#v fluffy

Thunder rumbled through the air, the beast descending. The sound cracked like a whip as the heavy rain fall continued. The weather had been unpleasant through the entire day and it only got worse into the cold night.

The storm now taking full force. The night making you feel much more vulnerable to it. The room lit up again with the lightning and you screwed your eyes shut, anticipating the thunder.

You had been trying to sleep alone but it was no use. You crawled out of bed and into the living room. Looking desperately for your Spike. You had been on opposite schedules recently, Spike had been trying to keep a human sleeping schedule but it was a hard habit to break.

And with the weather being what it was, he didn’t expect to sleep at all until it was over. His senses were heightened anyway so he was always on guard. Always expecting something coming his way. Some kind of threat.

He was a light sleeper and often only came to bed to be by your side. Make sure that you were safe. With him. He didn’t like thunderstorms, he never had. Ever since he was human. But it had continued through his decades as a vampire.

You were wrapped in a fluffy blanket as you slid onto the sofa beside him wordlessly. You were a little embarrassed at how frightened you were of the weather. He felt your presence, already feeling a little better now you were there by his side. He had wanted to slide into bed beside you, but he needed something to do rather than just listening to the storm.

“Spike…” You whispered.

“Pet?” He asked, turning the volume down and scanning your face. The volume had been loud, he was worried he had woken you up.

“I’m scared”

“The weather?” You nodded and he immediately pulled you into him. His frown set on his face. He was also embarrassed. Didn’t want to tell you how much he hated the noise. The weather. He wanted to be the man, to protect you. Be the strong one just like he thought he should be.

He cradled your head, kissing your forehead. He could be so incredibly soft when he knew it was what you needed. Anything for you, the woman he loved.

The thunder rolled in again, furious growls in your direction before it retreated again. You cuddled up to him as you heard it, screwing up your eyes.

You felt him tense but you didn’t say anything. You just nestled into him. He frowned, knowing you must be able to tell. If his heart could beat, it would be at the same pace as yours. Almost out of his chest.

He nodded once, steeling himself to tell you. To admit something he thought you may laugh at him for. But you were always so honest with him. So caring, he should have known you never would have laughed.

“I don’t like it either”

“Hm?” You asked, tensing slightly as the room lit up again. This time he didn’t try to hide that he did the same thing. A frown settling onto his face as the weather got harsher.

“The weather. Can’t settle, can’t barely think” He shrugged slightly, gesturing to his head with a shake of his hand. You could tell he really meant it. He was uncomfortable about admitting it, but he did it.

Because it was you. You were proud of him. For the way he wanted to be vulnerable with you. The way he had shown courage even when you were both feeling this anxiety.

That was why the tv was so loud, he explained. As a distraction. You nodded, leaning into him softly and pressing several kisses. Some against his temple, before lowering to adore his cheeks. Peppering him with such tiny kisses.

He closed his eyes slowly, savouring the contact. The feeling of safety he felt when you were with him. How he could rely on you, your tender love. Your sweet affection.

You moved, sharing the blanket with him. He helped you bundle it up, wrapping it around you both as you got into a comfortable position together. You fit perfectly. Sharing the warmth. Making a comfortable warmth around you. An armour for the both of you to share.

You settled together for a while, his arm around your shoulder as he rested his head against yours. You held onto him from beneath the blankets, clinging to him.

The ran pelted against the window. Darkness loomed outside, scratching at the panes. Threatening to tear your nerves to shreds. To separate you both should you leave the safety of your home.

But you were protected here. Together. Away from the battle of the elements outside.

He jumped violently, his arms snaking around you tighter. And you pressed yourself closer into his chest. Wrapping your arms around his middle. Making sure you got as close as you could. Both offering and taking comfort from him.

Together, you could last the night. You could watch as much crappy tv as you could handle. Pressing further and further into each other. Soft kisses and soothing touches. You had never felt closer to him. The way he cared to assure you, pressing these adoring and doting feelings into your skin.

He wished to protect you. Make you feel stronger by his side. In your shared vulnerability you could feel so connected. You were each other’s comfort blankets. Entwined together.

After this, every time there was a storm in the night you felt Spike pressing beside you in bed instantly. He no longer tried to wait it out himself. Blaring noise to try and drown it out. He reached for you instead, taking his strength from you. You were both still frightened but it was easier when you were together.

You would whisper, talking through how you were feeling. Distracting the other. Laying such earnest affection on the other.

While you were lying in bed he would often duck under your arm, pressing himself against you. Your arm looped around him, cradling him against you. Whispering sweet reassurances to you as you replied in kind. Hushed tone soothing him instantly just as much as your gentle caress.