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[not_that_spike]

It might be a record: two days running, and he's still in a great fucking mood. Hell, he'd probably be nice to Vicious if he walked through the door right now.

Then again, maybe not.

Spike sits at the bar with a cup of iced coffee, facing the rest of the room, looking through a handful of photographs. Every now and then he stops and smiles and looks like he's completely lost in memories.

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[not_that_spike]

"Yeah, that's it. Carlsbad Caverns. I'll take you there." Because it's underground, so it probably still exists.

Cooksfield might not be so lucky. A lot of California got wiped out... but they can find out.

They can always find out.

He holds her hand to the side of his face, resting on it and in it, cradling it, sandwiching it. Sometimes, Beth is the only person he wants to see, the only one he needs to see. Or hear. Or touch.

Especially touch: he's not a real touchy-feely person. Never has been, except with her.

He turns to kiss her palm, then looks up at her and his expression is a mixture of plaintiveness and... well, just desire. "Come upstairs with me. We can lie in bed in the dark and look up at the stars on the ceiling, and I'll tell you some of the stories I used to hear about Earth."

[stbethadettes]

She can't turn down an offer like that. Few things could be better than lying in Spike's bed with him, looking up at ceiling, and having him tell her stories.

Even if tonight she may be more familiar with the things his stories will be about.

She turns the hand he's holding just enough for her finger to be able to trace the line of his jaw.

"There's nothing I'd rather do, bounty hunter."

[not_that_spike]

He nods and gives her a smile

(just for you, just for you)

and kisses her hand again

(just because)

and catches that hand up in his as they stand

(love you, Beth)

and kisses her on the cheek like some awkward high school kid

(you're the best thing that's ever happened to me)

and then holds her tight as they leave the bar.

(Upstairs. Together.)