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Belladonnaroses
'Delusional
I believe I can cure it all for you, dear
Coax or trick or drive or
Drag the demons from you'
Buffy walked silently through the early morning streets of the French Quarter. It was cold, everything overhung with a gray mist that seemed to seep right through her bulky sweater. She'd left Spike sleeping in the bed, hugging the pillow like it could be her. She smiled a little as she remembered how innocent he'd looked holding the bear, but the smile faded as she realized he was anything but.
Coffee and a smoke, she decided, coffee and a smoke would make everything seem a lot better. She turned the courner and found hereslf face to face with a green and white stripped canopy. The sign read Cafe DuMonde and she stepped under the canopy and seated herself at on of the small tables, picking up a menu.
Two cups of chickory coffee and a plate of beignet later and she felt a lot better. She paid the bill and exited the cafe onto the busy morning streets. She pulled a cigarette out of her purse as she walked past the iron gates of Jackson Square towards the Mississippi. The nicotine flooded her system and she let out a grateful sigh. The morning had heated up and she had wrapped her sweater around her waist, savoring the feel of the sunlight on her flesh.
She finally reached a Plaza with a view of the Mississipi and, taking a seat on the edge of an antiquated fountain, she stared out at the view. She'd missed this, she realized. The sight of the sun and the sounds of the people walking by, going about their daily buisness. An old woman paused and smiled at her and Buffy smiled back.
Yep, she thought, I could get to like this place.
The sun rose steadily higher in the sky as she sat there, watching the muddy river flow. Finally, she dropped the cigarette and crushed it beneath her heel before making her way back towards the hotel.
He was still laying in the bed, his eyelashes making shadowy crescents on his pale face. She smiled and pressed a kiss to his temple. He shifted and opened his eyes, smiling up at her.
Hey.
Hey back.
They stared at eachother for a while just enjoying the stillness. Finally, Spike reached out for her and drew her to him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Buffy sighed and relaxed in his embrace, letting sleep overtake her. She felt him pressing light butterfly kisses along her jugular and for a moment it flashed it her head that he could kill her now if he wanted to, and she wouldn't stop him.
Buffy pushed the thought back down and dropped a kiss on his shoulder before drifitng off to sleep.
It was becoming so easy to forget.
Spike listened as her breathing slowed to a soft rythymic pace. He heard the steady beat of her heart, the pulsing of her blood in her viens, and all he wanted to do was kiss her. Inwardly he berated himself for having fallen this low. It had become apparent to him that the Slayer had ceased to be a good fuck and was actually a person to him. A woman person nonetheless. A woman person that he felt very much like he was falling in love.
He sighed and shifted so that he was half on top of her. Sod it all, he thought to himself and pressed another kiss to her cheek before closing his eyes.
He had just drifted off to sleep when she began to scream.
'Make it right for you sleeping beauty
Truly thought
I can magically heal you '
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