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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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"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.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"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."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"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.