Post-nap Activities

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

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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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"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."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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."