Chill [Somniloquist and Insomniac, S/X]
Two related S/X drabbles, PG. This is the first fic of any sort that I've written, so just yell at me if I've done it wrong!

Somniloquist

Xander opens the window and lets the chill of the night air wash over him. On the bed, he waits for the heat from the electric blanket to seep into his skin before he pulls the plug. Safety first.

He turns his face into the pillow, away from the window, and pretends not to listen for the familiar flick, puff, exhale.

He's been told he talks in his sleep, and maybe it's true because he knows if he says anything else tonight, it'll be "come in", and he'll pretend to be asleep when he says it.

Insomniac

It's not every night. Just every night this week. Spike's steps crunch and crackle on frost and dry leaves. Only cold, dead things out tonight.

The window's open again, though it's been weeks since the summer heat left the air.

Flick. Puff. Exhale. Another night. Spike waits until the cigarette burns his fingertips before discarding it. He contemplates the full pack in his pocket and the hours ahead. His hand brushes the barrier as he forces the glass panel downward.

He knows enough about human frailty to recognize the October chill for the deathtrap it is.