The sun is shining in through the bedroom window, bathing the bed in its warm light. Xander is lying there with his head propped up by his right arm, slightly smiling as he watches the beautiful girl laying next to him sleep. He thinks for a few minutes about what his life has become over the last few years, remembering places, things, people…his smile starts to fade until he hears a little whimper which snaps him back to the present.

He watches her start to stretch a little and yawn, slowing waking as the sun glistens off her long hair.

"Hey you," she says before leaning up to kiss him, "how long have you been awake?"

"About an hour or so."

"And you've been here watching me sleep this entire time?"

He laughs a little as she raises her eyebrow.

"Yes I was."

"How very Pacey of you Xan," she smiles at him.

Xander immediately remembers the retelling of that day in the basement; in fact, he heard it from all three of them. He starts to playfully act like he's offended by getting out of bed.

"What? Excuse me? But I thought Dead-boy was your Pacey?"

He stands there looking smug.

"So, after last night, you compare me to him? I mean, my hair moves for crying out loud. If his hair stayed in place any better I would swear that it, AND him for that matter, are made of plastic."

"No, remember its Spike that's always wanted to be a real boy," she says with a giggle, "and anyway, if either of them is Pacey it would be Spike. Cause he's the second boy in Joey's life like that. Angel would be Dawson."

"Enough," he growls, still smiling, "I'm leaving," he says and turns to leave.

"Xan," her voice coos, "Come back to bed and I'll make it up to you."

"Hmmm…I don't know," he turns and looks at her as she's arching her back.

"Well maybe you aren't very Pacey like after all. I mean, Dawson is the one who denied the girl as she was throwing herself at him," she giggles, "and this would make at least twice now that you have done that to me."

Xander groans, knowing full well what she's talking about.

"That time shouldn't count though; you were under a spell. So just like Dawson spurned Joey, when she was trying to prove she was more like Eve and could be that," he pauses, "why am I sitting here discussing Dawson's Creek with you when I could be doing this?"

He jogs to the bed and slides in next to her, his arms sliding around her back and pulling her into a kiss.

"Besides," he says, "you are so much better looking than Joey, Buff," and he goes back to kissing her as he tugs at her tank top.