Author: Jennifer
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Spoilers: None
Summary: Series of vignettes, set sometime in the future. All dialogue (heh. Kinda have a thing for it). You've been warned.
Feedback: Yes, please :P
Author's Notes: Originally, there was a little Anya and Willow conversation…but I can't really see myself really actually going anywhere with that so…I killed it x_x eep.

LOVE IS…


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"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth." – Billy (age 4)
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*bang bang knock*

(groan) "Ow."

"Uhh…hello?"

"No one's here."

"Slayer?"

"No, it's you imaginary aunt who wants to sleep. Now, go away!"

"Open the door."

"Just. Leave."

*bang*

"What is that?"

"My head!"

"Against the door?!"

"Well, gee, is that what the contraption between us is called? As you will notice, it's CLOSED, so maybe you should just go!"

"C'mon, Slayer. Open up!"

"Spike, just leave me alone…it's been a hell day."

(silence)

"Spike?"

"Yeah?"

(hesitantly)

"You're not leaving are you?"

(silence)

"I'm right out here if you need me."

"You'll never just go, will you?"

"You know me, Slayer."

(sigh) "As long as you're not hugging the door, then, fine."

"Really? Oh, oops…"

"SPIKE!"

(laughing) "Buffy…"

"Thank you"