A/N: Okay, this isn't very much. I realize that. But hell, at least it's something. There will be more soon, once I figure out how to end all the madness. *smile* Don't hate me…I'm just a little lazy.

"Are you aware…that you make me giggle?"

He smiled, running his fingers through her hair as she moved a little closer to him from her perch on the countertop. "Oh really?"

"Mmm….hmm…and you…make it difficult to…breathe…some…times."

"Oh…I see."

She closed her eyes and leaned in to his hand as it traveled up the back of her short tee shirt and listened to him growling deep in the back of his throat. "Spike."

He looked up suddenly and met her eyes. "What?"

"You see? That's all you're gonna say?"

He grinned, his fingers coming up to her temple and brushing ever so lightly down to her earlobe.

She shivered. "Spike…"

"Hmm?"

"Dawn…she…she asked me if I was happy."

He kissed her chin and made his way down to her throat, still grinning against the skin. "Mmm…"

"I…I told her…"

He licked across her voicebox and bit just a little, not noticing that there was no pain at the contact.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, smiling. "And I said..."

Spike slowed down his worship of her skin to a kiss and then stopped completely, looking into her eyes.

You said what, love?"

"I've never been happier."

He grinned. "All right then."

Buffy blushed but didn't look down, reaching out to caress his cheekbones. "All right then?"

"Yeah, that's what I said."

"You're not…gonna be happy that I said that?"

He smirked, looking around the room. "You've said that to me before."

She frowned. "I have?"

He looked back at her. "You have…many times…in many…ways."

Spike put his hands on both sides of her head and kissed her roughly, mentally taking note that he didn't have to pull her to him…she came on right against him on her own.

She even wrapped her legs around his waist.

They were both getting into things again when someone cleared their throat, causing them both to turn and look at the doorway.

Dawn was smiling sleepily. "I…guess everything's okay then?"

Spike grinned. "Everything is perfect, Bit…perfect."

She rolled her eyes and walked to the fridge, opening it and whistling under her breath.

Buffy took her legs away from Spike's waist and hopped off the counter, petting the top of Dawn's head as she left the kitchen.

Spike sighed, leaning against the sink.

Dawn turned and looked at him over her shoulder. "She rode you hard, huh?"

He grinned. "You have no idea, pet…and…" he frowned, "…never utter that sentence again."

She laughed, shaking her head. "Spike…poor Spike. I can't wait till you move in."

"Move in?"

Dawn raised her eyebrows. "It's gonna happen sooner or later…you know that, right? I mean…you always end up here."

"Not…"

"Yes, always…but…you guys are sleeping together…sometimes…and you're in love…I get it."

He smiled.

"You're…you make me happy, pet."

He walked over and took her into his arms, kissing Dawn on the cheek. She sighed.

"Well…you've made my life better too, Spike," she pulled away and looked into his eyes, "You've made both the Summers women happy."

"A feat within itself."

She bit into an apple, grinning. "Go you."

Tara woke up when it was still dark outside and sighed, trying to close her eyes again.

It wasn't going to happen.

She looked down at Willow smiling and running her fingers through the soft hair lying across both of their pillows, then leaned down to take in the strawberry scent that had became as familiar as air in her world.

She was afraid for Willow all the time and it wasn't normal.

Normal couples knew they could be okay apart but she knew that wasn't the case with her and Willow.

If they ever broke up Willow wouldn't be able to control herself alone.

She wasn't sure she'd be all that good alone either.

She closed her eyes and felt a tear on her cheek.

It was scary to be so in love sometimes.

"Tare?"

She opened her eyes and sighed, not bothering to pretend around the one person who could read her better than she could read herself.

Willow's eyebrows were furrowed and she took her hand, squeezing tightly. "What's wrong, baby?"

"I…I don't ever want to lose you."

"You won't…what makes you think you will."

Tara swallowed. "I…you need to do something for me, Will."

Willow smiled. "Anything."

