"Buffy awoke when a small beam of light hit her closed eyes. She moaned sleepily, still not daring to open her eyes and realize that last night had been a dream. It was only when she heard the creak of bedsprings that the slayer tentatively opened her eyes. And there he was. Spike, eyes opened, staring down at her with the most innocent expression on his face. He wore a dimpled smile and his eyes stared into hers curiously. Buffy reached one of her hands up and brushed it gently through Spike's curls. His hair jail must have stopped working while they were sleeping because the normally put-together vampire now sported a head of bleached ringlets.
"Sleep well love?" Spike asked softly. Buffy nodded, snuggling into Spike's chest and murmuring contently when he hugged her closer.
"How long have you been up?" Buffy asked.
"'Bout an hour. I woke up when the sun hit me. Out of instinct I suppose," At Buffy's worried look he added, "there's not enough sunlight coming through to hurt me. Just enough so that I can see your gorgeous face."
Buffy blushed, obviously pleased and looked at Spike's face. She traced one cheekbone gently before leaning up. Their lips were only centimeters apart and both leaned in gently when-
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Spike leaned his head back and groaned in defeat. "Is it too much to ask for one bloody perfect moment?" He asked rhetorically, looking heavenward as Buffy leaned over his chest and unplugged her alarm clock.
"All better," The slayer proclaimed joyously, noticing the angry look on Spike's face.
"Well, the moments ruined so I think-" Spike began, only to be cut off by Buffy's insistent lips upon his. "Right then…moment's back."