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The Final Night
"We're going to win." Spike moved closer to her. She was cold. Despite how comfortably warm it was, Buffy was freezing.
"Come back to bed, luv. You're cold…er. I am naturally freezing and you gave me shivers." Buffy looked at his face which was home to a half smile. Looking into his eyes, Buffy stepped into his arms. Spike was right. He was warmer than her and that was not good. She rested her head on his chest. He wasn't breathing. He softly kissed the top of her head and rested his chin on it.
"Spike?" Buffy asked.
He lifted his head and looked at her. "Hm?"
Buffy looked at him in a way she never had before. "Are you nervous?"
He smiled and looked at his feet. "About the fight or dyin'?"
Buffy hit him in the chest. "You are not going to die, Spike."
Spike backed up a few steps. "Buffy. I'm nervous. I'm scared. I'm anxious. I'm excited. We are about to face the original evil. Of course I am going to die. That accessory isn't for style. It is a bloody death trap. One that I am gonna wear with a soddin' smile."
Buffy stepped forward and kissed him. She put her hands on his belt and started to move her fingers up his stomach. Shocked, he pulled away. "Buffy. I think you should get some sleep." Buffy rolled her eyes.
"What?" she asked. "I am practically throwing myself at you and you want to sleep?!"
Spike took a deep breath and moved a step back. "I can't."
"Why not? Do you not want to be with me?" Buffy asked. Spike looked at his feet, hurt.
"Damn it, Buffy. I want nothing more than to be with you! But after what happened, I don't think it would be…right."
Buffy started to tear up. "Spike. It would be perfect. I forgave you for what you did. It wasn't your fault."
"Buffy! It was only my fault!"
"Believe me. I had it coming."
Spike's jaw tensed. "No. No one has that coming. I tried to rape you after you told me no. I shouldn't have done that. It is my fault."
Buffy smiled. "I forgave you."
"Look, can we just go to sleep?" Spike asked, gesturing to the cot.
"No. I am NOT. I am going to sleep on this….floatie."
"Buffy. C'mon now. Come lay down."
"No."
"Buffy. Stop."
"Leave me alone. I am trying to go to sleep."
Spike glared at her before stepping across the room and picking her up. He tossed her onto the cot before bringing himself on top of her. He kissed her. Rough at first but, then getting softer with each stroke of her tongue. Pulling away, Spike raised his eye brows. "Is this what you want?"
Buffy's eyes were still closed. "Yes."
She pulled him into another kiss. He stopped her and looked into her eyes. "If we do this, we can't go back and take it away."
"Good. Now, don't stop. Kiss me."
Spike smiled and let his lips fall on hers. It was better than her remembered. Maybe she did feel something different. Love? He wouldn't push it. But there was definitely something that wasn't there before.
Buffy put her legs around his waist. This was it. It was the first and last time they would ever be together with her loving him…truly loving him.