"Just another evening, alone..." Buffy thought to herself. It was a clear November evening. The air was crisp, and the the moon was full. With her hands stuffed in to the pockets of her brown pea coat, she kicked the the fallen leaves in the cemetary with her boot. The nights were lonely for her, ever since Dawn left for college, and Xander was always working late. These were the times when she would think of Sunnydale, and Spike...

The last time she spoke to him, or touched him seemed like a life time ago, and she missed him, his voice, and the way she shivered everytime he called her 'love' and especially how their bodies molded perfectly together like two puzzle pieces whilst making love.

Buffy tensed up. She could sense something from behind her and she instinctively grasped her stake.

"You vamps need to start learning how to be a little more stealthy..." she swiftly moved her foot behind the existent ankle, and down went vampire. She had her stake in hand, ready to come crashing down into the vampire's chest when she stopped.

"Hello, pet." a familiar British accent rasped. Buffy, still keeping him pinned underneath her was still. She dropped her stake and stood up completely stunned.

He gave her a thoughtful smile. "Miss me?" he said, as if they'd only been apart a few days.

"Spike?" She asked.

"Yes, Pet. It's me..." he retorted

Buffy shook her head "But you, you sacrificed yourself, and went to the hellmouth?' she was confused, and shocked.

Spike smirked. "I've fought my way through hell before..." he said.

Buffy crossed her arms. "So, you're back, or...?" She dragged out her question.

Spike walked towards her, and he got so close, she could feel his breath. "I'm back..." he whispered. Buffy closed her eyes, this had to be trick, an illusion, she was dreaming. He ran a hand through her hair.

"God, I missed this hair so much..." he mumbled. Buffy stepped back.

"When did you, how did you...?" she was still at a loss for words.

Spike stared at her. "being in the Hellmouth was like my life before you. So, I guess I was used to it. I love you, and you know that." he rubbed the back of his neck "You're my heaven. Everything about you is... heaven."

Buffy stared at him with a longing.

Spike shoved his hands into his leather jacket and looked at the ground, and after a sigh he spoke again.

"I understand, if you've moved on, or you don't feel the same, I want you to be happy... I'm just glad to have seen you this last time." He looked up with a sad smile.

She stepped towards him. "Are you kidding me? I love you. When I told you that last time, I meant it. With all of my heart." She cupped her hand to his cheek

"You're all I want, Spike" she whispered. Spike kissed her. A kiss of love and passion. It was real as apposed to their former lusty heated kisses. This kiss was full of desire, but the real kind that came from true love, and longing. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck. When she finally let him go she looked into his eyes. Spike was hers again, and she was his, and she planned to keep it that way.