A/N: Roughly inspired by the Rob Thomas song These Small Hours (Little Wonders)

It wasn't often he showed any compassion for another. It wasn't often he showed he had any shred of humanity under that peroxide dyed skull of his.

But as he watched her sleep, an ordinary girl in his arms, he couldn't help but feel something.

It was a stirring. Something deep and warm within him that was almost overwhelming.

He tenderly brushed a strand of hair off her face, gazing at those soft lips, the peaceful expression. A smile crept across his face. "So this is what it's like."

"Mmmm…" she twisted in his arms, rolling over so she was facing him. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy with sleep. Slowly they fixated on him. "Spike?"

He stared into her blue eyes. "Yeah slayer?"

She murmured something, snuggling into his chest. "Hold me tighter."

He obliged, wrapping his arms tight around her, holding her closer to his chest. "That better?"

But she was gone. Sleep had taken her again and she was dead to the world.

He chuckled lightly, a smile on his face for the second time that night. "Bloody hell. I'm in love."