Frayed Feathers and Scales

The winds howled outside, rain battering the sides of buildings and plant life alike. Had anyone been outside, they would have thought the Gods themselves had cursed them with an unending rain.

It was beautiful, in a strange way.

On this rain filled day, Gilda was currently lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, boredom filling her mind. Had anyone else entered the room, they would instantly tell that this gryphon blooded human was bored.

She adjusted her sweatpants, a loose Thunderbolts t-shirt as a top, and just stared.

And stared.

Aaaannnnnnd stared...

Needless to say, Gilda was just trying to think up ways to distract herself, just staring off into nothing.

She could work out?

No, she had done that this morning, the aching of her muscles reminding her.

She could go listen to Twilight geek out about her books?

Gilda snorted at the thought, she wasn't that bored.

She could...go fuck Spi-.

Before that thought could finish, the door handle jiggled, before opening, the boyish face of Spike poking in.

'Well, speak of the devil,' Gilda thought to herself, before flopping back down, huffing softly.

"Hey, you okay?" Spike asked, Gilda staring blankly at the ceiling in response. "That bad, huh?"

Gilda huffed, Spike walking over, plopping onto the bed with her, his smaller frame next to her. He stared at the ceiling, his mind full, trying to fight the boredom.

Gilda suddenly took his hand, giving it a soft squeeze as she held onto it. Spike returned the squeeze, Gilda slowly gazing at Spike.

Spike gave her a soft smile as he looked at her, Gilda slowly leaning in to plant a soft, loving kiss on the lips; one that Spike was happy to reciprocate.

Gilda raised a hand up, cupping his cheek as she kept the kiss. There was no battling or wrestling of the tongues. There was no biting or moans, no throaty growls of approval.

Just two lovers and their kiss.

When they had broken away, Gilda had let go and wrapped an arm around Spike, pulling him into her side. Spike gently rested his head against her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her midsection. She responded, in kind, to wrapping an arm onto his shoulder.

He has snuggled into her, gently smelling the scent of sweat and some light flowery smell. He buried his face into her, making her chuckle as he planted a soft kiss into her shoulder.

They were lying together. As a couple.

Gilda's heart sped up at the though, reaching down with her other hand. This time, Spikes hand met hers half way, gently grasping onto it.

Spike looked up at her, while Gilda just stared at the ceiling, blushing happily.

He adjusted, pressing his smaller frame into her larger one, his hand lazily tracing along her abs, his tail curling around her leg as they snuggled.

Neither one of them had thought about the other in a lewd way. They just enjoyed each other, lying on the soft, warm bed.

Had they been paying attention, they would have noticed the door was slightly cracked, a purple eye staring at them. The door silently shut, though neither of them noticed.

"Have I told you that I find your abs really hot?"

Gilda blinked at the out of nowhere question, before looking down at him. He blushed, not staring at her, shyly looking off to the side. She smiled softly, before grabbing the hem of her shirt.

She lifted it just enough for Spike to admire her abs, making Spike smile, gently tracing along them with his fingers, awe in his eyes.

Gilda felt a little proud. Not many guys and girls she dated found her muscles attractive. The guys would complain or be all like "It isn't manly for the girlfriend to wear the pants in the relationship." The girls she dated were just afraid of her, and would comment on how odd it was she'd spend her time in the gym.

Spike was different. He admired her muscles, gently nuzzling into her abs or giving a giggle while poking at her arms. He didn't mind that she had muscles. In fact, he often commented on how they add to her, making her look like a badass warrior.

Well, she was a badass warrior, but, she wasn't making Spike call her that.

"You could grind meat on this..." Spike said in awe, admiring her abs, before she pulled her shirt down, making him pout.

"Much as I love how you admire every part of me." He smiled, before pulling him close, smooshing his face into her breasts. He took a moment, then looked up at her, half of his face still buried in her cleavage. "And I mean every part of me...maybe we should go check up on Twilight and ask what she wants for lunch."

Spike blushed brightly, then got up, nodding. He walked to the door, Gilda staring at the back of his head, trying not to stare at his cute, boyish rump.

"You coming?" Spike asked, looking back at her, his tail flicking to and fro.

This was going to be an eventful lunch.