Spike woke up with a start. It took him but a moment to remember where he was and what had happened the night before. He climbed out of bed and dressed quickly, careful not to wake the Wicca lying naked beneath the sheets.
He slipped quietly out into the cemetery and inhaled the cool night air. This was getting difficult. He had no idea what he was doing, what they were doing. They were close, yes, no doubt about it, but…
Spike sighed. The stars shone bright in the cloudless sky, the scent of damp grass filling the air. He heard the sounds of a car driving past, a dog bark in the distance. The noise of crickets in the grass. He remembered the night he and Tara had run about the cemetery, trying to catch them. He strode over to a nearby headstone and sat down, lighting a cigarette.
"That wasn't very nice, you know."
Spike closed his eyes and exhaled smoke into the black.
Tara looked at him with concern. "What's wrong? Did I do something? Was I not good?" she asked shyly.
Spike looked startled. "Nah, you were terrific, luv, believe me. Gave me a run for my money. It's just, well, I don't know what we're doing here. I just–" Spike sighed in frustration. He put his head in his hands and groaned. "I don't know. It's all so confusing, ya know?"
Tara put a hand on his shoulder. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't know what we're doing either."
They sat there for so long, just staring up at the sky. They didn't say anything more to each other, but headed inside just as the sun rose.
THE END