone I'm the smarter one. Never really did use my brain much."

I head out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Grabbing the towel that's in there I open up the freezer and put some ice in it. I bring that back to him in the bedroom. "Here you go." I say handing it to him. "Now be careful." I smile then head out of the room again and into the living room. I make my way to the small cabinet he mentioned and open it up seeing a few bottles of different liquors there. Pulling out the bottle of whiskey I make a stop in the kitchen once more to grab two glasses then head back to the bedroom.

I place the glasses down at the end table by the bed and pour us each a nice glass. "Here you go." I say as I sit down on the bed next to him and hand him his glass. "Need any help or do you got it?"
A slight smile slides on my face when he kisses just below my eye. My eyes flutter close and my hand comes up to touch the spot lightly. Such a simple gesture, such a sweet gesture. So gentle and unlike the image he's trying to give to everyone. Everyone but me.

When he comes back with the ice, I give him another smile in reply to his and take the towel. I can feel the chill seeping through it from the ice and carefully put it against my eye. Christ, this headache is going to kill me. Sighing as the coolness numbs the pain of my eye, I wait for him to come back with the whiskey.

He pours us both some whiskey and I drink it in one go. The amber liquid burns down my throat, making me sigh at the feeling. "Hmmm?" I look over at him, suddenly feeling so very tired. Shifting a bit on the bed, I lean down and put my head on his chest. There is no steady heartbeat to calm me down, but there's cool skin and he's close by.

"I think I've almost got it now," I mumbled, fumbling with my feet to get my shoes off. Pressing the ice a bit tighter against the swollen eye, I press myself closer to him when my shoes finally fall to the floor with a thud.
He drinks it down rather fast which I do the same. Only difference is I pour myself another glass. Drinking that one down quick I set it down just as I feel his head rest against my chest.

I could feel his warmth through my shirt. Warmed me up a bit, not that I ever needed to be warmed up or even cared for that matter. Just felt a bit nice is all.

I can feel him movin' round a bit as I glance down to see him playing with his shoes. Was bout ready to go and help him but he got them off. Making a thud against the ground just as he started to press himself closer to me.

I wrap my arm round him pulling him in closer. I liked this feelin' right now, whatever it was. I place a kiss on his forehead, seemed I couldn’t get enough of kissin' him. "Get some rest now, and I'll do that whole wake you up every hour or so."

Wouldn't be that hard. Could just sit here in the silence of the room, holdin' him all night and wakin' him up every hour. Didn't mind just sittin' there like that, and I know I wouldn't fall asleep either. Done it many times before, just sit all night thinkin' bout stuff. Never needed much sleep to begin with.
When his arm wraps around me, I cannot help but smile again. I press myself closer to him, feeling a bit warm with my clothes on, but I don't like to move around too much. To tired to do so. Even if it's not very comfortable, I've a very comfortable pillow at the moment. I can undress later, it’s not as though I’m going to get some real sleep this night.

Sliding my leg over his without really noticing, I look up at him as he kisses my forehead. This is nice. Just laying here, Spike close by, his arms around me. I reach out with my free arm and warp it around his waist as well. This is really very nice. I've not done this in a very long time. Lilah was never one for cuddling, or anything like that really.

"Thank you," I mutter sleepily, stretching a bit and dropping a kiss on his throat. Closing my eyes, I snuggle up closer to him, for some reason feeling quite safe in his arms. My breathing slows and I let the exhaustion of days without sleep take over as I drift into a deeper sleep. My eye is still throbbing and my head still aches, but Spike being so close does a lot toward making me feel better.
I continue to keep my arms wrapped tightly round him. Almost like I was protecting him or something of that sort. Yea, protecting him from Angel. Wouldn't that be something. Though that's what I feel like right now. Angel better actually be sorry bout this or else he'll have more coming to him then just a simple talk and a few punches.

Once he adjusts himself and seem to be fully comfortable I begin to run my fingers though his brown locks of hair. Not that there was much but still enough to leave room for my fingers to play with. "Don't need to say thank you love." I say in a soft soothing voice.

Before I know it he's asleep. Which was good, needed to get some sleep. Rest was good when healing. I glance over at the clock just to make sure I wake him in time. Laying my head back a bit against the head board I rest myself. Just start thinkin' bout stuff and how we end up here. Who would've known, picture tellin' us this the other day. Would've both thought this whole thing was crazy, yet here we were.

Time seemed to go by fast, especially when I was thinkin' bout stuff. Well, mainly thinkin' bout one person who just happened to be in my arms. The first hour of the night was up. "Wesley" I whisper in his voice. "Been an hour, have to check up on you." I place a kiss on his cheek hopin' that will wake him up.
There are dreams. They aren't new, at least not anymore. They've been the same since that night on the roof. The night I shot my father. When I close my eyes, it happens again, over and over. No matter what I try, no matter what I change, the outcome is the same. I end up shooting him. Killing him. I'm a murderer.

