"Spike, remember a few days ago when we kissed?" Buffy asked the vampire on whose lap she sat. The two were watching Passions and when Buffy's constant fidgeting had distracting Spike from the show he had pulled the Slayer onto his lap and held her still.
"Yes, as I catalogue all the kisses we've shared so that there's no chance of me ever forgetting a single one," Spike responded sarcastically. Buffy turned to face Spike and narrowed her eyes.
"I mean for the first time, in the training room. You were trying to distract me from asking about the new baddie lying on the horizon."
"I remember," Spike said, somewhat distracted by the television.
"Spike, listen to me, this is important," Buffy insisted. Spike rolled his eyes dramatically before hitting the power button on the remote control, plunging the room into almost total darkness.
"We've only been together for a few days and already you're trying to change me, not letting me watch Passions," Spike grumbled.
"You've seen that episode three time!" Buffy exclaimed. "You said that as soon as it came on."
"Well, I like that one," The Vampire protested weakly, knowing that Buffy was right. It was the Slayer's turn to roll her eyes and after doing so she got back to her original point.
"What's the Big Bad that's coming Spike?"
Spike sighed, knowing that she wouldn't let the matter drop. Considering the options for a few scant seconds he realized that it would be better if she knew. "Follow me, love. You need to see it for yourself," Spike said. He removed the Slayer from his lap and slipped his boots on before exiting her apartment, trusting her to follow.
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"S-Sp-Spike?" Buffy said weakly, "Not to sound really girly or anything, But it's just that we're walking together, late at night, in a dark alley, and I'm thinking-"
"You're not scared Slayer, are you?" Spike teased.
"Of course not. I'm just saying that" Buffy began. However, in the distance a loud bang was heard and Buffy shrieked.
"That was a car backfire love," Spike said, looking at the Slayer who clutched his arm, an expression of abject fear on her face.
"Oh," Buffy replied meekly.
"You can beat up a demon until the cows come home but you scream bloody murder every time you see a spider and you can't stand walking through alleys at night," Spike chuckled. "You really are a mystery Summers."
"Yeah well, you're being pretty mysterious yourself tonight mister. Leading me through dark alleys and not telling me where we're heading. And I hope you don't expect me to fight because I only brought one stake and I," Buffy babbled.
"I know love, I know." Spike thought for a moment before speaking. "You once asked me where I lived. I told you that someday I might show you. Today love, is your lucky day."
"So this Big Bad you're showing me is what, you're dirty laundry?" Buffy asked with a smirk.
"It's in a book in my apartment. Now shush or you'll wake the locals," Spike said, squeezing Buffy hand as he sensed her unease, another piece of the eternal mystery of Buffy Summer's. Spike wouldn't have it any other way.