Brand New Day

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

When Wesley woke up, he was flat on his stomach with his head nearly underneath the pillow, and he was cold. In the middle of the night he'd woken enough to pull the covers up over both of them, but obviously at some point he'd kicked them back off again. He turned his head and saw that Spike was wrapped up in the ones that he'd discarded, an arm over his face as if even the small amount of sunshine coming through the closed window shade was too much.

He turned slightly and, trying not to disturb the sleeping vampire, untangled enough of the blankets so that he could cover himself again.

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Go get one of those stakes on your dresser and put it right through my heart, would you?" There was a part of Spike that wouldn't have minded at all if Wesley were to agree.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Shh," Wesley said, reaching out a tentative hand to rub Spike's temple gently. "You'll feel better in a little while."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it was nice being dust. Peaceful," Spike said, but he relaxed just a bit at Wesley's touch.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Well I'm glad you're not, even though I certainly understand why you might wish to be at the moment." Wesley continued the careful massage, being sure not to jostle the bed.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike kept his eyes shut and tried manfully not to whimper. "Let's put it this way; I'm thinking fondly back on my eyeballs melting."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I have water and aspirin here," Wesley said softly. "Would either of those help? Or I could get you some blood?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike's stomach roiled at the thought at putting anything in it, and he shook his head. The movement only added to the unpleasant pressure behind his eyes.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Then perhaps you should just try to go back to sleep," Wesley soothed, his fingers sliding back into Spike's hair as his thumb continued in slow circles at Spike's temple.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I'm still waiting for the stake," Spike said, but he opened his eyes and gave Wesley a wan smile. "How much did I drink?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Supposedly 'only' one bottle," Wesley told him.