Post-nap Activities

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A low but insistent rumbling in his stomach pulled Spike back into consciousness. He had been dreaming of a park he had liked to frequent while still alive, where he used to sit for hours on a bench and compose terrible poetry about the glory that was Cecily. That he had been writing the poetry for a different object of his affections in his dream didn't make him feel much better about that aspect of himself.

Despite his dissatisfaction over the dream, Spike was warm and comfortable. His head was pillowed on Wesley's chest, and he had Wesley's steady, slow heartbeat loud in his ear. He kept his eyes shut and attempted to fall back to sleep, but his hunger only grew as he lay there. He felt much less sore than he had earlier, but he clearly needed to replace the energy that healing had spent.

He tried to pull away gently to go have some blood and then slip back into bed, but Wesley's arms tightened around him as Spike moved.

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Wesley had been only semi-asleep for some time, dozing quietly, but when he felt Spike start to get up he tightened his hold without thought. "Don't go," he said, his voice rough with sleep.

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"Sorry, pet," Spike said, not trying to move away. "Didn't mean to wake you."

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"I don't mind." Wesley stretched slightly without moving from his position. "Did you sleep at all?"

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Spike nodded, his cheek rubbing against Wesley's chest. "Guess we both needed it," he said with a bit of a grin.

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"Considering the circumstances, I suppose that shouldn't be a surprise," Wesley agreed. He reached to smooth a hand through Spike's hair, feeling rather disbelieving that this was really happening.

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Spike grinned more broadly, amused by Wesley's precise phrasing. "If we were doing it right, we should be knackered after shagging all day," he said, lifting his head to look at him. "You don't have to get up, if you're still tired."

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"If you're getting up, so am I," Wesley said, rolling toward Spike so that the other man had no choice but to move a bit as well.

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Spike shifted back and propped himself up on his elbow, studying Wesley's face for signs of fatigue. "I was just going to get some blood. I was coming back."

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It wasn't, Wesley told himself, as if he could keep Spike with him at all times. He made a show of relaxing back onto the pillow and said, "All right. As long as you promise to come back." He smiled a bit to show that he wasn't worried.

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"You going to get some more sleep?" Spike asked, sliding his hand casually up Wesley's chest. "Or has that brain of yours kicked in again?"

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Wesley set his hand over Spike's and laced their fingers together for just a brief moment. "I suspect I'm up now." He heard how that had sounded. "Er... awake. I'm awake." Although he didn't suspect it would take much for the other to apply as well.

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Spike grinned again and couldn't resist leaning in for a quick kiss, grateful beyond words that Wesley was still there with him and was acting just like himself. His stomach rumbled loudly, though, before he could do much more than brush their lips together. He grimaced. "Sorry."

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"Don't be." Wesley looked at Spike with some concern. "You're all right?"

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"Just hungry." Sitting up, Spike stretched his arms over his head and felt his skin pull somewhat oddly across his stomach due to the dried remnants of sweat and other fluids. "And in need of a shower."

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Wesley covered up a yawn. "You could get some blood and then join me?" he suggested, gesturing toward the bathroom.

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Spike didn't give into the temptation to encourage Wesley to get some more rest, since he suspected that Wesley would refuse, so he simply nodded. "Sounds good to me."

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"Right." Wesley pulled the blanket up over his head, then said, "You go first."

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Laughing, Spike tugged the blanket down to expose Wesley's face. "Stay in bed, love," he said. "Go back to sleep. I'll go have a quick meal and be back next to you before you even know I'm gone."

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Wesley slid down a bit, curling onto his side facing Spike. "Mm. That sounds good. Especially the part about you coming back."

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Spike smiled and fought the urge to stroke Wesley's hair. "Then close your eyes," he said, carefully smoothing the blanket over Wesley's shoulders. "I won't be long."

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Obediently, Wesley closed his eyes. Without opening them, he said, "The blood's on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator."

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"I'm sure I can find it. Now stop talking and go to sleep." With a final squeeze to Wesley's shoulder, Spike slid out of bed and headed toward the kitchen. He easily found the blood in the still quite empty refrigerator and poured it into a mug, which he set in the microwave to heat.

