Rating- R for swearing
Warning- clearly, this is in fact slash. V. little angst this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't known Jack. I do however own Jack's brother Dave. This goes outside of Cannon as Crush ended differently in my mind he did stake Dru. Also In my world Cordy and Conner never slept together, so the evil never manifested as Jasmine, therefore Wolfram and Hart never gave Angel the business, Lilah never died, and Cordy isn't in a coma. Any other changes are explained directly in the text.
Note: I'm sorry this took me so long! I've been so caught up with other things! I hate real life. I know it's short. But hey, at least it's a nice chapter of pillow talk, right?
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Much later that day he lay, still shaking, in my arms. Kissing his temple I pulled him closer. "You ok?" I asked.
"Wonderful."
"You're trembling."
"I'm happy." He said as if challenging me to disagree or press the point.
"I love you."
He smirked and said, "I know." We lapsed into a comfortable silence. Running his fingers down my chest he smiled. His hand paused as it traced a tattoo on my hip. Light burned in his eyes. "You still have it," he said. His voice was filled with wonderment. Suddenly his smirk reappeared. "How ever did you explain this to Buffy? Didn't she wonder why you have "Will's" written on your hip?"
"She never asked and I never offered the information. I'm sure she knew: she's a bright little thing."
Another bout of peace swept over the room as I drew protective runes over his back with my fingers. Spike started to purr, I think he didn't realize it and I purred in reply. Snuggling closer he said, "I don't want to wake up alone."
"You won't." I promised feeling slightly sick that a promise was needed.
"Promise?"
Sometimes the boy could read my mind, "Of course."
"If the goodie two shoes' brigade comes to fight some evil you'll wake me?" I nodded. "If you think to cook me breakfast you won't?" I nodded. "If you go evil?"
"I'll bite you to let you know." I said.
He smiled, that fucking dazzling smile. I wish his fears were unfounded. When I had been ensouled I had left him asleep in bed. Upon waking alone he had found his whole world dashed. For the world I would not do that to him again.
Cuddling still closer to me his eyelids drooped. He sighed heavily as he fell into sleep. Though unconscious he continued to purr and I held him tightly. His fingers of his right hand trailed down my shoulder while his left thumb found his mouth. Around his thumb he muttered, "Back off, bitch." While, of course, I couldn't know for sure what he was talking about I would have put money on the fact that it was directed to a blonde. As I kissed his forehead he seemed to soothe. "He's mine, so step off." A laugh escaped from my lips, I couldn't help it. Opening his eyes he said, "You are."
And then it was my turn to say, "I know."
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Just as the sunset I awoke. Angel was laying on top of me, squishing the unneeded breath out of my body. Purrs filled the room but at first I couldn't figure out from whence they came. It was only after a few minutes that I realized they were coming from him and me and not a hidden cat. A spectrum of emotions filled his face as he slept. Buffy once said that he never displayed his sentiment. While it may have been true for her he had never been that way with me. He wore his heart on his sleeve and whatever he thought, he said. Angel never protected me from himself. I knew him too bloody well for him to keep anything from me. There was too much history between us; I knew where he lived. He had beaten, hurt me, and loved me in a warped fashion since the day I was borne, he couldn't play the tragic hero with me, and he didn't try. He didn't walk about putting on the airs of amazing grievance, he could cope with his mistakes and there was no need to prove to me that he was hurting. I could feel his pain in his soul. But that pain didn't stop him from having fun, and loving, and being happy: it just put it in perspective.
As he smiled his lopsided open smile I kissed him. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled into my mouth, "What a great way to wakeup." I bit his lip. "Ouch! You bast-"
"For once shut-up. Just stop talking and pay attention to the task at hand," I said and he rolled his eyes as he pulled me up to him. After about twenty minutes I pulled back from him, behold the joys of not needing oxygen. Pushing him away with one hand I whined, "I'm hungry." He nodded and commenced in kissing me. "I'm hungry for blood, not you, Sire."
"Ok. . . so what do you want me to do about it?" he asked looking genuinely confused.
"You have to get off me so I can get up."
"Well what if I get you up to get you off."
"No."
"Well what if I just don't want to?"
"Then I'll bite you."
"Is that a promise?" he asked is a voice that, had anyone else used I would have laughed. As it was, I felt my knees go weak (thank gods I was laying down) and my mouth went dry.
"It's a promise." I said as I vamped out and reclaimed his lips. My bared fangs scraped his lips. Warm blood flowed into my mouth.
Groaning softly he pulled he painfully close before pushing himself away. He held himself up on his arms above me. "Fine, go, see if I care." He said looking down at me. Blood dripped from his lip onto my chest. Bending down he licked it off it little catlike laps. A gasp escaped from my person unbidden. "Go," he said again.
"No, now I don't wanta go. Jus' want you."
He stood up and reached out to me. As I took his hand he smiled widely. "Let's go get you something to eat."
"I have everything I want to eat right here."
"Blood and a cuppa now, mind-blowing oral sex later. Ok?"
"You had me sold at cuppa." I said and stood. "Pants?"
"Yeah, you never know who might walk in." he said, throwing sweats at me.
"Pro'bly give 'em a thrill." I said cocking an eyebrow. Angel laughed an all out bono fide laugh I had heard since he regained his soul. I knew I was crying. But I didn't bloody care.