Frayed Feathers and Scales

Gilda was awoken by something sliding against her breast, making her shoot up and ready her fists, giving a glare all around.

After a moment of silence and seeing nothing, she looked down at her bed, her mind mostly foggy with sleep.

Several lumps were in her blanket, reminding her that it was rather cold, her body shivering for a small second. She started to scoot back into her blanket, nuzzling into her green pillow and sniffing its wonderful scent.

...

Green?

She opened her eyes and lifted her blankets a little, the form of her beautiful draconian boyfriend being shown. He nuzzled into the pillow, smiling happily in his sleep as a fang poked out.

Any other time, this would have freaked Gilda out. Sure, she was a tough woman, but the sight of this cute Human with a dragon tail, pointy ears, and fangs left her...calm.

She couldn't explain it, but Spike made her feel so calm. She couldn't help but brush his cheek with her hand, making him smile in his sleep and nuzzle into the pillow more.

"Gilda...", the sleeping form mumbled, making said badass blush happily.

She leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, before slowly leaving the bed to grab a drink of water.

She stepped in front of the mirror, staring at her tired eyes. She pushed her nose up with her fingers and made a silly face, before turning the sink on.

She dipped her hands in, cupping the water spilling into it, and gave a long, hearty drink. She then splashed her face a few times, looking back up at her reflection.

"What does that boy see in you?" She asked herself, giving herself a critical eye.

Sure, she had muscles, boobs, and a booty, but Spike was not the kind of man to be into that, he was the type who was wooed by a beautiful woman under the moon, singing songs of her love for him.

Gilda wasn't much of a singer. Or a writer. Or a poet. Not an artist either.

She rubbed her eyes, sighing softly that turned into a groan, before speaking, "Keep it together big girl. Spike is interested in you, isn't that enough?"

She returned to the bedroom, only to see Spike tossing in their bed. She quickly returned to his side and slid in, smiling as he wrapped his arms around her and instantly calmed. He started to cuddle up and nuzzle into her breast, giving a soft mumble in his sleep.

She smiled, rubbing his back a bit, before slowly lying her head on the pillow. She just stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts slowly returning.

Perhaps he deserved a better woman. Maybe he even deserved a happy life with one of his own kind or the pony bloods here.

He didn't think so. He deemed her worthy of his love, and she returned those feelings. Maybe...just maybe, she can see that Spike honestly liked her...maybe even loved her.

She drifted off, smiling happily as she pressed against her boyfriend, sharing his warmth.

Spike sighed as he sat on the warm beach, sounds of the calm, lapping waves filling his ears.

He leaned back in the chair, before looking to his right, seeing Gilda sitting on a chair next to him. She was wearing a cute bikini with a feather design on her breasts.

She smiled at him, gently grabbing his hand and giving a soft squeeze, which he happily returned.

He sensed something was wrong though. He turned around to see a ruined city, piled full of gems and different treasures. He could feel it, his body starting to shift, his bones cracking and reforming, giant purple scales erupting out of his skin. He screamed, hiis body morphing in a painful display, jagged wings erupting from out of his back.

His claws dug into the ground, three toes gripping as he roared into the sky, shaking the trees around him.

He looked to see Gilda sitting on top of the gems, staring fearfully at him, her fists raised in a fighting stance. He looked at his arms, covered in scales and tipped with claws that would shred into metal.

His greed growth.

He felt a twang of hurt in his chest, seeing Gilda in her fighting stance. He opened his jaws, smoke spilling out, uttering a sentence that haunted him to this day.

"SPIKE WANT!"

Spike shot up in a cold sweat, panting softly as he gripped into his bed sheets. He whipped his head around, seeing his dark room, then sighed softly, his heart starting to return to normal.

"I hate nightmares." Spike grumbled to himself, putting his face in his hands.

He stood up and walked to the restroom, turning the sink on and splashing his face with cold water, trying to shake the bad thoughts from his head.

He looked up at the mirror, seeing his body unchanged, then smiled as he inspected his arms, seeing no scales. He nodded to himself, before slowly returning back to bed, giving a soft sigh as he looked at Gildas sleeping form.

He clambered into his warm bed, then cuddled up to his big girlfriend, resting a hand on her abs. He nuzzles into her arm, before giving a squeak as she captured him in her arms, squishing him comfortably against her.

He looked up to see Gildas eyes opened, gently rubbing his back with her powerful hand, making him relax against her.

"I hate nightmares too." Gilda mumbled out, half asleep. She gently scratches his scalp, leaning down to plant a soft, sleepy kiss on his lips. "They are only nightmares though. Not real life."

Spike smiled up at her, blushing softly at the kiss. "Thanks Gilda. That...that means a lot."

"Love you, baby. Get some sleep." Gilda mumbled out, slipping back into some blissful rest.

Spike turned crimson at what she said, biting his bottom lip. "D-did you just say you love me? And...you fell asleep, didn't you?"