Disclaimer: First page.

A/N: Ok, it was kinda just scene flashes before, but that was for everyone to get an idea. This will be more like a story from now on. Any ideas you can give me would help too. Just remember Buffy's and Spike's lives are the same, just backwards. And they have memories of that and each other. Sorry for the short chap. But I had no ideas.

I Felt Insecure for you

The door to Buffy's crypt banged open.

"Buffy!" Spike yelled, "You here?" The door slammed shut behind him, and he spun around.

Buffy walked out of the shadows. She was wearing a tight black leather halter-top, and pants, with a loose, men's red button up shirt over it.

'Wow she looks hot,' Spike thought, then mentally slapped himself, 'What am I thinking, this is Buffy.'

Buffy leaned back against the wall, "What'd ya want?" She asked him, 'I'm getting good at this!'

"Umm, there's a demon that needs to be...Ummm, you know..." Spike stammered, still trying to get the Buffy thoughts out of his head, 'How does that shirt stay up?'

"Killed?" Buffy asked crossing her arms and leaning forwards.

Spike's eye's almost popped out of his head at the perfect view he had down her shirt. "Yeah..."

Buffy smiled as she saw what he was looking at. She straightened up, and closed the red shirt around her, "Alright, when should we go?"

Spike shook his head lightly, "Um, now. Now is, um good."

"Fine," Buffy said, "Lets go." She began walking towards the door.

"Don't you wanna, you know...Change?" Spike asked her.

"Why" She asked innocently.

"Umm, no reason..." He replied, determined not to let her know she was getting to him, and fallowed her out the door.

"So what kinda' demon are we talkin' here?" Buffy asked Spike as they made their way through the graveyard.

"Giles said it was a Geithoniel." Spike said, looking straight ahead, and away from Buffy.

"Alright," Buffy said, perfectly calm with the situation. As they walked on, the air got colder, and colder. Even to Buffy, who temperature shouldn't have affected. She clung to the red shirt, and wrapped it around her tighter.

Spike hugged his arms to himself. They were unconsciously getting closer to one another, even Buffy's normally room temperature body was giving off heat in the cold air. Soon they were almost touching, when Buffy accidentally brushed against Spike's arm, his stomach flopped, and heat spread through his freezing body. Buffy didn't seem to notice, but Spike stopped walking. He stared at her, one little touch shouldn't feel like that. Especially a touch from Buffy.

Buffy noticed he was no longer by her, she turned to look at him.

He cocked his head to one side, and stared at her oddly.

"What?" She asked, slightly unnerved by the staring.

Spike didn't say anything, he just walked up in front of her, and placed his hand on her cheek. The warmth once again spread through his body.

Buffy tried to not lean into his hand, she pulled away from him looking shocked, "Spike," She asked him in a shaky voice, "W-what're you doing?"

"You're beautiful." Spike said from nowhere, 'Where the hell did that come from?' He asked himself.

Buffy took a stumbled step back, "I'm what?" She asked.

"I said you're," He paused and took a breath, "You're beautiful..."

"Oh..." Buffy said, she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "Um...Thank you..." As she reached up to tuck her hair behind the other ear, Spike stopped her hand, and did it for her. This time Buffy felt the spreading warmth, and gasped. She looked up into his blue eyes. They looked so insecure, so frightened. She new his history with girls, and he was still hurt after Cicely. 'Bitch,' Buffy thought, 'She didn't deserve him.

Spike realized he still had his hand by her ear, and quickly pulled it back. "We can't do this," He told her in a whisper, "No one would ever understand..."

"Do you love me?" She asked him, 'What the hell am I doing!' She screamed at herself, 'I'm really the Slayer! I shouldn't be here! This is so wrong!'

"I..." Spike started, then just nodded yes.

"I love you Spike." She told him, "We're the one's who matter."

Kerri watched from the bushes. She was responsible fro the little temperature change. She just honed their thoughts in on each other, and presto! Instant romance novel. She'd seen the chemistry since day one, they just need a little push.

Demon completely forgotten, Spike leaned down and covered Buffy's lips with his. If they had looked up, they would have noticed the snow, lightly falling around them.

Kerri smiled from her hiding spot, getting up quietly, and starting back to the Summers resident. They weren't as hopeless as she'd thought.

(A/N: This is what's called a sappy ending! And a cliff-hanger. But the story's not over yet!)