Pulling on a t-shirt, she joined Spike. "Couldn't sleep?" Dawn wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his back.
"Didn't mean to wake you love." He turned and pulled her into his arms, kissing her.
Dawn smiled. "It was worth waking up for that." She looked out at the view, the lights of London stretched out below them. "It's so pretty at night."
"When I was growing up it was all gaslights and carriages. And nowhere near as tall." But even as the city changed, there were things that stayed the same. It gave a nice sense of familiarity, a touchstone through the years.
The traffic noises echoed up the front of the building as Spike and Dawn watched the city stir with the beginnings of the morning rush. A reminder that nothing was static, life changed and people changed with it.
"The sun will be up soon." Dawn looked to the lightening horizon. The sun may well rise, but with the weather the way it had been in recent days, there was little chance that the city would actually see it.
Spike pulled Dawn tight against his side. "I can think of better thinks to do with a morning than becoming a pile of ash." They went back inside, closing the door and drawing the heavy drapes behind them and, much to house-keeping's annoyance, they wouldn't surface again that day.
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