AN: I just want to thank everyone who has reviewed so far. I hope you continue to read the story. Thanks for the encouragement. Now on with the story…

Spike lay there wide awake, watching his angel sleep in his arms. Buffy had only been asleep for about an hour, so he thought he would let her stay that way awhile. Besides, she looked so peaceful when she slept.

Buffy slowly began to wake up but she didn't want to open her eyes and find it was all a dream. Then she felt him. His cold naked body laying right beside hers. But he felt so warm right beside her. He was holding her so close and she felt him caressing her hair. He had always loved her long blonde hair. She finally opened her eyes and found it was all true.

"Good morning sleeping beauty. …Did you sleep well?"

"You're still here?" Buffy said amazed. Most of the men she had been with always left her.

"I told you I would never leave you. Now you just lay right here. I'm going to go make you some breakfast."

"Just coffee please."

"Thanks. Because I can't really make anything else. …Well, anything that's edible." He kissed her forehead as he got out of bed.

Spike starts looking for something and Buffy figures out what. "Here just put this on." She hands him a large comfortable looking bathrobe.

"What about you?" He asked.

"Oh, I have another one." Buffy grabbed the silk one from her nightstand. "See." She put it on.

"Why do you have two robes? …One for company?" He added with his usual cocky grin.

"NO! …I bought the silk one and then my mom bought me the very large comfy one I gave you to wear. I didn't have the heart to take it back."

"Oh…I'll be right back." He promised her, giving her a quick kiss. And then he disappeared out of the room. Buffy sighed heavily looking after him. Things were right now. Everything would be fine.

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Spike came down the stairs that lead to the kitchen, thankful that the kitchen didn't get sunlight until much later. Buffy's room on the other hand, she just kept dark. Thick curtains and everything. He figured it had to do with the unusual work hours of a Slayer. He began to sing as he descended the stairs and was unaware of the presence in the kitchen below him. He hadn't completely turned his senses back on yet. He was still basking in the little piece of heaven that was his and waiting for him upstairs. He started to move more quickly so he could join her again sooner.