||[26 Dec 2005|10:34pm]
After seeing Joyce at the hospital I headed home. It had been a bloody weird night. Saving Buffy from Glory and getting a good few bruises in the bargain - whatever the bitch was, she was strong - then having a strangely intense conversation with said rescuee, before trooping off to hospital and exchanging pleasantries with a woman lying in a hospital bed, a woman who should hate me but actually seems sort of fond of me.
Bloody strange, all of it.
I walked back to the Summers house and picked up my car before driving back to my crypt. It's an old banger, my car, but I like it, even if Willow was too snooty to ride in it. Silly cow. Buffy hadn't minded.
Why the hell was I even interested in what Buffy thought? I shook my head and headed down the stairs to my crypt. I'd been making things a bit nicer down here lately. Got a couple of lamps and a good bed. Pretty cosy. Dunno why I've got into decorating of late. Bit of a poncy thing to care about. Course, when I was with Dru, I did my best to make our places nice. If you've got a bird, you have to look out for her, haven't you? You don't expect a woman to hang out somewhere grotty. I mean, if Buffy came over -
I didn't just think that. Like I give a toss what Buffy thinks. Alright, she was a lot nicer to me since she lost her slayer half, and I kind of liked the feeling that I could take care of her, but that was as far as it went. No further interest.
I climbed into the shower, wincing as I peeled off my shirt. There were some good cuts and bruises across my chest and thighs. Lovely. Gingerly, I soaped myself down, then stood under the water, turning it up as hot as it would go, the heat burning out some of the aches in my muscles.
I towelled myself down and flopped into bed. It wasn't dawn yet, but I'd had a rough night. Time for a rest, I reckoned.
However, didn't seem I was going to get that. I'd nodded off for five minutes, it seemed, when I awoke with a start to see Buffy by my bed.
"Buffy!" I said, startled. It was the human one, not the slayer. I could smell that at once. Cos a slayer's not just flesh. She's got something mystical in her. Something dark. This was a girl. "What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep," she said, sitting down on the bed. "I was so worried about Mom. I thought I'd come and see you."
"Why me?" I asked, curious, and very aware that I was naked under the sheet.
"You're the only one who's any help to me," she said, looking at me through her long lashes. "You're the only one... You're the only one I want, Spike," she said, and before I knew it she'd leaned over and kissed me. Shock rushed through me, but it was followed by a wave of desire. I seized her arms and pulled her close to me, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her throat.
"God, Buffy," I said. "I want you so much."
"Never leave me," she said.
"Never," I replied, kissing her lips again and letting my tongue enter her mouth.
I awoke with a start. I was alone. It had been a dream, but my arousal was real enough.
Oh, bloody hell. Please, no.