If I Lay Here
No copyright infringement intended. Joss Whedon owns all recognizable characters, scenes, objects, and events. I just play in his sandbox from time to time. Lyrics from "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol.
If I lay here...
If I just lay here...
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
"Will you just hold me?"
Silently nodding, he dropped his duster on the couch and sat on the bed, far enough away for her to refrain from touching him unless she wanted to… which she did. Tense hands curled against the cotton of his shirt, and when his hand pressed gently around her hair to rest her forehead against his chin, she scooted even closer until her knees draped on his thigh.
He tried his bloody hardest not to fall asleep, knowing he'd never been this close to his beloved, and probably would never be this close again. But the exhaustion of the past few days overpowered him, and after a few hours of silently watching her, he rested his head against her silken shoulder, joining her in sleep.
He awoke abandoned, imprisoned by the sun. On the pillow beside his head, a single folded slip of paper was the only evidence that the best night of his life hadn't been a fantasy. Fingers trembling, he thumbed open the page…
Thank you. You believed in me when no one else did, and that meant more than I can say. I know what I have to do now, and I have to do it alone, so please don't chase after me or do anything stupid. If my plan works, I'll find what preacher guy's hiding from me, and with any luck it'll be some big ass weapon that'll help us against the First. I'll see you at home tonight. Whatcha want to bet Faith's taken over my room?
Spike blinked away tears. After all these years… she'd given him a crumb.
Author's note: This is the companion piece to a collection of drabble stories I plan on writing soon. They will be called 'Breadcrumbs'.