Deeply devoted

He stood there alone for hours, watching the shadows dance through the curtains as she walked around combing her hair and getting ready for bed. He lent back further his back grazing against the rough tree bark of the large oak that grew outside of Buffy's house. Spike had woke up a few night's ago after a disturbing and restless dream realizing he was in love with Buffy. He decided to face the music and forced himself to believe it was NOT a nightmare but a dream, a erotic fantasy were he was Buffy's knight in shinning Armour and she was the damsel in distress. Ironically he was normally the rescued and she the rescuer the blonde, athletic, sexy goddess that was Buffy, the girl of his dreams.
Buffy was tossing and turning, she felt a near by presence which was close but yet too far. It soothed and comforted her until she felt near restful. At last she relaxed into a dreamful sleep. Black silk sheets covered over her skin, a cold hard muscular object lassoed over her shoulders and pulling her close to a chiseled and well divined smoothness of her mysterious dream partners chest. She crawled up over his body and looked in azure blue eyes and got trapped into the beauty when her brain suddenly registered whom she was dreaming about. "Nooooooooooooooooooo" she screamed in disgust, lust and surprise .It was spike!.