Dawn grinned as her sister braided her hair. This was nice, they hadn't really had quality time together since Buffy had come back. And now they were sitting in their living room with Amy, eating brownies and popcorn, watching movies starring their crushes on the television.

It was almost like it had been before their mother had died except instead of a Mel Gibson movie, it was a Johnny Depp movie...Amy's favorite. Currently, they were watching "Sleepy Hollow" and ever-so-often Buffy would stop braiding Dawn's hair to cover her eyes.

"I'm fifteen years old, Buffy!" Dawn scowled. "And I live on the Hellmouth...and I was almost sacrificed by a hellgod, I think I can handle the Headless Horseman!"

"Fine," Buffy said, finishing off the French braid, just in time for Dawn to see Magistrate Philipse get beheaded and the Horseman take his head...oh, and Johnny Depp faint. Again.

"EWWW!" Dawn grimaced.

Amy smirked. "Don't lose your head..." she taunted.

"That was just bad," Dawn made a face and Buffy threw some popcorn at her.

Willow giggled as Spike nuzzled her neck, they had spent hours at the Bronze until they were about to fall asleep standing up, now they were walking home. They stopped in front of Willow's house and Spike smiled at her. "Goodnight sweetheart, well it's time to go. Goodnight sweetheart, well it's time to go. I hate to leave you but I really must say, 'oh, goodnight sweetheart, goodnight.' Well, it's three o'clock in the morning baby, I just can't get right. Well, I hate to leave you, baby, don't mean maybe because I love you so," Spike sang softly in her ear.

Willow shivered all the way to her toes. "Wow," she murmured. He has the greatest voice... she mused, and he sang to Buffy...oh, God...Buffy! She stiffened visibly and Spike stared at her.

"Willow...is something wrong, luv?" he asked, stroking her face.

"No...I'm...it's..." she stammered then she froze. "You--you love me?"

Spike's eyes widened. "Um..." he started, then he smiled thoughtfully. "Yeah, I do."

I didn't do a love spell on him...so he really loves me, she thought, swallowing hard.

"I love you too," she answered, kissing him softly on the lips. One date and he loves me? Sure, they'd known each other for five years but two of those years had been spent with him trying to kill her, two years were spent lusting after Buffy and one year...well, she wasn't sure what their relationship or lack thereof had been. But she loved him, her schoolgirl crush had developed into a passionate love that swallowed her whole. And Willow was just fine with that. "Um...so you wanna come in..."

Spike smirked at her. "Oh, right...you live here...with me. And Amy, of course..." Willow babbled. "And you have to kinda come in 'cause you live here and your stuff is here...and you don't actually need an invite 'cause you're not grr-y anymore..." She was cut-off mid-babble by Spike's lips on hers.

She smiled shyly at him. *Great, Willow, you've been almost un-spazlike for two years and you turn into a complete moron when you're around Spike,* she chided herself mentally. "I'd love to come in, Willow," he answered, kissing her once more. Willow managed to unlock the door without removing her lips from his, they backed inside and Spike closed the door with a kick.

Willow and Spike parted for a few gulps of precious oxygen. "Let's take this upstairs, shall we?" Spike asked, stroking her cheek.

"I wonder what Willow and Spike are doing," Dawn asked, Buffy and Amy shared a look then burst into snickers. "What?!"

"Oh, nothing," Buffy answered, trying to stop giggling.

"ARGH!" Dawn mumbled as she went back to watching the television, crossing her arms petulantly.

Amy and Buffy looked at each other again and broke into another round of laughter.

*You know for adults, they really are immature,* Dawn thought.

Spike swept the redhead into his arms and she giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "How chivalrous, kind sir," Willow grinned.

"Don't tell anyone, pet, you'll ruin my reputation," he said with a mock-sterness.

"I promise, cross my heart," Willow responded.

"Good," he answered as he carried her to her room. He moved over her and his lips met hers almost shyly.

"That was...violent," Dawn said, wide-eyed as Sleepy Hollow ended. Buffy smirked at Dawn. "Okay, you were right...hellgods are nothing compared to Christopher Walken when he's bad."

"Okay...we either have The Matrix or A Knight's Tale," Amy said, reading the labels of the movies. "Who's got a thing for Keanu Reaves?"

Dawn looked at Buffy. "She does," the girl said pointedly.

"So? I'm not the one who thinks Heath Ledger's the sexiest man alive," Buffy taunted.

Dawn's cheeks flamed. "Um...I...well..." she stammered, giving her sister the patented Dawn Summers Evil Glare of Death. Amy smirked and went to make some more microwave popcorn so the sisters could squabble. Family life for Amy consisted of a mother that had tried to steal her body and a father who didn't know she had been a rat for the past three years, it was nice to see an almost normal family life between Buffy and Dawn.

The kisses became less shy and more demanding as time passed, Willow quickly unbuttoned Spike's shirt and she tossed the silk aside. She finally pulled her mouth from Spike's as her fingers skimmed over his chest, memorizing every contour. His low groan told her that she was doing something right.

Dawn stared at the movie, mesmerized, as Keanu Reaves did the bullet-dodging bit. "This movie is SO cool," the teenager gushed. "I mean, it's...changed everything in movies, from spoofs to Scooby Doo."

