They awoke a mound of flesh, tangled within her sheets. Buffy looked at him and smiled. Then she kissed him softly.

"Spike?"

"Buffy, my luv. Yes, it's me. I'm still here."

Buffy kissed him again. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. Then it hit her.

"Glory!"

"What? Oh bloody 'ell."

Buffy looked at the clock. 10:15. Oh, no. How were they going to explain it to Giles?

"Giles is going to kill us!"

Buffy grabs the robe next to her bed and jumps out of bed heading for the closet. Spike starts frantically searching for his clothes. He found his pants. Black jeans of course. But his shirt was no where to be found.

"Buffy. My shirt? Can't find it!"

Buffy comes walking out of her closet ironically wearing her black leather pants and a red, clingy, low-cut tank top. My colors. And she looks oh-so-good in them.

"Um…" Buffy remembered what happened. "Downstairs."

The phone rings. She answers. Its Giles.

"Buffy where are you? You're late. That's not like you. Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine. Spike and I are on our way."

"Spike? He's still there?"

Spike walks in holding his shirt. He hears Buffy on the phone.

"Yeah, we lost track of time. We were um…" Think of something to say. You can't exactly tell him the truth.

"Working out." Giles said. He still thought he could predict what his Slayer was doing. "I told you before not to train with Spike."

Buffy tried not to laugh. "Yes we were working out and lost track of time. You know how I get when I'm training. We'll be right over. Won't take but a minute."

Buffy hung up the phone and walked back over to Spike. She wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled looking into his eyes.

"Do we have to go fight Glory tonight? I want to stay here."

"Afraid we have to save the world Luv." He looked down at the shirt in his hands. "I …um…We ripped it."

Buffy laughed. While talking she begins to trace designs on his chest. "Then don't wear a shirt. Go just like that. That'll distract her long enough for me to kill her."

"Sorry. Don't think that'll be wise. You wouldn't happen to have anything, would you?"

"Actually.." She walked to her closet and retrieved a red button up shirt like what he normally wears and one of his solid black tees. "You left 'em here one night when I had to bandage you up. 'Bout a month ago."

"So you kept 'em this whole time and never gave 'em back."

Buffy eyed Spike playfully. "What you gonna' do 'bout it?"

"Nothing. …For now? But later…Umm. …Come on. We gotta' get to the Magic Box before they send a search party after us."

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Buffy kisses Spike one last time when they reached the door. He grabs her jacket and hands it to her. Then he picks his up from the ground and puts it on. Spike grabs the bag of weaponry. Buffy and Spike walk out of the house. They stop so Buffy can lock the door. Spike wraps his arms around her waist.

"If it's possible, you look even more beautiful without all your make-up on."

"Really?"

"Its still me. I wouldn't say it if it weren't true. You're gorgeous all the time. …Even when you're kicking demon ass."

Spike keeps one hand wrapped around her waist and holds the duffel bag in the other. Buffy slips her hand around his waist. When they reach his motorcycle, Spike kisses Buffy.

"Bet now you don't mind holding on real tight."

"Never did actually. I enjoyed it. Think I could drive this time?"

"Do you know how to drive a motorcycle?"

"No, but you can teach me."

Spike sits on the bike and Buffy kisses him one last time. Then she gets on behind him.

"I thought you wanted to drive."

"Decided I had something else I wanted to do instead."

Intrigued. "Really?"

"Uh, huh."

They drive off. Not long after Spike turns the corner down her street, Buffy starts kissing his neck and biting his earlobe playfully. Spike keeps trying to turn around to get her to stop because she's distracting him, but she makes him turn back around to face the road.