A/n so my posting has sucked and it probly will continue to suck. i recently got the oppurtunity to maybe start writing for my local paper so yeah... I'll do my best and try to write when i work my over night shifts. try being the key word. this chapter isnt really important for the plot but it moves the Buffy/Spike relationship along and the Bobby/Dawn. Anne and Connor are together. We'll hear more from them later :) read and review please!

The Scoobies plus Angel Invesigations looked over the map one more time. A part of London that contained several clubs was circled. Very few demon or vampire pins were in the area. The group discussed the plan one more time before rounding up the slayers and watchers to explain the nights plan. They would go in groups and with weapons hidden. The girls could have a night of fun. They all needed it. Shelly, Eric, Anne, Connor and Bobby offered to stay back with Dawn. A crowded club, all the different smells, noise and people would be more than difficult for her. Dawn refused. She wanted to go. She knew Willow's spell was almost ready, a few more days and something would be different. But they didn't know how. The powers would do something that would somehow change something with her vision. As Buffy said, could they vague it up a bit? She was right now and she might still be blind in a few days. The six of them were going out on their own. Buffy gave them the ok to go. Dawn knew a local club in the area that was considered safe.

All of the mentors paired up. All of the couples decided they could use a date night. Kennedy was even home from traveling so her and Willow could spend some time together. That left just Wesley, Lorne, Giles, Spike, Xander and Buffy to pair off. Lorne and Wesley decided to go to Lorne's new pub and see if they could find out any new information. Giles and Xander were taking a group of the more studious watchers and slayers to a museum. Buffy couldn't help but wonder slightly if the group planned things this way. She had studiously avoided Spike sense Dawn's accident, focusing all of her energy on her sister. Buffy wouldn't put it past Dawn to have had a hand in the nights arrangements. Buffy didn't complain- at least not out loud.

Everyone was excited for the night out. Each mentor pair led a group of about fifteen students to various clubs around the city. Kennedy and Willow took a group of the gay students to a local gay bar they knew of, Xander and Giles to the museum, the rest of the groups headed for an area that had several clubs side by side so the groups could move in and out as they choose.

Buffy took one look around the crowded club before heading straight to the bar and ordering a drink.

"Whiskey, straight up." She asked the bartender. She didn't hear Spike slip behind her.

"Make that two but the second a double." He said, his voice right next to her ear. She jumped, more than a bit phifed that her slayer senses didn't seem to be working all that well.

Spike smirked at her as he watched the slightly annoyed expression cross her face. He knew exactly what he did to cause it. He liked the fact that her body no longer responded to him as a threat. That could only be a good thing in his mind. The bartender delivered their drinks. She gave Spike a cool once over, to which he responded by jerking his head to the small blonde slayer beside him. The bartender gave a slightly disappointed shrug before moving on to the next drunken idiot who wanted another beer. Spike turned to Buffy lifting his glass slightly. Mirroring his motions they knocked back the amber liquid in one smooth gulp.

"Let's dance Slayer." Spike was done waiting; he was going to take some action with her. If she refused him so be it but he had to do something. She kept pushing him away after Dawn. He suspected she felt guilty. That if he hadn't been on top of her, about to have sex with her, that she might have been able to stop the accident. Well today he would change her mind.

He led her out to the dance floor by the hand. Reaching the middle of the crowd he turned her so her back pressed into his front. He began to move his body in time to the music. One hand still held the slayers while the other splayed its self across her stomach; holding her flush against him. Her hand that wasn't occupied with his snacked up her own body and around his neck, pressing his lips into the curve of her shoulder. Their bodies quickly fell into sync, dancing to the pulsating beat from the speakers.

Buffy had been surprised for a moment when Spike pulled her on the dance floor. But her body remembered the feel of his and even though their brief affair had been built on lust and selfish feelings it still jumped at the chance to be close to his. His pelvis ground into hers as they moved to the music. When she pressed his head to her neck he kissed that spot, gently scraping with his teeth. His hand around her stomach slipped lover to clutch her hip, pulling her even tighter to him. His hands and teeth awakened fires in her that she thought died when he did. Slowly he rekindled them, stirring desires she almost forgot existed in her.

They danced that way for the rest of the night. Thanks to slayer and vampire stamina their legs didn't tire and they didn't need a break. Somehow they managed to almost keep an eye on the younger students with them. Almost. Little did they know the stories that flew around the dorms when everyone went home for the night.

The pair barely arrived in Buffy's room before Spike pushed her against the door, to impatient to even try and make it to the bed. Besides this was them. The raw emotion, lips and limbs locked in a choreographed dance that just bordered on a battle for the dominate seat. Buffy ripped his shirt off and threw it in to a cornor, her nimble fingers made quick work of his belt. He didn't bother with her short jean skirt, just shoved it up around her waist. Her black lace underwear was ripped off and her white top split down the middle. Just like the first time they came together he was inside of her while pushing her up against the door frame. She dug her nails into his back in pleasure and her teeth into his neck to hold back her cries of pleasure. Although it was rather pointless when over half of the houses inhabitants had heightened senses. Most of them probably knew the exact moment when her orgasm ripped through her body.

Out side the house Bobby and Dawn stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do. They both had had a great night, they danced, talked with their friends, dank a bit. Both were sober and now that the others had gone inside, Shelly and Eric to the living room to "chat" for a bit, Anne and Connor up to the roof for the same reason, they had no idea what to say.

After a moment of silence Bobby leaned in close to Dawn, his breath slowly caressing her ear.

"I'm about to kiss you. If that's ok." He whispered.

Dawn was no kissing virgin, but she was a virgin. So having a very attractive boy, from what she can remember, whispering in her ear causes muteness on top of her newly blindness. Dumbly she nods.

His lips softly touch hers for a brief moment before he pulls back slightly. Still so close she can feel his breath on her cheek he whispers, "you're one hell of a special girl Dawn Summers. One hell of a special girl."

Without saying anything else he takes her hand and places it on the doorknob so she can let herself in. He than turns and walks back down the walk way and back to his small apartment.

Cocking her head to the sound of his footsteps Dawn listens for a moment. As she turns the door open she thinks about what he said.

"Special, ha. If you only knew." She mumbled under her breath. She would figure out how to explain things someday… She just had no idea when or how.