This night it's not any different. Though for some reason it seems as though I'm not all there. As though I'm just looking on, as though I'm the audience, not the partaker. Even it is I who's doing the killing in the end. But when I move around a little restless, there are strong arms around me and I feel a kiss on my cheek.

Blinking my eyes open, I wince at the small amount of light that is still in my room. Luckily, - or not so lucky - one eye is still swollen shut. The pack of ice, now rather soggy and wet seems to have moved down, water seeping into my shirt. I'm too tired to notice though, even if there's a shiver going through me.

"What?" I mumbled, my eyes fluttering closed again. Shifting a little, I make an annoyed sound at the back of my throat as the cold wet towel presses to close. That's very unlike Spike, who's pleasantly cool. And soft. And gentle. And so very sexy and... Right.

"Why do I need to wake up?" I wonder, prying my eyes open again to look at him. "Is it morning already?" God, I hope not. I don't want to go to work. I'm very comfortable where I am now. Was I even going into work? Why should I wake up when it's still dark?
Course, never is easy waking up. Must be especially hard when you've got pain like that. "You need to wake up so we can check on you. Remember that part love, every hour." I give him a look, though I realize he can't really see me at the current position we are in.

I notice the towel that once held the ice not really well, holding the ice anymore. Was all wet and getting on him. Not that he seemed to notice it much. Picking it up I place it on the end table. Might not have been the best idea, the table will end up wet. Doubt it'll do any damage. Can clean that up later. Wasn't really my first concern. My concern was Wesley at the moment.

"How are you feelin?" Not completely sure what I should be asking him. Wasn't use to this sort of thing. "Don't worry in a minute or so you can go back to that sleep you were just in."
I need to wake up? For a moment I wonder why I need to wake up. And why my face hurts as though it's met the short end of a stick. Or a brick wall. Oh, right. Angel's fist. He and Spike had been fighting and my idiot self had tried to get in the middle of that. God, I should really *never* do that again.

Shivering when he moves the ice away from the bed, I glance down at my soaked shirt. I'd better get rid of that or I'll really be chilled to the bone. "I'm feeling," I stared, using him for leverage as I push myself up. "As though a truck drove over me and then backed up again." Or close to that.

Glancing down at my shirt, I start to fumble with the buttons. But they suddenly seem so very tiny and my fingers for some reason seem to be to thick to get them undone. Making an annoyed sound in the back of my throat, I glance over at Spike helplessly. "Would you mind?" I ask, "I'd rather not snuggle back up to you in a wet shirt." Giving him a shy smile as those words leave my mouth and duck my head.
"Seems bout right." I say to his response on how he's feelin'. Didn't really expect him to be feelin' the greatest right now. Guess that's what happens when Captin' forehead decides it's nice to go round throwing punches.

I watch as he starts to play round with his buttons on his shirt. Don't really say anteing but watch. Then he asked me to help him out. Was waitin' for him to ask that. "Of course." I say as I move my hand over to his shirt and begin to unbutton it. Finally gettin' all them undone I slide his shirt off him. "Did you want a blanket or anything" I say with a concern voice as I finally realize I might as well take off my leather duster. Not like I was going anywhere anytime soon.

Sittin' up a bit I slide the thing off me and let it hit the ground. Normally I'd be a bit more concern bout the thing and set it someplace nice but didn't really care at the moment. "Anything you need, just let me know."

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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.

"Rest now."
"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.

"It is nice. Very nice." I nodded my head.

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Sleep comes a bit easier this time around. I guess a festive round of retching and stumbling around blindly is pretty much exhausting. And I was tired already from the many nights of not being able to sleep because of the nightmares that would come to haunt me. And they weren’t always about my father. No, it were the ones that made no sense which scared me. The one that left me waking up and unable to breath.

But his arms are around me and holding me tight. Even when I’m in deep sleep I can still feel them around me. It makes me smile I think, it’s not as though I can see my face while my eyes are closed. Especially not now when one eyes is slammed painfully shut. Thank god I put ice on there or that side of my face would’ve been completely swollen by now. And really, unable to open your eye properly is more then enough.

I must’ve been just asleep when Spike voice is whispering in my ear again. A shiver goes through me at the sound of his voice and I slowly swim back to consciousness. Not that I want to, but apparently it’s important to Spike that I do. Oh, right. I really have to swim back to consciousness, because of the ….fist of Angel. Right.

I’m at home. In my bed, with Spike, after he and Angel had a fight which I tried to stop with my face.

Very slowly my eyes blink open and I give him a bleary eyed look. “I’m so tired,” I complain softly, wondering what time it is. Can’t I sleep around the clock by now? Just a few hours of sleep now that he’s here. That seems to do the trick. It keeps the nightmares at bay and makes me dream of going to the beach instead. It’s been decades since I’ve been to the beach. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” I say softly, hand sliding over his chest.
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.

watcher_pryce

11 years ago