Chapter Seven
They were both staring at her. Buffy wanted to scream. "Okay you guys. You can stop staring. Why don't one of you just ask me?"
Xander and Dawn looked at each other across the table, then both went back to eating their breakfast.
"Okay, fine. Don't ask me. See if I care." Buffy got up from the table and went to the fridge to pour herself some more milk.
"All right, Buff," Xander said, "if you really want us to, I'll bite. How did you sleep last night?"
She turned around, closing the fridge behind her. "Fine. No bad dreams. No evil Spike seduction. Nothing. I am completely cured Buffy."
"Right. Completely." Xander nodded slowly.
"Really. Not one inappropriate Spike dream. No fighting, no punching, no rolling around on the ground--"
"Oh gross," Dawn interjected. "We get the point."
"So why do you think they've stopped?" Xander asked.
"Well, maybe talking about it was enough. You know? No more pent-up frustration. That kind of thing. I have you guys, and you've just been a really big help." Buffy blithely went about buttering an English muffin.
"Either that or you're just in denial," Xander said.
"What? No. No denial. They really did stop. I'm just relieved that's all."
"Until, of course, they start up again," Dawn volunteered.
"I don't think that's going to be a problem."
"No? You think you're totally over Spike? Just like that? Please Buffy, even at fifteen I know better than that."