"I…I want you to quit magic a while."

"What?"

She squeezed their hands tighter and curled up against the woman beside her. "I…I'm afraid for you, baby…I…just a while…I…I'll do it too…it can be a…cleansing."

Willow smiled then, lifting their hands up and staring at them in the moonlight.

"A cleansing."

"Yeah."

She kissed Tara's hand and pulled up on it so Tara looked up, and then she kissed her softly, running her tongue across her lover's lips. "Okay…a cleansing."

Tara sighed then, relieved. "And after the cleansing…we can…think about getting our own place."

Willow grinned. "You're getting as tired of hearing Buffy and Spike grunt as I am?"

Tara smiled. "Don't they know we can hear them? I mean…Dawnie's in the house too…she's only a teenager…she doesn't need to hear, 'Bite harder.' from her sister's mouth…they're going to scar her."

Willow giggled. "We'll talk to them in the morning."

"Morning…we can light some candles and start our first magic free day."

Willow's smile faded some but didn't disappear. "I can't wait."

Anya fell asleep alone after waiting on Xander till two.

He came home at two-thirty and fell asleep on the couch with a book in his hand on raising the dead, and the last thing through his mind was Buffy, and that depressed look she'd had when they'd first seen her.

Buffy woke up with a bite mark on her throat, and remembered the way Spike had purred in her ear while he'd bitten harder.

She smiled in the mirror as she brushed her teeth, and tried to crawl across the bed without waking him.

"Spike…"

She licked along his neck and he growled, turning so his mouth was an inch away from hers.

"Spike…"

He opened one eye. "Wht?"

"Bite me."

He closed his eye and turned away from her. She shook him. "Spike.."

"I'm not gonna bite you this early in the morning, love. Go back to bed."

"Spike…please?"

He opened his eyes and sat up sharply, his eyes yellow and teeth bared. "This had better lead to sex."

She grinned. "If you're a good…"

He knocked her back on the bed and licked her throat once before biting down.

Buffy sighed and clutched at his hair roughly. "Harder…"

He moved to pull away and she held him in place, moaning when his teeth went deeper and he sucked so hard she was sure to have a hickey mark darker than any normal woman should carry.

Spike pulled his mouth away and licked his lips, staring down at her in shock. "Slayer I…"

She smiled. "I know…I…I remembered last night and…"

He grinned. "What…did you change your blood in the last two days?"

She licked her lips. "Well…I have been having sex with you a lot…that could've helped."

"If that's the reason I would've turned many women before you into non-humans."

She kicked his leg. "Don't talk about other girls you've screwed…I'm the only one you'll remember anyway."

He pulled her shirt up and licked across her belly, nipping a little at the sensitive skin there and delighting in her sigh. "I'm sure I will, love…but you won't even remember your own name when I'm through."

Buffy closed her eyes and bit her tongue when he pulled off her pajama pants, tasting blood in her mouth and not caring.

"Nothing underneath, Slayer?"

She smiled. "You've turned me into a slut, baby…what can I say?"

"Thank you, would be nice."

She laughed then, her shoulders shaking and feet curling around his.

Spike shut her up when he licked across her sex, making her hips buck to meet his tongue and turning her into a writhing…well…

"My beautiful whore…" he whispered against her skin, biting down and making her scream.

"Bastard." she whispered, her eyes opened now and staring at the ceiling.

He slid up her body to her mouth and kissed her softly, his fingers grazing across her cheek.

When they pulled their mouths apart they both smiled at each other. "I love you." she whispered, her fingers entertwining with his.

"I love you, Slayer…sex now?"

She grinned. "Of course…you don't call me whore for nothing do you?"

"Hell no."

"Sex then."

Spike moved off of her and she took off her shirt, then laid back down on the bed completely nude.

He stared at her a while until she blushed. "Don't do that."

"I'm allowed, love…enjoy it."

"I do but…"

Spike stopped her sentence when he moved over her and there were no more words.