Chapter Six

"One more question."

"Huh?" said Buffy, as she lay there panting. It had been a two hour marathon, and he had questions? Clearly the Vampire was deranged. She loved him, though. It made her all giddy inside, the fact that they were together. Such release.

Spike propped himself up on one arm and said, "I was thinkin' about-"

"You can think?!" the Slayer exclaimed, cutting him off.

Spike chuckled as he enjoyed the view of her naked chest heaving for breath before him. Because of him.

He'd always thought things with her would be a work out.

"My head's all like… fuzzy. I'm like no-thought-Buffy. I'm talking 'fire bad, tree pretty' proportions."

"Yeah," he drawled. "Good sex'll do that to you."

Buffy sat up and draped a sheet across her. "Are you saying I wasn't good?"

Spike's eyebrows shot up. "What are you goin' on about?"

"If good sex equals not thinking, and you can think, then that means my sex wasn't good."

She pouted.

He gaped at her, and shook his head, kissed her until she lay down again, then started from the beginning.

"So, I was thinking…"

Buffy smiled up at him. Teasing him was like her favorite hobby. Aside from fighting him, or fuc-

"Yeah?" she interrupted her own wayward thoughts by finally responding to him aloud.

"How far are you gonna push this knowing everything lark?"

With a near expert look of faux innocence Buff replied, "I don't know what you're talking about."

He proceeded to spell it out to her.

"When Dawn said she didn't want to go to summer school, you said she'd meet a boy there, and the Bit believed you, because you know everything, right?"

"Schools have boys."

"Bloody wish they didn't," he groused. "But tha's a different issue. Point is, I think someone's telling porkies."

This time when Buffy had a look of confusion it was real. "Porkies? Is that like a British thing?"

Ignoring her question, Spike continued, "When the Whelp wanted pizza, but went against your topping choice, you said you had knowledge from beyond the grave that you were right."

Buffy burst out laughing. "Yeah, okay, maybe I am over doing it. It's just so fun."

Spike grinned at her.

"Are you admitting that you don't know everything?"

"Well, yeah. But I did!"

"Believe you, pet," said Spike, as he mussed her hair.

She smiled at him. "So yeah, I understood a bunch of stuff up there. But I don't know everything. Not anymore."

"Thought that was about it."

"Don't tell Xander?"

Spike chuckled. He mused about how much he loved the woman underneath him. Around him. It was so good to bask in her light. To see her so carefree.

They got carried away again with the kissing, and the touching.

"This is going to be an excellent summer!" Buffy said to him, at one point.

"Summer? Oh, no, baby, this is for life. Or, unlife. Forever!"

"Shut up and kiss me."

Well that he could do. The Vampire practically glowed as they joined lips and… other areas, and he focused on the fact that she didn't correct him. Forever. Now wasn't that a bloody lovely idea?

THE END!