Spike and Buffy got back to her house about midnight. He parked in the driveway.
"Spike. I think you might want to park it in the garage, that way no one sees your bike, unless you plan on leaving to get home before dawn."
Spike kissed Buffy. –He was Spike to others, but when they were alone, he was more like William, his old poetic self.– "I'll put it in the garage. I don't want to leave you. Ever."
Buffy watched as he flexed his muscles to lift the garage door. It seems so effortless when he does it. He pushed the bike into it and then closed the door again. All without making a single sound. He walked up to Buffy and put his arm around her waist. They started walking up to the door. Spike felt something in Buffy's back pocket and pulled out the stake she was threatening him with earlier.
"Won't be needing this anymore." He said.
They reached the door and walked inside. Spike threw the stake into the living room. As soon as Buffy shut the door, she started kissing him. She shed her jacket and his and threw them onto a pile of stuff by the door, not caring what it was. He slowly pulled the other weapons out of her various hiding places. With each one he would say the same thing and throw it into the living room.
When all the weapons were back semi-close to the chest they belong in, Spike picked Buffy up with a single motion and ran up to her room. Buffy pulled her Spike to her once more, shutting the world out of their lives for the remainder of the evening. They had already had two hours of the night taken from them by Miss High and Mighty. But they had fun. Now it was her turn.
She threw herself on him and wouldn't let go. They held each other in their bliss all night, never stopping to breathe. Every moment was dear. They cherished the time they had now, for they had lost so much not long ago.
"Spike. Don't leave me."
"Never. My sweet. Never."
