AN: Okay, okay, you're requests have been heard, on with the Spuffiness! I am trying to avoid smutty/slashy moments, those are for another story. Instead this will be a bit on the tasteful side. Here is a whole chapter of Spuffy goodness, enjoy. ;) PS: Thanks for all the reviews, I really do appreciate you guys! You have inspired me to pump out a chapter a day (what did you think I was pumping?).

Buffy was walking in a tunnel made of stone. She could hear him laughing, it chilled her to the bone. She was alone, wearing the white dress she first confronted him with. As she reached the end of the tunnel she saw him. It was the Master, she hadn't had dreams like this recently. He was holding Spike's lifeless body, she could see the holes in his neck, he was drained. As the Master dropped his body he looked up at her, his mouth red with blood, he smiled at her. As the body dropped the Master dug his nail into his wrist, and let the blood drip into Spike's dead mouth.

"There are some things you will never control Slayer. Some things so much bigger than you you could barely comprehend them." As the Master finished he transformed into Angelus. "What princess you didn't think I was gone too? Gosh, I'm just waiting to get my hands on the two of you, I'll make quick work of you two, so powerless, it'll be like killing nuns in a convent." As he brought his hands up to clap at the thought he changed into a pale vampire she didn't know. "This battle is not yours, this time. I have a score to settle and if I have to kill you to do it, I will." As Spike began to rise, he took vamp face and looked at her, mouthing her name as the pale vamp brought down a stake straight to his heart. He dusted before her eyes. All she could do is scream, the vamp moved so quickly she didn't realise he was behind her, she felt his hands on her head as he began to snap her neck things slowed down...

"BUFFY! BUFFY!" She could hear the voice calling her back. He was shaking her.

She sat straight up and took in a huge breath. Her face was wet with tears, her tee shirt soaked with sweat, she was shaking. She looked around like a spooked cat.

"Shhhh, love it'll be alright." He wrapped his arms around her, and gently stroked her hair. "It was just a bad dream, everythings alright now, Spike's here, I won't let them hurt you."

"How did you know?"

"I'm sure you could have woke the dead with all the screaming, when I came in you were screamin' my name. At first I thought it was a different kind of dream." A wicked grin passed over his lips, "But then you started with the convulsing and the 'NO!' and I figured it wasn't as nice as previously thought."

"Oh, I'm fine, totally okie dokie."

"Pet, you're soaking wet, and look like, well I've never seen you this terrified." He noticed Buffy staring off into space, "Ground control to Major Tom?"

"What? Who's Tom? Oh, I'm fine."

"Once more with even less feeling, pet. Up with you, and into some dry clothes, wash you up a bit and put you back to bed."

Buffy looked straight at him, straight in his eyes, "He killed you, right there, right in front of me, and I couldn't do anything. I was too late." Tears were glazing over her eyes, she tried to blink them back, "I didn't do anything. Don't let him hurt you."

"Shhh, it was just a dream, no one's going to be hurting me anytime soon. Not with my slayer protecting me at least." He smiled at her, but he could see it was little comfort. He got up and rummaged through her clothes, finding her a clean, dry tee shirt. He went into the bathroom and returned with a damp washcloth. He wiped her face, and her neck. She just sat there, looking at him, watching him move. "Here, put this on." He handed her the tee shirt, she didn't have the energy to take it from him. Instead he sat behind her, pulling the shirt over her head.

"So shy suddenly?"

"What, love?"

"Why so shy? Ha! That rhymed, I'm like a poet." She fell back against him, and rolled over, pinning him down. "I don't remember you being this shy, its not like you haven't seen me topless before, Spike."

"Things have changed Buffy." He was using every bit of restraint he had in him to deny her. He rolled her off, and threw the shirt at her. "I thought things had changed, maybe I was wrong." He stood up and went towards the door.

"Spike?" Buffy's voice was barely audible, he wished he still had his vampire senses.

He didn't turn to look at her, "Yes."

"I'm sorry, my heads all messy right now. The dream made me think I was going to lose you, again." She put the shirt on.

"I'm not planning on going anywhere."

"He said there were things that were out of my control, that they were just waiting to destroy us. I didn't want it to happen before, before, I don't know, before we could be with each other."

He turned around, "No one's coming between us, I promise."

"You also said you'd never leave me."

"Love, I was barely gone for a day!"

"Don't leave me, now, stay here with me. What if I have another..."

"I'll stay, but no naughty touching."

"'pends on what you consider naughty." A devilish smile passed over her lips as she patted the bed.

"Tsk, Tsk" he pointed his finger at her, "I think I know who's been plenty of naughty."

Buffy giggled as he sat down next to her. "I'm just kidding you know. I just want you to hold me, I can't be without you right now, maybe not ever."

