A/N: I have been having a little bit of writer's block lately. I have a lot of ideas but I'm not quite sure how I will use them. Here is an important chapter to kinda tide you over! This chapter is the real turning point for Buffy and Spike's relationship. I included Natalie Merchant's 'My Skin' in the cahpter because ittells all the feelings that Buffy is having. If you have never listened to this song, you should - especially while you are reading this chapter. I am hoping to have the next chapters up with in a few days.

After coming to some kind of understanding, the group went their separate ways for the night. Buffy didn't want to go back to the house just yet.

Spike took Buffy to his crypt at her request. Spike had suprised her once again with saving Giles' life. She wanted to thank him by giving him something he had only dreamed about. Her 'gift' stretched beyond Spike's needs and unexpectedly reached into her own.

Buffy reached up and kissed him. He looked in her eyes and read her mind.

Take a look at my body

Look at my hands

There's so much here

That I don't understand

Your face saving promises

Whispered like prayers

I don't need them

I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong

I've been treated so long

As if I'm becoming untouchable

Spike kissed her on her lips and then moved down to her neck. A place he was all too familiar with, yet this was totally different.

Contempt loves the silence

It thrives in the dark

With fine winding tendrils

That strangle the heart

They say that promises

Sweeten the blow

But I don't need them

No, I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong

I've been treated so long

As if I'm becoming untouchable

I'm a slow dying flower

On the frost killing hour

The sweet turning sour

And untouchable

Spike began to unbutton her shirt. She wasn't second guessing anything now. She knew what she wanted.

O, I need

The darkness

The sweetness

The sadness

The weakness

O, I need this

I need

A lullaby

A kiss goodnight

Angel sweet

Love of my life

O, I need this

I'm a slow dying flower

On the frost killing hour

The sweet turning sour

And untouchable

Do you remember the way

That you touched me before

All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored?

Your face saving promises

Whispered like prayers

I don't need them

Buffy laid herself on the bed and pulled him with her. She wrapped her hands around his now bare body. It was cold. However it was the one source of comfort and happiness she couldn't turn away from.

O, I need

The darkness

The sweetness

The sadness

The weakness I need this

I need

A lullaby

A kiss goodnight

The angel sweet

Love of my life

I need this

Is it dark enough?

Can you see me?

Do you want me?

Can you reach me?

Or I'm leaving

You better shut your mouth

Hold your breath

Kiss me now

You'll catch your death

O, I mean it

Everything else was sent into oblivion as Buffy and Spike finally realized what they wanted, needed, and now had.