Moonlight
Buffy leaned her head against Spike's shoulder, closing her eyes and enjoying the cool feel of his body against hers on the crowded dance floor. Gently she freed her right hand from Spike's and brought it to rest on his chest.
For a moment Spike's steps faltered then he cautiously placed his unoccupied hand on her waist and picked up the rhythm of the music again. For once he was glad he didn't need to breathe, because he'd been holding his breath for hours, afraid that this wasn't real; that Buffy would disappear from his arms like an apparition at any moment. Instead she only cuddled closer.
When the song ended Buffy checked her watch. "Drat, it's time for all good little teenagers to be heading home," she sighed. "Didn't we just get here?"
She took Spike's hand and led him off the dance floor. "Xander would you mind giving Dawn and her friends a ride home?" Buffy asked. "That way Will and I could walk, get a quick patrol in tonight."
"No problemo Buffster," Xander replied.
"Thanks," Buffy said.
"It's quiet tonight," Buffy commented happily. "Deamora and minions all hiding with their tails between their legs, not even a single vampire on the prowl… Not that there have been that many vamps around since high school."
"No surprise there," Spike replied off-handedly. "Not with Angel living in LA."
"Now that was a non-sequitar," Buffy said.
"I'd estimate that eighty percent of vampires that come to the Hellmouth pass through LA on the way," Spike explained. "Only with Angel living there they're more likely to pass on than pass through. Why'd you think he moved there? Because he liked the name?"
Buffy sighed then frowned slightly. "I don't want to talk about Angel," She pouted. "It's a bright moon lit night, not a monster in sight… It's romantic. Just for tonight I wanna pretend I'm just a normal girl out for a walk in the moonlight with a really cute guy, okay?"
Spike's jaw dropped open. "Ah… okay… um yes…" Nervously he offered Buffy his arm and she looped hers through it.
