The next memory saw their arrival into an abandoned house. Majority of it was destroyed, the bannister smashed to pieces, the floors cracked and the walls battered. Past Buffy was holding past Spike by his shoulders against a wall, and then she kissed him. The pair were interlocked, their arms wrapping around each other, kissing hard and fierce. The couple spun and turned, throwing each other against various walls, every surface they touched splintering and cracking under the weight of passion. The building was falling to pieces around them and before long the pair had been tossed through the floor, they'd barely noticed though, continuing what they'd started. When the clothes began to come off Buffy turned away.
"I can't watch anymore."
"Why not? We look damn good!" Spike joked.
"Don't." Buffy replied seriously, her gaze at her feet.
"What?" Spike turned to her concerned.
"It's just...We were so...violent back then."
"Yeah, yeah we were." Spike regrettably replied.
"I'm glad we're not those people anymore." Buffy admitted.
"Me too. That soul I'm telling ya, more than it's cracked up to be."
Buffy laughed and said, "I don't know if I ever really thanked you."
"What for?" Spike asked approaching her.
"You loved me when I felt I didn't deserve it. After I...came back...I was...God I don't know what I was. I just felt...bad, evil. The dark side within me, it fought back, harder than it ever has in my life. But you showed me that we all have a dark side and that's okay. And then you...you proved that anyone can overcome their dark side. Your struggle, your suffering to be a better man. It was...beautiful. Thank you."
"Buffy..."
"No, don't say anything." Buffy placed a hand on his cheek and he brought his up to meet it.
"I always knew you could be good, that you are good." She whispered.
"You're the good one. The best." Spike uttered and Buffy collapsed into his chest breathing in the warmth of his body. Spike's hands found his way to her and he stroked her hair, lightly kissing the top of her head.