She didn't want to wake him.  Didn't want to see the peaceful look wiped off his face.  But she had to.  So Buffy gently shook Spike awake.  He moaned when his cool arms felt Buffy's soft fingers dancing upon them.

"I could think of better ways to be awoken."  Spike said, opening one eye and glancing at Buffy.  She looked perfect.  Though Spike felt that he was a little biased, considering Buffy was wearing well….nothing.

"What?"  Buffy asked, growing confused and embarrassed at the way Spike was looking at her.

"You're beautiful.  You know that, right?"  Spike asked.

"Yeah."  Buffy answered, tilting her head slightly to the side.

"You're beautiful."  Spike repeated.

"You just said that."  Buffy replied, confused.

"No.  This has nothing to do with mirrors, or with love.  I'm telling you your beautiful.  This is so much more than anything we could possibly share."  Spike said.

"Is something wrong?"  Buffy asked, placing a warm hand on Spike's forehead.  Spike sat up on his elbows and then all the way up.  Taking Buffy's face gently in his hands he brought it within inches of his own.

"Your beautiful."  Spike repeated.  Buffy nodded, for the first time getting it.

"I'm beautiful."  She repeated.  Spike nodded, satisfied, and changed the mood from serious to lighthearted.

"Now beautiful, tell me why you woke me at this ungodly hour of the morning?"  Spike asked, mock scowling.

"School."  Buffy responded.  At Spike's blank look she continued.  "Your going to school with me.  Remember."

"I remember…or would if I'd have a decent amount of sleep."  Spike groaned, falling back onto the bed and covering his head with a pillow.  Spike knew he was acting like a teenager, not a master vampire.  But he couldn't help it.

"You need to get up."  Buffy commanded, slightly more sternly.  Spike groaned in response.  Buffy decided to try to get Spike out of bed a different way.

"Spike."  She whispered, leaning over the vampire's ear.  "I still need to shower."

"So.  Go do that and let me sleep."  Spike suggested, his face still buried beneath a pillow.

"The problem is.  There are some parts of me that are hard to wash."  Buffy said, raising the pitch of her voice to sound more coy.  Spike took the pillow from his head, looking at Buffy.

"What can I do?"  Spike asked.

"Maybe if you could just…"  Buffy trailed off and brought Spike's hands to her chest.  The slayer ran them over her breasts and then down to her womanhood.  "…help."

            Buffy could barely blink and Spike had already hopped out of bed and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the bathroom.  However, he stopped abruptly in front of the door.

"This is all wrong."  Spike said.  Buffy looked at him questioningly.  However, Spike didn't need to respond.  All it took were some simple actions.  Spike lifted the naked slayer off her feet and carried her, honeymoon style, across the bathroom threshold, placing her in the shower.  Buffy giggled happily and allowed Spike to lead her into the shower.  Where they washed….many times.

At School

            Buffy and Spike took seats seconds before Biology class started.  Though they had taken biology last year.  Sunnydale insisted upon teaching it twice.  Probably because they had extra biology textbooks and not enough funding.  The teacher began lecturing.

"The praying mantis is a fascinating creature."  She began.  Buffy, Willow and Cordelia turned to Xander, who sat, hiding behind his textbook, red faced.  Spike looked questioningly at Buffy who leaned over and whispered in his ear.  However, she had not gotten very far in the story, when her teacher spotted she and Spike talking.

"Miss Summers.  Do you have a…"  The teacher stopped talking and stared at Spike.  Buffy reached into her pocket, preparing to take out the note that gave permission for Spike to attend classes with Buffy.  However, the teacher ignored Buffy's outstretched hand that contained the note.

"Who's this?"  She asked.  Her voice becoming higher pitched as she spoke.

"Spike."  The vampire replied, sensing something was up with the teacher.  The teacher, Miss Ramano walked over and stood in front of the desk Spike occupied.  While standing in front of it she 'accidentally' dropped her pen.  Ignoring Spike's offers to retrieve it for her.  The teacher bent down and retrieved the pen, pausing for a moment as she grasped the pen, her legs straight, her shirt falling down slightly.  Spike turned back to Buffy who was looking at the teacher in disgust.  Xander laughed loudly and Spike resisted the urge to flash some fang at him, and instead, settled for a piercing glare.  Xander shut up quickly, but not before sticing his tongue at Spike, childishly.

            Miss Ramano finally stood up.  "Spike's an interesting name?"  She said, trying to start a conversation.  However, Buffy cut in, saving Spike, who she could see was going to start being mean.

"So…the praying mantis.  That's interesting stuff."  The slayer said.  Spike held back a snicker.

"What about the praying mantis Miss Summer's?"  The teacher asked.  Willow cut in.

"Everying Miss Ramano.  Gosh.  Preying Mantis is one heck of a bug.  I mean, did you know that the praying mantis is helpful in gardens?  And did you know…"  Willow was cut off by Miss Ramano.

"I get the picture Miss Rosenburgh."  Miss Ramano said.

"Good."  Buffy replied, relieved that Miss Ramano had taken a hint.  However, she was appalled when Miss Ramano proceeded to write her phone number and name on a piece of paper and indescretely slip is to Spike.  Then, walk to the front of the class and continue with the lecture as if she had not just hit on a nineteen year old.  Spike smiled at Buffy, rolling his eyes as he tore up the phone number.  Buffy smiled back and returned her attention to the lecture, allowing the words to roll over her unheeded as Spike's hands rubbing her lower back took her full attention.  Yup.  She could definitely get use to a biology class that ended this way.

"Love is when the woman of your dreams becomes a reality and sleep stops being a priority."
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