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]

Spike clung to Wesley gratefully if lightly; his mere presence was soothing, even if the sounds of his heartbeat and breathing were painfully loud in Spike's ears. "I can hear you thinking," he mumbled.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Sorry?" Wesley whispered, remaining where he was and trying not to think, which of course was impossible.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike snorted, which hurt and caused him to groan. He squeezed Wesley's shoulder. "Do me a favor, pet?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yes, of course."