Disclaimer: All characters don't belong to me, but to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.

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Spike placed the needle on the turntable and familiar soft fuzzy sound of the record filled the airy crypt. After a few seconds, The Guess Who's song American Woman started to play and he sang along. On the table in front of him was Buffy's school picture from her sophomore year of high school, and he appears to be singing to it. When Buffy walked in though, he didn't notice. So, she stood and watched the performance.

When the song finished, the needle on the table moved and Spike changed records. From her point of view, Buffy saw that it was a Bad Company album. When the song Feel Like Makin' Love came on, she moved further into the shadows so not to be seen yet.

Again, when the song ended, the needle on the table moved. And again Spike changed records. This time, thought, she didn't see which one he put on. Since he still hadn't seemed to have noticed her, she made no attempt to make herself known. 'He's so cut when he does this. Don't think that, it's bad. He's bad and you don't think of him that way.'

Spike, on the other hand, had noticed her the minute she entered the room. Since she didn't seem to want him to know she was here, he made a plan. 'She thinks she can fool me, I think not. I can't wait to see what she says about this song.'

"This one's for you, luv." He said as the soft fuzzy sound filled the room yet again.

The soft instrumental music of Frankie Valley and The Four Season's song Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You took place over the soft fuzzy sound of the record. And he sang…

" You're just to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

You'd be like heaven to touch

I want to hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank god I'm alive

You're just to good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

Pardon the way that I stare

There's nothing else to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just to good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you."

At the end of the instrumental break here in the song, Spike whipped around and sang his heart out to Buffy, who had moved out of the shadows during the beginning of the final performance.

" I love you baby

And if it's quite alright

I need you baby

To warm a lonely might

I love you baby

Trust in me when I say

Oh pretty baby

Don't bring me down I pray

Oh pretty baby

Now that I've found you stay

And let me love you baby

Let me love you

You're just to good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

You'd be like heaven to touch

I want to hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank god I'm alive

You're just to good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

I love you baby

And if it's quite alright

I need you baby

To warm a lonely night

I love you baby

Trust me when I say

Oh pretty baby

Don't bring me down I pray

Oh pretty baby

Now that I've found you stay

And let me love you baby

Let me love you!"

For the final time that day, the needle moved off the record. Silence filled the main room of the crypt, as the two lovers stared at each other. Finally, Spike broke the silence.

"Didn't think I'd see you?"

She couldn't speak, so she shook her head.

"Figured as much." He paused. "Let me love you baby." He whispered one last time.

Buffy heard and moved across the room. She wrapped her arms around his waist and said the one word that would change their lives forever.

"Okay."

The two kiss passionately as he lowers her to the ground.