The Pig

Spike

Author: Evenstar

Summary: Spike's POV (of The Pig) for those snugglin' with Gordo fics...
Rating: G

 
It's not really this silly little stuffed animal I need, it's her, and I've got her. Bloody hell, I have her! I sleep in her bed at night, I eat breakfast with her and the Nibblet. We shag and she tells me she loves me. It's brilliant!

But then, after she's fallen asleep, curled around me, I lie awake. The soul and I are gettin' on alright now, but when she's asleep and I have no one to talk to, memories haunt me. I'm also afraid to fall asleep, nightmares. I feel like a bloody wimp, but no one's around to mock.  So, one night I started talkin' to the piggy. Fuzzy, stuffed thing she's held on to since she was a tyke. The pig n' I have had some great conversations.

At some point I fall asleep and when I'm holdin' good ol' Mr. Gordo, with Buffy's warm body next to me, the nightmares don't come.

"Come on, time to get up," Buffy urges. I want to sleep in, she wants me to get up and make her waffles.

"Mmm...Gordo warm, smell like Buffy," I grumble, snuggling down. I can *feel* her pouting, Gordo and I smile. I love the little guy, for himself, in a totally non fetish sort of way. He's a part of Buffy afterall.

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