Waking up besides him and seeing his presence first thing in the morning is one of your favorite things.

You're just so comfortable; don't wanna get up, don't wanna lose the warmth, don't wanna wake him up when he looks so peaceful—for a bounty hunter, that peaceful bit in life is rare and you planned to savor it as much as possible.

But he's bound to wake up anyway, you saw how his beautiful eyes fluttered open—couldn't help but smile, could you?

"Morning.." Spike mumbled, shifting closer to you as he pressed his body against yours. His unique scent filled you with a sense of familiarity, he feels and smells like home. Spike groaned, his stomach growled in hunger. His beautiful brown eyes looked into yours with an expression that you couldn't read.

"How was sleep?" He smiled, fingers drumming against the back of your hand—unsung rhythm in his head. The warm light of the morning in Ganymede made his skin looked so ethereal and his thick fluffy dark green hair looked so soft, so touchable. Spike lets out a yawn, his face scrunched up before relaxing into his usual calm face when he's with you.