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Wesley waited until he thought that Spike had gone into the kitchen before rolling onto his back again and stretching luxuriously. He wasn't particularly sleepy, but it did feel rather decadent to lounge in bed like this. After a moment, he tucked both hands behind his head and blinked lazily at the ceiling, just enjoying being comfortable and waiting for Spike to come back.

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The pig's blood tasted even more foul than usual in comparison with the small taste of Wesley's Spike had had earlier - he shoved that thought out of his head as quickly as it arrived - but it was good enough to quell the worst of his hunger. In the privacy of the kitchen, he inspected his cracked ribs and the tender spot on the back of his head and was pleased to find them somewhat improved. If he didn't get into another fight, they'd probably be gone by morning.

Spike rinsed out his mug when he was done and padded back to the bedroom, eager to crawl into bed and curl around Wesley again. When he saw that Wesley was awake and looking up at the ceiling, he leaned in the doorway and crossed his arms over his chest. "You're not sleeping."

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"No, but I still want you to come back to bed." Wesley looked at Spike hopefully.

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Spike couldn't see any reason to argue, so he got back under the covers and slid over toward Wesley until they were touching again. His brief trip to the kitchen had sucked much of the heat from Spike's skin, and Wesley felt nicely warm in comparison.

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Wesley wrapped himself around Spike, one arm and one leg thrown over the vampire as he pulled him in closer. He nuzzled at Spike's ear and murmured, "I assume you found everything all right?"

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Pleased and still a bit surprised by how Wesley curled back around him with no hesitation, Spike smiled and settled comfortably in his arms. "There's not much in the kitchen for the blood and a mug to hide behind." His voice was warm and teasing.

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"I suppose not." Wesley smiled. He was aware that he needed a shower quite desperately, but he had no intention of getting up just yet. In a few minutes, perhaps. "I'd still like to come with you tonight."

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Spike lost his smile at the reminder that he had to go out; he wasn't hopeful that he would find anyone he knew, and he still didn't have any plan for how to get money or what to do with himself in the future. "I wouldn't mind the company, but it's fine if you want to stay here. You've had a rough couple of days."

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"So have you," Wesley pointed out, gliding a hand over one of the spots on Spike's side that had been bruised before.

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"Only my body was hurt, and that's healing well enough," Spike said, refusing to think about the few pointed jabs Angel had landed on his heart.

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Wesley was relatively confident that it wasn't as simple as that, but it seemed best in that moment to let it pass without comment. "Speaking of healing, do you think there's any chance you might take these out for me?" he asked, moving back a bit so that he could gesture at the stitches in his forearm.

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Though he couldn't forget all that had happened to Wesley, including the two unexpected visits of the day, Spike wasn't going to push him to talk about it. "You're going to fight me if I suggest a doctor again, aren't you?"

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"Yes?" Wesley grimaced slightly. "It's a very simple procedure -- I could probably do it myself, although the angle might be a bit awkward."

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"You're not doing it yourself," Spike said firmly, glaring at him. "I'll do it when it's time, if you're going to be so bloody stubborn about seeing a doctor."

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Wesley shifted a bit more so that he could poke at the least-healed-looking spot thoughtfully. "Maybe in the morning," he said. "I don't want to leave it too long."

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Spike pulled Wesley's hand away from the wound, wishing that he had more experience with healing humans instead of just hurting them. He didn't quite trust Wesley to look out for his own well-being. "You don't want it to open up again, either. Leave it alone."

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"I've been hurt much more seriously than this," Wesley said, looking up at Spike.

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That was not at all a comfort. "So I'm not supposed to care about your arm?" Spike asked.

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"No, I just meant... it's minor. Inconsequential." Unless, of course, you considered that it had been a step along the road that had brought the two of them together.

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Spike knew that he was more concerned about the wound than he needed to be, since it was fairly minor, but he couldn't help it. "I'm never going to see you being hurt as inconsequential, pet."

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"I know." Wesley couldn't help being flattered that this was obviously true. He leaned in and gave Spike a quick kiss of gratitude.

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Trailing his fingers along Wesley's wounded forearm, Spike tried to focus on the strength and resilience of the human body instead of on its fragility. "Though I suppose I can't complain about this one." He looked up with a small grin. "Much."

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Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/21553.html).