Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: A fill for the Halloween challenege at SB Fag Ends.
Cool to the touch.
Dead and cold and somehow moving still.
Just like she is on the insides.
But when she touches, when she digs her fingers into him, when she crunches his nose under her fist, when she closes her teeth against his shoulder, she can feel the spark lighting in her. Feel the warmth that's been missing from inside.
Spike's skin is the coldest thing in the room. Coldest thing in her life, so bright and sharp and painful, but he's the only thing that can make her warm.
He's the only thing that can make her alive.