Disclaimer: I think you get the picture. Do I really have to say it again? Oh, all right, just for you, my lovely reviewing public. I do not own BTVS or Angel, Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy does. (rolls eyes) You people are just too needy.

A/N: The last chapter featured 2 of my friends, Tammi and Sean. And its only fair that I give them a shout-out! So, thanks Tammi and Sean. All right. That's it. Go home. Nothing to see here. Anyways, now that I got rid of them. I swear they're both total losers. They pratically stalked me to put them in the story. They're both so totally obessed wtih me. It's just...pathetic. J/K! Love ya both! Don't kill me!!!

P.S. I'm extremely sorry this chapter took so long to write. Damn, writer's block! But I promise it was worth it!

Last Chapter Recap

"Everything." Spike whispered, a single tear rolled down his cheek. "I think..." Dawn got her legs back from under him and looked deeply into his eyes. "I think, I have a soul."

Chapter 10

Spike jumped off of Dawn and bolted to the other side of his bedroom. He knelt to the floor, weeping into his knees. His cries of guilt seemed to go on for hours as Dawn just stared at him in wonder. How could this be, she thought? She walked over to him and knelt beside him. She touched his forehead trying to get him to look at her but he just moved away from her touch.

"It's okay." she said, sweetly.

"No, it isn't! I killed them! I killed them all!" Flashes of the pain he caused entered his mind like a knife piercing his skull. Then he thought of Dawn, and how she loved him through everything, and how forgiving she was after what he had done to her. He looked at the most recent bite mark on her neck. At the sight of this, he jumped up and ran to the other side of the room, covering his face. "Y-You can't see me like this!" He curled up into a ball, in the corner, like a cat. "I won't let you!" She walked over and sat next to him, stroking his head in her lap.

"It's gonna be fine." Spike whimpered and started to mumble incomprehensible phrases, Dawn closed her eyes and started to hum, softly. Then after he fell asleep, she slowly drifted to sleep, aswell.

Morning light flooded through the windows of the apartment. Willow opened her eyes slowly and peacefully, Angel, on the other hand, awakes startled and runs into the kitchen to escape from the sun.

"What's the matter?" asked Willow.

"Will, did somebody forget to shut the blinds, last night?" he answered through gritted teeth.

"Oh, sorry." she got up and shut the blinds then turned on the kitchen light. Angel walked over to the couch and sat down.

"Do you think it worked?"

"We'll find out soon enough. I'm sure it did, though. Remember, I'm a expert."

"You're right, I shouldn't worry so much..."

"Are you kidding?! That's your job!!" they both chuckled lightly.

"Yeah, but it's...wait, where's Dawn?"

Back at Spike's crypt, Dawn is asleep on Spike's couch and he is awake, pacing around the room. Obviously, thinking about his soul. He looked at her the second she opened her eyes. "You're up!" he rushed over to her, excitedly.

"Yes, I am. You know, for someone who just got his soul back, you have great observational skills." she turned over and tried to go back to sleep. "But bad knowledge of human sleeping habits."

"I've been thinking about...things."

"Things. Wow, good verbal skills, too. Spike, I know you're in pain but you gotta tell me what's going on before I can help you."

"That's it, I'm not!" Dawn stared at him strangely. "Not in pain, anymore, I mean. I get it, now. That thing, that demon, it wasn't me, it was something forced inside me because some loony bitch thought I was cute. I mean, I can see why." he smiled brightly and she smiled back, they kissed gently and looked in each other's eyes.

"We have to tell Angel!!" Dawn blurted as she sat up quickly.

"What?! Hell no!! Why?"

"You need to talk to him about having a soul, he's the only one who can relate."

"No, if you think I'm gonna pour my heart out to that poof, well you're wrong. Wanker will probably think I fancy him, or something."

"Nice. You know he's not like that. And you know I'm right." She stood up and glared at him with her hands on her hips "If you don't go to him, I'll make him come to you."

"Well, that's just fine. I'll just make sure I'm, convinently, unavailiable then." he had to quickly stop himself before his frown turned into a pout then she really wouldn't take him seriously. Like she ever did, he thought to himself.

Dawn instantly fell to her knees, face-to-face with Spike, she flung her arms around him. "Please, go! It'll make me feel so much better! I'll do anything!"

"Anyth...wait, no, that's wrong. I have to learn that part of having a soul is that you can't take advantage of innocent girls like that."

"Innocent, huh? Would an innocent girl ever to this?" Dawn let her fingertips roam around his chest and his abs before reaching the button on his jeans. She felt his hands grabbing hers, she looked up at him surprised that he would stop her.

"Stop." he smiled. "You don't have to prove anything to me, luv. I know you're bad." he fake punched her on the chin and winked at her.

"Okay, now I can't tell if you're patronizing me, or if you just wanna get kicked in the face, again."

"Neither, I just think you're..I don't know, cute, when you're trying to be all seductress-like." he put both his arms around her and stared at her, lovingly.

Dawn was about say something in protest but thought it over. I guess it's sort of a compliment, she thought. And you do love him, oh god, you're in love. Spike was thinking, too. You do really think she's hot but she's still a little girl, only what? 19, almost 20? That's too bloody young, you dirty old man! But you do love her, but she probably would kick your ass if she knew what you were thinking. He yelled at himself in his head for a couple of minutes before he realized that Dawn was awaiting some type of signal that it was okay to continue with her explorations of his body. That's what she was waiting for, though he didn't know it...yet.

He smiled at her and before he could stop her, her warm hands slowly moved up his body and started roaming under his shirt. "Wait, pet, what are you doing?"

"Just feeling around." she sighed. He could feel her fingertips on his flesh, massaging every inch of the way to his chest. He shivered in pleasure before looking up at her in amazement and confusion.

