Pen and Paper
She watched as he slept soundly beside her on the bed. It had felt right, being in his arms last night. She hadn't felt that way with him in a long time. He let out a sigh as she put pen to paper. She hated having to leave him alone but she had to work to do. She stared at the paper, reading the words again and again before laying it on the pillow.
He woke to find it. 'Spike, I've gone to the vineyard. You don't know what you've done for me. Thank you. Love, Buffy.'