Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Eleven

Fic: Nocturnal Emissions

Author: Miss Murchison

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Buffy thinks Spike has a problem. Spike thinks Buffy is jealous and needs a nap. As you can tell from the title, I have not been guilty of good taste.

No familiarity with the previous stories is needed, but this is set in the same ‘verse as Cubed, What’s in a Name?, If it’s Tuesday, this must be Sunnydale, and Giftless.

This is an alternative Season 6 where there is no angst. Assume Buffy didn’t die at the end of Season 5, or, if she did, she was glad to get back. Don’t go looking for any huge problems among the canon characters. They’re not there, although all is not sweetness and light. Which is good, because we all know how bad light is for Spike.

Length of completed story: About 9,000 words

Thanks: To my wonderful betas, keswindhover and revdorothyl, to enigmaticblues for the comm, and to my family for leaving me alone long enough to finish this story. Maybe they’ll repeat the favor so I can finally enjoy the other entries from this round.

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. Only the lame plots and dialogue herein are mine.

Buffy stirred, reaching out a hand to make sure Spike was still next to her and still solid. The house was blessedly quiet. Dawn had gone off to visit a friend, and Xander, Anya and Giles had said they were going back to work. And she and Spike had nothing to do for the rest of the day except sleep and enjoy succuba-free dreams.

She heard footsteps in the hall. She lay still for another moment, gazing at Spike. Asleep like this, he looked more like that knight in armor from his silly dream than her annoying, foul-mouthed vampire.

She slipped out of bed.

Willow looked up as Tara came down the stairs. Something in her girlfriend’s expression made her ask, “Is everything all right up there?”

“Yes,” Tara walked past Willow into the kitchen. Her face was hidden by the fall of her hair but she said, “Buffy got up for a few minutes, but she’s going back to bed, and she said Spike was just fine. Sleeping. They’re both sleeping.”

Willow looked down at her laptop. Good. She could concentrate on her term paper. Maybe she’d even get it done before the next crisis.

Spike rolled over, reaching for Buffy. His hand found an empty pillow, and he started to pull back to wakefulness. But then the mattress tilted slightly, and she bent over him, kissing his cheek.

“Go back to sleep, Spike. I just got up for a few minutes.”

She lay down and snuggled up next to him. Relieved, he put an arm around her and relaxed. She smelled and felt wonderful, and soon he’d do something very vigorous about that, but for now, he just wanted to finish catching up on sleep for another day, or maybe a week…

Spike smiled. His favorite dream was back on script, with no skanky interruptions.

He sat up, reaching out a hand to greet his love, suddenly nervous in the presence of her beauty. He ran his other hand through his hair, and…

The gesture was taking too long. He raised both hands to his head.

“Don’t worry.” Buffy sat down next to him, ruffling his hair with one hand. “I wanted to see what it looked like a little longer, and without the bleach. I like the poodle curls. I don’t suppose there’s a chance I can talk you into growing it out back in reality?” As he gaped at her, she added. “I got rid of the corset too. If you’ve got plans for it, you can imagine it back later, but I’m not sitting around with that thing pinching my ribs for the whole dream.”

“You… you…”

She shrugged. “I liked your dream, so I thought we’d try it without Miss Suck and Cuss. So I got some more of that potion.”

“You told Red what I dreamed? Bloody hell, she’ll tell Tara and Harris, and Harris will tell Anya, and Anya will tell Giles, and…”

“Stop worrying. I didn’t tell Willow anything. I mean, she’s still my best friend and all, but how many of her spells have gone wrong? I asked Tara, and she won’t tell anyone.”

Spike considered this, and could find no fault with it. “No, Glinda’s all right,” he admitted. He cast her a sly, almost shy look. “I thought this would be too silly and romantic for you.”

She blushed, biting her lower lip and looking down. “I never realized you could be this romantic, or I would have….”

He caught his breath. “I had no idea. I thought if you saw this, you’d tease me unmercifully.”

“Oh, there’ll be plenty of teasing,” she murmured, her breath tickling his ear. “But I think you’ll like it.”

And now I need a nap. I appreciate the comments (feedback is the internet equivalent of chocolate, yum!) and I want to respond, but it’s been a busy couple of days and my eyes can barely track the words on the monitor.

Maybe I’ll manage some lucid dreaming of my own;) Good night!

Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/260159.html