I watched her make her way down the stairs slowly, one step at a time. I could sense her nervousness and the uncertainty was coming off her in waves. I stood still as a statue just looking at her, I tilted my head to the side slightly and breathed her in. We moved towards each other slowly filling the gap between us until we were stood in front of each other breathing heavily, not quite touching. I ran my hand down her arm slowly and she shivered and leant into my touch. "Spike I …" I leant in and rested my forehead against hers, she quivered again and looked deep into my eyes. Whenever she did that I often felt like she could see inside me, see into my soul, watch it flicker and burn with all blood I've fed it over the years. "You think you have insight now because your soul is drenched in blood?" She said that to me once, I shivered, she said some nasty bits to me over the time. But now is not the time for remembering, tonight is what matters. She raised her hand and rested it on the side of my face, we often didn't need words and now was no different. I slowly leant in watching her eyes for a flicker of doubt or uncertainty but it never came, I crushed my lips against hers softly as every nerve in my body exploded. I pulled away and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear our eyes locked together, shimmering, understanding.