theblueeyedvampire:

“I’ll take the blame, kitten.”

Noticing her shivers, Spike shrugged off his duster and held it out. “Here. I can’t catch pneumonia, an’ you could.” He started glancing around for anything he could use in the drafty, abandoned building to light a fire.

“Thanks.”

Cordelia didn’t hesitate to take the oversized duster from him and slip it on. Like Spike said, it’s not like he could get sick anyways, right? The undead didn’t exactly come down with hypothermia on a regular basis– probably something to do with their lack of body heat in the first place.

Clutching the jacket closed across her chest, she sighed in relief as her shivers began to die down. She wandered further into the building, trying to see how much room they had, before turning back toward Spike. “So, how long do you think we’ll be stuck in here for?”

(via theblueeyedvampire)