stbethadettes: (let she who has not sinned)
stbethadettes ([personal profile] stbethadettes) wrote in [personal profile] not_that_spike 2006-10-03 10:11 pm (UTC)

Looking down at him rather than at the TV, she watches his face and the changing light that falls on it from the screen.

What ifs of a larger scale aren't things she allows herself to really think about very often, but just this once...

Those thoughts that only a second ago had been of skin dampened with sweat and hands on hips and greedy kisses and entangled legs turn to things like sponge-bathing little Beth and looking for a house and sitting on a couch with Spike while giving a potential babysitter the third degree.

Stealing moments together in bed in the morning before the baby -- in a little room of her own -- wakes up. Shopping for furniture, something that never seemed this fucking inviting before the plague. Going grocery shopping with baby Beth in a sling, one of Spike's arms casually around her waist and the other hand shoved in his pocket.

She meant what she said the other night. It's suddenly all so much more seductive than before. Dipping down, fingers still in his hair, she kisses Spike's temple.

When it's all said and done, she's not sure she cares much for the nesting instinct.

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