Aaw, its love.
They lay in each others arms, a tangle of limbs, a plethora of appendages. It was dark in the basement, as basements generally are, and dampness hung in the air. In a Romantic way.
He snuggled his face into her hair.
"I love you pet." He murmured, around and errant strand of silky blondeness that had become tangled with his teeth and tongue.
She lay quiet for a moment before replying.
"I love you too." before adding a sickly sweet and totally out of character, "Sweetheart."
His heart expanded and bowls churned.
Suddenly Angel bounded down the stairs for no good reason, closely followed by Riley.
They both saw the tangled plethora of limb-appendages and dissolved in a puddle of disgust.
Buffy didn't notice.
She was too much in love.
And of course Spike didn't die in the Hell mouth the next day.
That would be mean.
The (Very Happy) End