Spike tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her on the forehead, and then on the lips, more deeply than before. Buffy felt something stir within her, a hunger for him. He pulled away first."God, I've missed you." He studied her face, tracing her cheek with the back of his hand. He then wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled into him, her head on his chest.

"Spike?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

He swallowed hard, he had waited so long to hear those words, and this time he couldn't deny her. "I love you too." He gave her a squeeze, and she settled in both of them falling asleep quickly.

They woke in the morning. It was the first night either had gotten more than 4 hours sleep. Spike woke first. Buffy was sprawled across him, clinging to him, breathing softly on his chest. He ran his hand through her hair, that gorgeous golden shampoo commercial hair. She stirred, he kissed her forehead.

"Mmm, g'morning." She stretched slightly against him, settled back into her former position and looked up at him with those big green eyes.

"Morning." He tried to move beneath her.

"Not so fast mister! You aren't going anywhere!" She pinned him down harder. "I think its time for a lazy butt morning in bed. Cos we don't have emminent apocalypse foreboding over us."

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

"Uh? Oh human, right, yeah please do." Buffy let Spike up. "Can you bring me a glass of water?"

"Of course."

Buffy waited until he was safely in the bathroom before she started to do a self-congratulatory wiggle dance. "Ooo I am so cool, la dee da" She got out of bed and started hopping around like a bunny on speed, "Ooo I rule, Ooo boys drool, Ooo something that rhymes with ool." She was bopping her head back and forth, letting her hair thrash around, so some beat in her head.

"So is that you're sexy dance?"

She stopped. "What? Oh." Her face turned bright red.

"It's nice to see you so happy that you are dancing around like a freak." He walked over and swept her up in a kiss, as the kiss deepened Buffy could feel the draw between them, the power.

"I was wondering how long it was going to be before I got a super-Spike kiss."

He raised his scarred eyebrow, and smiled at her, "Super-Spike? Do I have to wear tights?"

"No tights, maybe a cape though." She smiled at him, he reached down and picked her up carrying her over to the bed. she looked up at him, and he could see it in her, she really did love him, something inside of her had changed since he last saw her in a moment of intimacy. She was opened up, like a flower in spring which has finally had enough sunlight to gather the strength to open to reveal a beautiful bloom.

He laid next to her, she reached her hand up and weaved her fingers through his hair, bringing his ear to her mouth. She kissed the lobe and whispered, "Make love to me William."

It always cut him straight to the bone when she called him by his given name. He felt like the king of the world, if he could bottle this moment he would want nothing more from this life. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, so full of kindess, and joy, something he had rarely seen within those depths. Slowly he leaned in to her, she closed her eyes and he lightly brushed his lips over hers, then returned and kissed her more deeply. Memories flooded back to him as their tongues mingled, her taste filling his mouth. He placed a hand on her hip, pulling her closer to him, she wrapped a leg around him, they couldn't get close enough to each other.

They fell into synch with each other quickly, shedding clothing, exploring each other as if it were their first time together. Neither of them had ever experienced something like this before. He was so gentle with her, Buffy knew that he had always wanted to be with her like this, but that she wouldn't let him cherish her like this. Now though, it was different, she wanted this, she wanted this so badly, it seemed like this moment was what she had lived the last year for, this was why she had to close the hellmouth, so she could have moments of time like this. She didn't take here eyes off him the entire time, she was afraid to blink, thinking that maybe she was dreaming all of this. She had dreamt of him treating her like this once before, when she was using him, after the night they had shared at the bronze. He was so careful, he acted as though she could shatter at any moment, like a china doll or crystal vase. When she came she had hold back tears, as he collapsed on her, she felt him trying to do the same. They laid there like that for a while, holding each other.

There was a knock at the door. Both of them looked at each other with a reluctant sigh.

"Who is it?" Buffy called out.

"It's me, I know you two are in there. Can I come in?" It was Willow.

"Will, um we are kinda in bed."

"This is important, and I don't care if you are in bed, you know this."

"Come on in Red, lets hear what you've got."

Willow walked in the room. She blushed as she took her first look at the pair. She found a chair and pulled it closer to the bed, just not too close. Willow looked at Buffy *Well at least he didn't lose that tight little body?* Buffy's eyes grew wide. Her and Willow had been doing a lot of telepathic communicating recently. *Willow! and to think I thought you were playing for the other team.* Buffy smiled at her. *Hey that doesn't mean I can't admire or appreciate a guy who looks that good without a shirt.*

"Girls! Stop it!"

Both of them looked at Spike, alarmed. "Don't think I can't hear that? I know what you two are doing. Thank you Willow, but I thought you had something to tell us?"

"Uh, yeah." Willow looked embarrassed. "Okay Giles and Wesley had way too much fun with those books, I mean it was like Watcher's Gone Wild, all they were missing were those Mardi Gras beads. They did find somethingout about those rings. They are Camille-Varian, but they belong to the warriors of the group. Its like a medal, but it goes on their fingers."

