"Stop it!"

"No!"

"I mean it! Stop it right now, Mouse!"

"DON'T CALL ME MOUSE!"

"Don't do that!"

"Gimme it!"

The shouting hit Willow as soon as she neared Spike's room. She entered and she burst into giggles as soon as she saw what the commotion was about, the two were fighting over the controls to Spike's bed, Amy kept putting it down and Spike kept putting it up. "Red...make her stop," Spike pleaded.

"Amy, leave Spike alone. I'm here to relieve you of your watching duties," she answered.

Amy smiled at Willow and flounced out of the room and Willow joined Spike on his bed. "Feeling any better?" she asked.

"Now I am," Spike replied and Willow grinned.

"Um, well...we found out why you're human...your wound got Mohra demon blood in it and it made you human," she answered.

"Can it turn me back?" Spike asked.

"Uh...no," she said, continuing before he could interrupt. "But being human isn't as bad as you make it out to be."

"Says the witch," Spike muttered.

"Spike...you'll be okay, you've got a second chance to do the things you never got to do when you were human and couldn't do when you were a vampire." She smiled brightly at him.

"I think you're right," he answered, his lips claiming hers.

"Oh, isn't that so sweet?" Anya cooed as she looked over at the two sleeping. Willow was pillowed on Spike's chest, his arm wrapped around her waist and her hand in his, they were fully clothed but they both looked well-kissed.

Dawn smiled to herself and snapped a picture of the couple. Amy rolled her eyes and shook Willow awake. "Hey, Will, have fun?" she asked.

"Um...uh...well..." Willow stammered.

"Never tell me..." Xander started.

"But if you're having sex, I wanna know...is he good in bed? Xander's a Viking, you know," Anya stated.

"We didn't you know...we fell asleep in each other's arms," the redhead replied, grinning like an idiot, her hand still tangled in Spike's.

"Oh..." Anya said, her tone disappointed. "When you do have sex...I want details and maybe diagrams."

"'When?'" Xander asked, looking at his fiancee, trying to ignore the rest of her statement.

"You haven't seen the way they've looked at each other?" Anya said and Dawn rolled her eyes.

"I have, it's the look Angel used to give to Buffy, that 'I wanna devour you but I'm too nice to do such a thing,'" Dawn told Xander.

Willow and Spike looked at each other before averting their heads and Dawn's jaw dropped. "Oh...wow...I made Spike blush. Look!" she said. True to Dawn's statement, Spike was blushing.

"Oh my God, here comes the real Apocalypse..." Amy teased and she nodded. "Yeah, they do look like they wanna devour each other." She was glad that someone else noticed that look between the two. "Okay, seriously speaking, we're here to take you home where we'll teach you to be human. And no fighting for a long while until you're better."

"Yes, Mum," Spike smirked, standing up and walking to the closet at the end of the room. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on under the gown, the gown rode up slightly and Anya's moved to get a better view. He did his jeans and looked at the shreds of his favorite black shirt. "Damn," he muttered, shrugging off the gown and pulling the shirt on anyway.

"I think your first lesson as a human should be to buy new clothes in colors other than red and black," Willow mused and Spike gave her a smile.

"We'll do that, Red," he answered. "But let's get out of here before they decide to make me stay another night."

"That's a good idea," Willow answered and Amy pulled her out of the room.

Anya left, looking bored and Dawn followed the two witches and former-demon, leaving Xander with Spike. "We need to have a talk...man to man...mano y mano," Xander stated, he took a deep breath. "Look, I don't care if you're human, chip or no chip...if you hurt Willow in any way, Buffy's the last person you'll have to worry about. I've known her practically since birth, she's my best friend and I will kill you. Just so we got that clear. Truce?"

"Truce, I don't plan on hurtin' Willow. She's the most amazin' creature I've ever met," Spike said. "She makes me...I don't know...but I never felt this way ever. Not even 'bout Dru and that's a lot, she was my sire. Dru killed me but Willow made me feel alive even before I was...well, alive."

Xander smirked. "You really were an awful poet," he stated.

"Hey!" Spike cried.

Anya stared at Xander as he and Spike came walking through the halls, talking and laughing. "What did you do to my Xander?" Anya demanded.

"Let's just say me and Chubs found a bit in common, demongirl, nothin' to get worried about," Spike stated. "Always preferred women, especially redheads."

Willow grinned. "I'm glad you two are getting along," the redhead answered. "And since your shirt has been shredded, we should get more clothes."

"No pastels," Spike warned.

"Absolutely no pastels," Willow and Amy agreed.

"I have other shirts too, y'know," Spike defended.

"Maybe...but they probably scream 'creature of the night' and not 'human of the day', right?" Amy answered.

"Not exactly..." Spike answered. "Fine, I'll let you birds take me shopping."

"Great," Willow chirped, grinning. Amy, Anya and Dawn grinned also.

"You're in trouble," Xander told Spike.