This one is a scene that never made it to Breaking Point. It was also written near the beginning of BP.
Underwater
"Damn it all," she whispered as their lips parted. Spike kept his eyes closed, wondering, just wondering if the stinging sensation were tears about to escape. His whole head pounded with so many emotions, and he couldn't pin any single of them down. He couldn't recognize if he felt fearful, alone, loved, hated, or high. But thank God for Faye Valentine, because the minute she pressed her head against his chest and just lay there the chaos stopped. His emotions decided to focus on the kiss and its every detail etched in his mind, their heart shape, the warmth, the rosy color, the sweet breath, and the pain. It had felt as if the moment she opened her mouth she had begun slowly engulfing his soul into hers.
Faye started to move away from his body, and on instinct his hand reached up and pushed against her back ever so slightly. She stiffened for a moment, but then her shoulders fell and gave in to his request. He opened his eyes and glanced down the violet locks underneath him. Her scent never surrendered and kept invading him constantly one waft after another. He couldn't feel his heart anymore. Was it beating still?
"Do you want to die?" He asked before his mind even formed the question.
"I'm not you, Spike." She responded with a calm and low tone.
Then silence, completely and utter silence that lasted a whole eternity of a minute. He was content with this eternal fleeting moment. Just holding her would satiate him enough for a lifetime or two. He felt at home. He felt himself sinking deeper into smell, her warmth—sinking deeper into her being..
"Careful, you might just drown." Faye whispered.
"What?" When had she acquired the ability to read his thoughts?
"Just talking to myself." She stated without sounding apologetic.