Oh no. Oh no. OH no. OH NO. NO NO NO NO.

Good show, Spike, see what a fine mess you decided to get yourself into.

"BLOODY HELL!" He growled, kicking the side of a tombstone.

*Right then, here are the reasons NOT to EVER hug her like that EVER again.

1. It makes you want to hold on, which is bad.

2. It makes you want to kiss her, which is wrong.

3. You ARE NOT ALLOWED to want her. EVER.

4. If the above happens, Willow will kick your ass from here to bloody eternity.

Plus, it's illegal, in at least 48 states. She's 17, you're almost 125, for Christ's sakes. She doesn't need you bollocksing up her life. You try anything with her, and she'll get scared. Or maybe she'll decide, by some miracle, that she wants you, too and she'll ruin her own life by carrying on with you. She belongs to SUNLIGHT, you fool. Not with you....

And now you sound like the soddin' poofter. *

Spike ended his inner-tirade and leaned against a nearby crypt. It used to be he could hug Dawn and think of her as the Lil Bit, his protectee.

Now it was all just going to Hell in hand basket, all because he had hormones with minds of their own. But there was NO WAY, NO WAY in HELL he was falling for a seventeen year old human, especially Dawn.

He just wasn't.