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Mar. 6th, 2005 10:55 pmWhat a difference sleep makes.
He turns to watch Beth sleep, that little crease on her forehead all but gone. That's good; it means no nightmares, no fussing, nothing but rest. Spike tests the muscles on the back of his neck: still tight, but nowhere as bad as they were.
That's what you get for being thrown across the room by some damn magic power or other you didn't know your little sister had.
But he lets the thought go, concentrating instead on Beth: the rise and fall of her chest, the perfection of her profile. That he loves her is never in question.
For Spike, it's just a question of what he can do for her, after all she's done for him.
He turns to watch Beth sleep, that little crease on her forehead all but gone. That's good; it means no nightmares, no fussing, nothing but rest. Spike tests the muscles on the back of his neck: still tight, but nowhere as bad as they were.
That's what you get for being thrown across the room by some damn magic power or other you didn't know your little sister had.
But he lets the thought go, concentrating instead on Beth: the rise and fall of her chest, the perfection of her profile. That he loves her is never in question.
For Spike, it's just a question of what he can do for her, after all she's done for him.
