Buffy and Spike were finishing up patrol for the night. They were walking back towards her house, when they were attacked by four vampires. They split up and Buffy staked the first one easily. The second was stronger and took her more time. He picked her up and threw her onto the ground, jumping down on top of her. Spike looked over and noticed she was having some trouble. He finished off his two and ran over to help her. By the time he was bent over the vamp, Buffy had grabbed a tree branch that was on the ground and staked him. Dust. Spike wasn't expecting it and ended up falling on top of Buffy.
"Oh, No. A vampire."
"Slayer."
"Oh, please don't hurt me. I'm just a weak little girl."
"Don't worry. I have other plans." Spike leaned in and kissed her hard.
"How …'bout …we …go …to …your… place? …So …much …closer." She said between kisses.
"Works for me." Spike picked her up and carried her off in the direction of his crypt.
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Buffy and Spike lay tangled in his sheets. Spike is caressing her hair and looking into her eyes. No words are interchanged, but they have a whole conversation with their eyes. Buffy reaches up and kisses him again. He pulls her closer. They hear the door to the crypt open. Buffy groans.
"Why now?"
Spike kisses her once more and then stands up. He searches for his pants, throws them on, and then walks into the other room.
After a moment, Buffy starts looking for her clothes and notices they are strewn about all over the place. She sighs and looks at the floor by the bed. Spike's duster. He won't mind. Buffy gets out of bed and slides it on. She slowly buttons it enough to cover herself, while still showing as much of her skin as she can. Spike would like that.