"What's up with all the baddies and their rings?" Buffy asked remembering the order of Turoka and their rings.

"I don't know, but their like the special-ops team for their clan. They only get sent out on really important jobs."

"So was the girl I saw important? Maybe she's got something they want?" Spike asked.

"No, it was more of a set up, I think they were trying to coax Angel out. Wes and Giles think that they may be looking for the two of you, I think they have a score to settle."

"I don't think Angelus ever ran into them. Dru and I did, but it was more of an us running away trying to save ourselves situation."

"They attacked you?"

"In a sense, they tried to burn down the flat we were staying in, but we had been out that night. Dru had a thing for the red light district. When we came back the flat was, well flat. There was a few of them still there, they saw us, and the chase began. We made it to a warehouse just before sunrise, the two who were chasing us weren't so lucky, they ended up piles of jelly."

"Do you know why they wanted the two of you?"

"Nope, we just figured we were stomping on their territory. Europe's like that, everyone's got a territory and if you cross borders you get attacked, sometimes its fun, but no one messes with these guys." Spike was serious.

"Well they are still looking into why they were trying to get Angel out, I don't know if they know about you yet."

"They probably do."

"Why?"

"Well, when the watchers were researching didn't they learn what they are, or were?"

"They didn't mention it to us."

"Camille-Varian, means pale variety. But its not variety as in type, its variety in more of a chameleon way. They are shapeshifters, that's why they can look human. More so though they are sort of like Empath demons, they have sight. Sort of an all knowing, all seeing, can look however they like group of vampires. The reason they were never defeated in the crusades was that they saw them coming, and made a hell of a dusty mess wiping out the troops."

"So wait, they can look like anyone they want and know everything? Gee that's not an unfair advantage or anything." Buffy said with disbelief.

"Not exactly. They are restricted. They can look human, but their human form isn't very human looking, they are very pale, with ice blue eyes, and near to white hair, you can nearly see their veins under the skin, they look like blue rivers on a map. I'm surprised I didn't recognize them in my vision, but it happened so fast. They can't take a particular humans form or anything. They can masquerade as other types of demons, but they are always pale with those blue eyes. They don't travel outside of the Nordic regions much, because there they aren't so striking. Also there are no whatwe would consider females, they always take male form. They may have sight, but all you need are two eyes to recognize them. Not all of them have the sight either, the oldest and wisest of sorts have the vision, they sort of command the others what to do."

"We gotta get this info to Wes & Giles. I think everyone needs to know this stuff, and I know this is only the tip of the iceberg isn't it?

"Red, please, stay out of my head, or you might make me take a trip in yours."

"Sorry, I'll let you two get dressed and stuff, we have food downstairs. Dawn and Andrew made chocolate chip pancakes, and they didn't end up all burned. So if you don't hurry there won't be any left." Willow got up and left, closing the door behind her.

"You can do that now? Get in people's heads?"

"Love, I could always do that, I just don't."

Buffy looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"All vamps sort of have gifts. Some of us just don't use them. Dru had sight, and that thrall thing she could do with her hands, make people all hypnotized. Well I can sort of get inside people's heads. 'Aven't done it in a while, but I can if I want to. How do you think I know so much about the lot of you?"

"Shut up! Why has no one told me this before? What am I thinking?"

"You'd rather not go downstairs right now, instead you'd prefer another go around with me." He replied with a smile.

"Oh My God!"

"Love I didn't need to read your mind to know that. It's written all over your face." He kissed her hard and got up to get dressed.

"Hey that's not fair!"

"Just letting you know, it's been a while since I've had a girl about. I think you just may have your plate full with me." He winked at her. "I'll stop back here in 5 minutes, you'd better be dressed and ready to go down, I mean head downstairs, otherwise I'm dragging you down as is."

"But I'm all icky, I need a shower."

"You're not icky, now get up, you've got five, otherwise you don't want to know what I'm going to have to do to you later!"

"Well if thats the case, then I'm not moving a muscle."

He gave her a look which she knew was the, 'come on slayer, cut it out' look. He headed back to his room and she got up. Her hair looked like some sort of lightsocket experiment gone wrong. She tamed it into a bun on her head, which was more like a big knot, and threw on some clothes, a pair of her favorite work-out pants and a tank top with a zipper sweatshirt. She wasn't concerned with being a fashion goddess. Spike stopped by and they headed down together.

When they got to the lobby they could hear laughter coming from the kitchen, and a familiar voice. They headed towards the ruckus, as they entered the room the laughing stopped. A familiar face stopped, putting her hands on her hips she turned around.

"What? Oh, look its Buffy and her lap dog!." The group started laughing again.

Buffy stopped in her tracks, "Cordelia?"