"Scooby Doo was long before The Matrix," Amy answered.

"Not the series, Amy, the movie," Dawn replied, rolling her eyes.

"There's a 'Scooby Doo' movie?" Amy asked, making a face. "That's just...wrong."

"Yeah, you can't watch TV without seeing an ad for it," Buffy answered.

Amy pondered over the notion of a "Scooby Doo" movie in the new millennium and gave a nod as she realized it would work. "Well...I guess I shouldn't be surprised. With all the drug references, it'd work," Amy answered.

"Drug references?" Dawn asked.

Buffy laughed. "What do you think Scooby snacks are, Dawnie?" Buffy teased.

"Dog treats."

Amy laughed. "That makes Shaggy go gaga?" she asked.

"Shaggy'll eat anything," Dawn stated.

"Shaggy, scared of everything unless he gets false courage from dog treats?" Buffy replied.

Dawn frowned, her eyes widened. "Oh..." she said, frowning. Desperate to change the subject she added, "You know what, Buffy?"

"What do I know?" Buffy smirked.

"The girl who plays Daphne on Scooby Doo looks a lot like you," Dawn answered.

"No, she doesn't!" Buffy insisted. "She's a redhead."

"So? Make her a blonde and you two would pass for twins," Dawn stated, "Same hairstyle, same face...same nose."

Buffy frowned. "Everyone has a nose, what makes mine so special?" the blonde asked, touching her nose.

"Your nose...it's not like anyone else's nose," Amy answered. "It's unique...it has this...thing."

"My nose has a thing?" Buffy asked.

"Yeah," Dawn and Amy answered. Buffy frowned, the first thing tomorrow she was going to chop off all her hair.

Willow woke to find herself pillowed on Spike's bare chest, the sun from her French windows dappling over the two of them. The gentle rise and fall of his chest nearly lulled her back to sleep until she realized with a giggle that he was snoring softly.

She sat up, the covers falling from around her breasts to gather around her hips. Her green eyes trailed over his face, his lips were slightly parted in his sleep, a hand was curled on the pillow by his head, her eyes ran over his neck and she felt a rush of pride as she saw the light bruises on his neck from when she'd bitten him. Her eyes continued their perusal of his body, taking in the sight of his lean chest, she fought the urge to nip at his rosy nipples before her eyes ran down to his navel and the path of hair that led down to where the blanket lay low on his hips just before his...Willow blushed.

They had done so many things...in so many ways...she jerked quickly as she heard the deep chuckling coming from the man beside her, the movement causing the deliciously sore spots all over her body to protest. "Spike...you're awake," she whispered.

"Couldn't stay asleep as I felt beautiful emerald eyes devouring me - I felt so..." he sighed dramatically "...used. You only want me for my body."

"Darn straight," she teased back, kissing him, her tongue running over his lips.

"Well, luv, I'm always one to give my woman what she wants..." An evil smirk passed over Spike's lips as he tackled Willow. She began to giggle...soon her laughter dissolved into moans of pleasure.

Dawn stretched as she woke up, she padded to her mother's old room and the room Tara and Willow used to share, curled up in the middle of the middle of the large bed was Amy, snoring loudly. Dawn smirked before checking in on Buffy, the blonde was laying on her back, snuggled in her covers, a small smile playing on her lips. The girl decided that she would make breakfast. No peanut butter and jelly quesadillas, her stomach flipped at the thought of that food experiment gone bad.

She decided that she'd make French toast, scrambled eggs and bacon. Careful not to wake her sister, she quietly closed the Slayer's door and walked to the kitchen. She gathered the ingredients she'd need and set out to make breakfast.

Amy was awakened by the scent of food, she tried to get back to sleep but her stomach growled its protest and she rose from the bed and trudged toward the smell. "Mmm...it smells delicious," the former rat moaned.

"Thanks," Dawn grinned as she laid a plate before Amy, the girl nearly attacked it.

Buffy soon joined the two of them. "Ooh, Amy, did you cook?" she asked and Amy shook her head in the negative. Dawn placed another plate of food before her sister. "You cooked?" She stabbed at the eggs cautiously and Dawn glared at her. The Slayer merely laughed and began to eat.

"You know, pet, the Slayer and her gang are probably waiting for us, it's already ten till four," Spike stated.

"Would going mean we'd have to get out of bed?" Willow asked, frowning.

"Yes, luv," Spike answered.

"Then I'm firmly against it," she said, snuggling closer to her lover. "I don't think I could move if I wanted to."

"Right then," Spike said, pride swelling in his breast. "You know, sometime we'll actually have to get out of bed."

"Well...eventually yes but not right now," Willow answered. Just then the phone rang and Spike glared at it.

"Don't answer it, Red," he said.

Willow sighed and grabbed the phone anyway. "Hello, this better be Armageddon or I'll be very pissed," the redhead said.

"Well...you don't have to be pissed," Buffy's voice came over the line. "Angel's in town, he says there's badness."

"I spoke too soon..." Willow murmured.

"You two best get your asses out of bed and meet us at the Magic Box in twenty minutes," the Slayer stated.

"Right," Willow answered, hanging up.

"What is it?" Spike asked.

"It's the end of the world," Willow sighed.

"Again?"