Fifteen - Ingrid

I was truly happy, in Spike’s arms. We were in his room, with the door closed. He was sat on his bed with me in his lap, cradling me like a baby. The only thing that was different about him was his ribs. I could feel them under his shirt. I hugged him tighter, thinking about how I could have lost him if I’d turned up a few days later.

“I really missed you,” I whispered.

“I missed you more. I really thought you were dead. Whenever I fell asleep, you’d tell me it was my fault, that I’d killed you,” he murmured.

“How could it have been your fault?”

“I don’t know, I just thought... I just lost it for a bit. You’ve always been my grip on reality. And when you were gone, everything just fell to pieces. I wouldn’t talk to anyone, I couldn’t. Not with you gone.”

“But now I’m back,” I said.

“I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”

“I tried ringing you, but you never answered.”

“I sort of broke my phone,” he said. I could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“How?” I asked.

“I threw it against the wall.”

I looked up at him. “Why?”

“I got sick of all the texts and calls from everyone.”

I  smiled and rested my head against his chest again. He was so thin... He really had lost it for a while. I sighed. He kissed the top of my head. I looked up and kissed his lips.

“Don’t leave me ever again,” he whispered against my neck. His breath against my skin sent tingles through my entire body.

“Never,” I whispered back.

I pressed myself against him. He kissed along my jaw and down my neck. I felt my breathing speed up. I put a hand on his chest. My arm snaked its way around his neck. I pulled myself into a different position, so I was sat on his lap with my legs either side of him.

I knelt up to kiss him. I pressed him against the wall. He pushed me down onto the bed. His fingers trailed across my collarbone. They lingered at the top of my shirt. He looked me in the eyes, seeing if I was okay with what he was going to do. I reached up and touched his cheek.

He leant down and kissed me. While our lips melted into each other, his fingers undid the buttons of my blouse. The warmth of his fingers brushing against my chest sparked some sort of energy that coursed through my veins. My breathing sped up even more and each breath was deeper than the one before. His hands moved across my skin. I sat up as we kissed.

He squeezed my shoulder and traced my spine with the very tips of his fingers. I pulled away, ever so slightly. His rapid breaths hit my lips. I waited until I started breathing instead of panting. I felt a tingling all over my body. I pulled my blouse back on and started doing the buttons up. He brushed my fingers aside and did it himself. I kissed him and climbed off the bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“It’s almost sundown,” I said.


“Are you going to go and join the pack tonight?”

“You’re going to make me, aren’t you?”


“Then yes.”

The End

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