"I can see that, but why are you doing that?" In an instant his red shirt was off and thrown to the floor, Spike, himself, was also pushed to the floor, Dawn straddled him, continuing to stroke his chest and stomach. "Dawn, you don't have to do this, I know you love me. I mean, I think you do."

"Would you just relax, I would've thought I'd be more nervous than you. Hello, virginity grasper, here! Besides, I don't want those pesky virgin nerves getting in the way of my wedding night." She leaned over and kissed him hard, she pulled back and giggled as she grabbed on to his jeans and squirmed around. Spike's eyes lit up, partly because of the way Dawn was rubbing against him but mostly because of what she had said. "What, did you propose to me, right? I wasn't imagining that, was I?"

"No, no, I did. Well, kinda."

"Good, 'cause if you didn't, I had no idea how I was going to explain this." She pulled out a chain around her neck, on the end of it was the engagement ring Spike had given her.

"Y-You still have that?" He grabbed her waist and tried to sit up but Dawn pushed him down.

"Oh, no, you don't. You're gonna stay there till I'm through with you." she tightened her thighs around his waist, pretending that she could wait, but she couldn't. As she felt him underneath her, his hard cock throbbing against her skin-tight jeans, she took the necklace off, let the ring drop into her hand, and slipped the ring on her left, ring finger. "There. Perfect fit. Hmm, let's see what else is a perfect fit." Dawn barely had enough time to unfasten the button of Spike's jeans before his hand, again, stopped hers.

"So, we are getting married? And it's not because I have a soul, isn't it, cause ya know, I'm still the big bad." he smiled at her. She leaned down and kissed him, she laughed at the way Spike's body squirmed under her kiss.

"I know that. You having a soul just makes things less complicated for me, the Slayer part of me, that is. I've always loved you and I always will. Why else would I put the ring on my necklace?"

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry, please continue." They began to kiss passionately. Spike wiggled around until he found enough strength to gain the dominance of the situation. He pushed Dawn aside and straddled her, she giggled at his forcefulness and cried out in pleasure as he bucked against her. His cool hands roamed her body, extingishing the fire burning beneath her flesh. She wrapped her legs around him and bucked up against him even harder. They moaned as their tongues entwined and in a explosion of spontenatity Dawn's hands reached for the zipper on Spike's jeans. "Wait." he said as his eyes flew open.

"Oh, what now!" she exclaimed, annoyed as she let her arms and legs drop to the floor.

"It's just, well...since you brought up Angel..."

"Now's the time you pick to bring up Angel?! Like I said I love you dearly, but you have the absolute worst timing I have ever seen!" Dawn glared at Spike but he did look concerned so Dawn turned her expression into a more sensitive one. "What's wrong?"

"Well, I know having a soul means I gotta be careful, right?"

"Right, and...?"

"And, well, it kinda made me think of the other thing Angel has to be careful about...you know." he said as he looked down at their entangle bodies.

"Oooooh, now I get it. You're worried about...if we fuck what will happen to your soul."

"Yes, that. And would you please stop saying 'fuck'. I've known you since you were eleven. It's unnerving!"

"Well, as you can see I'm not really eleven anymore."

"Yeah." he stared down at her body and clicked his tongue. "I guess you're not." He rolled over to one side and caressed her arm, then her breast, then down her stomach then he started fiddling with the buttons on her jeans. "Really not." Dawn's body quivered under his touch.

"I've gotta admit I love it when you're like that. I guess I've always been a sucker for a bad boy. Speaking of which..." she pushed him to the ground, again, and kissed him, harsh. demanding, and full of force but still hot and wet, full of passion.

Dawn kissed his neck then proceeded down his stomach. As she began to lick in long strokes over his abdomen, Spike moved his fingers through her hair and moaned at every flick of her tongue. She crawled down to the hard bulge in his black jeans, and began to lick, applying bits of pressure wherever she could, trilling her tongue lightly, he moaned loudly. All of a sudden, she stopped.

"Do you really think we should ask Angel?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Oh, bloody hell! See what I've started! Dawn, I don't really care about my soul, I've been good without it! And about Angel's 'almighty wisdom' well, he's got none! Bollocks to him!"

"I know, but...holy shit, do you know what day it is?"

"Fuck-day?!" he smiled, brightly.

"No, dumbass." she stood up and brushed herself off. "It's my birthday, I can't beleive I forgot. I'm 20, today. Not that it's that important, I mean, I can't do anything I couldn't do before. I still can't drink, well, legally anyway."

"Happy Birthday, Nibblet." he stood up and kissed her lightly. Then he smiled, maniacally, and put his arms around her. "Do I have a surprise for the birthday girl? I think I can think of something to do for her." He picked her up and slowly carried her down the ladder into his room. He tossed her on the bed and crawled on top of her. She giggled and squirmed under him.

They kissed for a long time before he began to kiss down her neck, cleavage, breasts, and stomach. When he slightly lifted her blouse to get to her skin, he felt her hands combing through his platinum blonde curls. She gasped for breath then, suddenly he felt her nails dig into his scalp, lightly, urging him to stop.

"What's the problem, pet?" he looked up and her still massaging her waist.

"You know what I've always wanted from my boyfriend on my birthday?"

"No, but I can guess." he kissed her stomach again.

"It's not a B.J. or a H.J." Spike gave her a smirk. "Or a fucking." He crawled back up her body and cupped her chin.

"What is it, luv? Whatever your heart desires, it's yours. Just name it."

"Well,..." she smiled and looked like she was actually thinking about it, even though she knew exactly what she wanted. "Anything?" Spike nodded his head. "Okay, it's..."

A/N: I'll just save it for Chapter 11. Don'tya just hate me?