460 words. Spike/Buffy AU season 6. PG-13
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In Their Bed
He wakes just a minute before the alarm is supposed to ring. And
prevents it from doing so by simply pulling on the plug. Just this
time, she can be late, he decides. All he needs to do is make sure she
is in a good enough mood when he finally allows her to leave the bed.
Their bed. It used to be hers, and it was first forbidden to him. But,
after what felt like an eternity, he was finally invited in. He wasn’t
kicked out before sunrise, wasn’t asked to climb out of the window and
without a noise, or else. No, he was invited to stay as long as he
pleased, even when she had to go away for the day. So, after she
leaves, the feel of her lips still lingering on his, he always makes a
cocoon with the sheets and comforter, and forces himself to take in
deep breaths, because with her scent all around him like this, he can
almost pretend she is still with him. Just like he used to pretend
before, when she ran away from him as soon as she had gotten what she
craved. She used to tease him about it when she came back, but when one
day he explained why he did it, why he was trying to prolong the
feeling that she was next to him, making him feel both warm and loved,
she stopped laughing. Seemed touched. Asked him in a whisper if he
wanted to stay with her, all the time, so he could feel warm and loved
without having to pretend. He didn’t answer with words, but she seemed
to understand very easily that he would be more than happy to live with
her. And so the bed became theirs. And now, in their bed, she sleeps in
his arms. And sometimes, he sleeps in hers. It doesn’t matter, as long
as they’re together. Leaning on his forearm, he observes her sleeping
form for a moment, the faint light seeping from under the drapes making
her a study in shadows. The shadows are his, the light is hers, and
together they can be everything. It’s difficult to decide where to
touch her first. Very difficult, for he knows all the spots that make
her sigh, moan, purr, shiver, beg, and cry for more. He has a few
favorites, some of which happen to be her favorites too. So many
options, so little time… He finally chooses, and attacks.
When she finally gets to work, more than a little late, she is in too
much of a good mood to care about her boss’ frown. All she can think of
is how she’s going to wake him when she gets home in the afternoon.
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