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Spike's head was throbbing mercilessly. He made an attempt to open an
eyelid, but found it was too heavy to move. After a few mintues of
absolute
stillness, something broke through the haze of his hangover, the faint
sound of a beating heart. Along with the heartbeat, Spike felt a warmth
permeating his cold skin, and a unique but elusive scent filling his
nostrils.
The slowness of the heartbeat told him that whoever it was that was
currently laying on top of him was asleep, but that wonderfully familiar
smell was still taunting him, daring him to remember who it belonged
to.
Willing his headache to go away, Spike made an honest effort to open
his
heavy eyelids, but quickly shut them again when the light nearly blinded
him. *Fuck! Who turned the bloody lights on?*
Cracking his eys open once more, Spike found that there was not a light
on
at all. *Well, someone should have turned on a light then.* Spike snorted,
wincing when the sound reverberated through his aching head and freezing
when the warm body on top of him shifted positions and moaned. More
of that
enticing scent wafted past his nose, making him inhale unconsciously.
*Yum.*
Spike focused his bloodshot eyes on the top of the head resting on his
chest. Red hair. *Who do I know, or remember that has red hair?* Spike
thought for a moment, but could only come up with his beloved Red.
*That
could never happen, she would never be in bed with me, I'd
remember...fuck.* Spike growled, wishing he could remember the previous
night.
The woman lying on him stirred, her heartbeat sped up, signalling to
Spike
that she was waking up. He feigned sleep, wondering what would happen
when
the girl found herself sleeping in his arms. He hoped Red wouldn't
be too
angry.
*****
Willow breathed in deeply, the scent of old leather filling her sensitive
nose. She smiled, letting the remenants of a great night's sleep linger
in
her body, not wanting to move and break the spell.
Wait. Old leather? Last night, Spike drunk and passing out. On her.
But she
didn't feel any weight on her chest, rather, she was lying on top of
something hard but comfortable. A person. A non-breathing person. Spike.
Her eyes flew open to focus on the sleeping face of the bleached blonde.
Or, she assumed he was sleeping. One could never really tell with a
vampire
considering there was the whole non-breathing thing.
She gasped, *Did they--? No, they couldn't have. She would have remembered.
She wasn't the one who had been drunk.* She smiled slightly, reassured
by
the realization.
*****
Why wasn't the chit moving? She was awake and he could feel her eyes
roaming his face, so why hadn't she got up? Her soft breaths brushed
his
face every few seconds, sensitizing the tiny hairs on his face and
neck.
Shivers ran up and down his spine with every exhalation.
Why wasn't she moving?
*****
Why wasn't she moving? Willow didn't know why she wasn't even attempting
to
extract herself from his arms. She had to admit, it was kind of
comfortable, but he was Spike. She should move right? Her body was
still
fuctioning.
So why wasn't she?
*****
Spike gave up on trying to feign sleep and decided to open his eyes.
Both eyes opened to stare directly into the bemused face of the girl
who
haunted his dreams. Flushed with sleep, she had never been more beautiful.
Her own eyes widened slightly when she realized he was awake, embarrassment
turning her cheeks a deeper red.
So, he did what any normal male would do when faced with a gorgeous
woman.
He kissed her.