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Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, I just manipulate it

God I can't believe that overly bleached moron! Buffy thought as she trudged toward Spike's crypt, stake in hand. He had gone a little too far this time. As if finding (and cleaning up) cigarette butts beside her tree every morning didn't constitute slight wiggins, his "sensitive" note that he had buried under the fall leaves for her to find was too much. She was lucky that Dawn or one of the Scoobies hadn't found it first. Stupid, careless vampire. Buffy fumed as she weaved through the countless headstones in her way.

-Earlier that morning-

Buffy yawned as the sun shone through her window. Her eyes fluttered open to greet the new day, one of which she was sure would bring some sort of danger. As per usual, her thoughts immediately went to Spike. The clear image of his perfectly chiseled chest hovering over her as his gaze meets hers, filled with lust and desire claws its way to her focus. A slight smile crossed her lips for a split second before she shook it away.

Bad Buffy, she silently scolded herself. You cannot think of Spike like that! She made her signature 'yuck' face as she crawled out of bed. Her thoughts landed back on the bleached vamp when she remembered the pile of cigarette butts that would most likely be sitting in front of the sycamore on her lawn.

Rummaging through her closet, Buffy grabbed a long sleeved red shirt and threw on a pair of jeans. Her groggy brain led her feet to the base of the rooted giant. The cool autumn air was coupled with golden brown leaves littering the ground all around her. She noticed the faint smell of charred cigarettes still lingering around the area where Spike would stand every night without fail. Buffy had tried to convince herself that he was there to protect her, standing watch valiantly against any baddies that might cross him. A small voice in the back of her mind would always tell her otherwise.

The cleanup session began as she riffled around in the leaves, searching for the cast away ends of poison left behind her lover. Lover…has a nice ring to it. The smirk from earlier crossed her lips yet again, only disappearing when her eyes fell upon a stray piece of paper, folded in half and baring a name written in a calligraphic style; Slayer. Buffy rolled her eyes as she opened up the small note.

Slayer,

I see it fit to express my actual feelings for you. Love, you are the most extraordinary human I've ever been around. Whenever I met Dru I thought, hell this is it. This is my girl, forever. Sadly enough she didn't give a damn about me, she just needed a play thing. You though, you have fire. The passion that you radiate is beyond any poetic sense. I've been in awe of you since the day we locked eyes, even when soddin Angelus tried to destroy the world and you along with it. It's why I sought you out from then on. I didn't care if you hated me or took a liking to me I just wanted to be around you, pet. And now that I have you in the most intimate way possible, I want to be around you all the time. Just to be in your presence is glorious. I want to make you feel, every second of every day. You're my sweet perfection, love.

Yours, Spike

The fact that she was totally taken aback was no surprise, what shocked her was that she actually had butterflies in her stomach. This cannot be happening.