"Buffy, luv, we're going to be late." Spike sighed as he spotted the blonde ahead, four large bags in tow, as well as the two he was carrying, and the three in the car. "I can manage with two small bags luv, why can't you?"

Buffy rolled her eyes at him as she swung the bags into the back, groaning with the weight. "I am a girl, meaning I need my make-up, my clothes, extra for shopping and souvenirs. You, on the other hand," she added, grinning at his jelled hair, "only need clothes and that jell you love so much." They laughed and embraced, as Buffy ran her hands through his hair. "You should let your hair curl," she said as she spotted the curls by his forehead, threatening to burst free from the suffocating jell. "Ok, luv. But when we're in Paris." The two blondes headed into the car and drove to the LA airport.

"We're here, luv." Spike nudged the blonde slightly, and wondered to himself how anyone could fall asleep during the day. "Hmm….? We're here? Fine! I'm up." Buffy sat up with a jumpstart and was immediately excited with the views. "Oh, my gosh, we're here!" She turned her head to Spike and kissed him, "Thanks for bringing me here." The blonde smiled at her and replied, "had to, the only way to get away from the gang." He smirked, "SPIKE!" she teased, grinning from ear to ear.

They unloaded and went to get their packages, and they met up with a man who was holding up a sign that said Kingly on it. He was their guide; "Hello I'm Wesley. I'll be your guide, and though you can tell I'm not native to this country I know it like the back of my hand." Nodding to a brunette man, "Angel will be your butler for the time being, and you'll meet your maids back at the house."

They arrived at their lodging set in the heart of Paris, an elegant stone house that had four floors, as well as gardens and a beautiful balcony that was white and glittering. "Oh, Spike, Its gorgeous." Said Buffy breathlessly, as she opened the French doors into the Balcony, the sun shining just right on them, and the sun beginning to fall.

"It's sunset, luv." Spike said as he took her hand and brought them to a lounge couch and sat down. They watched the sun set, thinking of tomorrow.

Buffy awoke with Spike next to her, the feeling calming and reassuring, as she removed his hands so she could sit up and he moved his head slightly. She slowly got up, and walked to get dressed and the day began.

Spike awoke with a shiver. He opened his foggy eyes and couldn't find Buffy anywhere. He got dressed and began to pour jell onto his hand, when he saw the note attached to the mirror. He read:

Dear Spike,

You probably found this note while jelling your hair! 

Leave it be, you're already sexy! Meet me by the gardens.

Love,

Buffy

Spike ran out the door, and headed out to the gardens.

He met her, by the lake. Buffy was wearing a soft silk petal pink dress that ended by her knees. Spike had curls, just as Buffy told him. She ran to him, hugged him, and took his hand. She led him back to the picnic setting she had made and they lay on the checkered cloth, eating sandwiches and talking about places they've been while watching the sunrise into the sky.

When the food was gone, they decided to take a walk along the lake. "Have you talked to your father lately?" Buffy asked as she dipped a bare foot into the cool water. Spike looked away, "No, I haven't yet," from Buffy's disappointed look, "But I will, pet. Don't worry."

Spike looked at the blonde who was a celebrity, had an awesome voice and D minor, but was a vulnerable as a child, her past ripping at her insides. How could a chit like her have such a hard time Spike wondered as he pulled her out of the water onto the grass, tumbling with her. "Spike!" Buffy giggled as she teased his hair and played with his lips.

"Aren't you going to reward me for saving you from the terrible depths of the waters?" He said with a smirk, as he brushed her golden hair behind her ear. "And what does my savior want?" Buffy replied teasingly, "You." Spike whispered and their lips teased each other, passion and fire all at once. "Spike." Buffy whispered. "What, luv" Spike groaned with his hardening, "need you….eh…now." she whispered in his ear.

He entered slowly, Buffy crying out from want. "Spike…." She gasped as he reached his climax. They screamed and panted, and it was over.

Buffy kissed him softly, and they got dressed. The couple walked off to the streets of Paris, for a 'light' round of shopping.

This is going to be fun Spike groaned at the thought.

AUTHOR NOTE: What did you think. I know it was a little corny, but I needed a sweet section before I get to the next things I have planned, any ideas for shopping/what next? Thanks for being so patient with my time! Aeropostale Fanatic