I'm sorry everyone. It's been a while. I've been so busy, what with school and everything. Here you are.

One week later…

Buffy helped Spike out of her car, being very careful of his leg. Some of his wounds were healing remarkably, and that stutter was almost completely gone. It would show up now and then. Her method was having him read some poetry. It worked wonders.

Wincing, he hobbled out. "Ow…Bloody cast." Leaning against her, he tried his best to stand up straight.

She giggled. "You said bloody. You're so adorable." Placing one hand on his back, the other on his shoulder, she leaned up just a tad and kissed him.

Grinning through the kiss, he returned it, his hands resting on her hips. Then she pulled away from him, making him pout. "'Was just gettin' into it and you back away…"

Shaking her head, she reached into the car and pulled out his crutches, handing them over. "Be a good boy and you'll receive something you'd really like."

Raising a brow in interest, he nodded and made his way up the walk to Buffy's house slowly. It'd been a while since he used these.

Buffy followed after him and slid her hands in the back pockets of the blue jeans that she bought him. The black button-up shirt he now wore, and the sheepskin jacket were all gifts from her to him as well.

Laughing, he glanced behind him. "What're you doin', pet?"

"Feeling you." She answered, not at all phased. Taking her hands out, she helped him into the house.

Blinking, he gave her a quizzical look. "You're r-right batty."

"But you love me." She smiled. "I'm your right batty woman."

He laughed. "Wouldn't have it any other way." Heading into the living room, he sat on the couch and sighed. "I'm tired of walkin' with three legs. Hard work." Setting his crutches to the side, he looked at the Christmas tree that was holding on for its dear life. A smile formed on his lips. It'd been a while. "Why do you still have that up?"

Sitting in his lap sideways, she smiled. "I wanted you to see it. And now that you have, I can take all the decorations off and trash it."

One hand settled on her thigh, the other arm was spread along the back of the couch. "Th-ank you. Tha's very thoughtful."

Moving in his lap, she straddled him and kissed his lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck, playing with his still unruly brown locks. Slowly, she rubbed herself against his lower body.

Closing his eyes, he put his hands on her hips, enjoying this. He moaned her name quietly, then chuckled. "Guess I was a good boy?" Her lips traveled down the surface of his neck.

Dawn came down the stairs and cringed. "Eeyuu.."

Buffy stopped and looked at Dawn. Clearing her throat, she blushed.

"Had a kink in my leg. Big sis was fixin' it for me."

Dawn nodded and turned, rolling her eyes. Going into the kitchen, she left them alone. But she called from the kitchen, "Welcome home, Spike."

His heart skipped a beat. "Home?" His voice was a whisper, more to himself. Then he looked at Buffy again. She was now unmoving in his lap, but her position didn't change. "What are we goin' to do, love? About home. I'm very grateful that you had taken me in..in and all that. But I-I can't assume that I'm welcome and I can go back to bein' a bum. You've really done so m-much for-." Buffy's mouth pressed against his tenderly, deeply. Closing his eyes, he melted into the kiss, as he always did.

"I couldn't do that to you. There's no way I'd let you back onto the streets. Come with me, please, to my house in Snowflake Valley. It's a small town; one where you get to know everyone by their first name. Everyone would love you."

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. "Thank you so much, Buffy. For everything you've done, what you're doing. Thank you." His voice was a soft whisper now. Tears formed in his eyes, one slid down his cheek. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her sweetly. Then he pecked her lips a couple more times.

She kissed him back, smiling. "No. Thank you. You've brought such happiness into my life."

He stared into her eyes. "I love you, Buffy. I love you with all my heart."

Tears slid down her face as well. Spike wiped them away and kissed her again. "I love you too, Spike."

The smile on his face was large and so joyous. His eyes sparkled happily. "Let's go up to your room. I want to cuddle." He told her softly.

Getting off of him, she helped him up and up the stairs. Sure, they did cuddle for quite a while, but they slowly undressed each other and proceeded to make love, slow and meaningful. Their other encounters meant just as much, but with this one, time meant nothing. They had one another. Nothing else mattered in the World.

Two days had passed. They had spent their time buying Spike clothes and doing a couple of other things. His hair was now short and peroxide. Buffy had helped him with that and when they were finished, she was drooling over him. Dawn had loved the new do as well. She was very sad when they had to leave for her sister's house, but she was thankful she didn't have to hear the moans and accidentally walk in on a massive make out.

Now they were on the road, Spike was behind the wheel of her Honda. Yeah, he was driving with a broken leg. How stubborn could he get? There was no use stopping him. He decided that he could do it if he had just figured out how to. And hey, he did get it. It was just a matter of shifting his weight. Buffy made a deal with him that he could drive the last two hours. It was now his turn. She was asleep against the passenger door. Glancing over at her, a smile was on his face. Only a bit longer until they were at her house. Or, no. Their house? That was mind blowing. Sighing, he passed a hand through his soft metallic hair.

He'd used to travel a lot before. Snowflake Valley was a place he'd only heard about a little, and it had sounded like a wonderful place to visit. Spike had passed by it a lot when he would travel a bit further north to go snowboarding. It was another hobby.

There it was; the off-ramp to his new home. To the town he'd spend hopefully forever in with Buffy. "Baby…" He whispered gently. "Gotta wake up. I don't know where the house is…"

Stirring, she sat up and stretched, arching her back slightly. "Mmh." Looking at him, she moved over, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Make a left on Clove St. 4234." She said tiredly.

Kissing her head, he nodded and smiled all the more. "Okay."

As he headed through the town, which had fresh snow on the ground, people walking on the streets watched the car quizzically. They didn't know this peroxide man in Buffy's car. Upon seeing Buffy, they started to chatter amongst each other, smiling and laughing. Finally she had found someone. He gave an awkward smile, confused.

"We're going to be all over the 'Daily Read'." She chuckled.

Blinking, he looked at her for a second. "Really?"

Nodding, she smiled. "It's a small town. Everyone knows everything about each other. We're going to be getting a lot of things from our neighbors."

With a chuckle, he turned on Clove St. and searched for the address she had told him. Once there, he gaped. The house was small and adorable in every way. A log cabin, like one you could build with Lincoln Logs sat there, few trees around it, covered in snow. There were pieces of a walk, probably there if it was shoveled off, that lead to a porch with a two person swing. Flowers had more than likely surrounded the house; some were still trying to hang in there.

Buffy stepped out of the car and smiled at her house, and then at Spike, who slowly got out, leaning on his crutches. He was still entranced. She went to him and put her hands on his sides. "Welcome to your new home, William Fierce."

Snapping out of it, he looked at her and grinned. "Spike's the name." He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

"Why is it that you like the name Spike again?" She asked with a playful look in her eyes.

The grin turned into a smirk and he pressed his body to hers slightly. "It'd be a pleasure to show you."

Heading on inside, he showed her, all right.

The neighbors watched silently, just waiting for there chance to ask all about their relationship. With what was just going on, they could tell it was good. And now they wait and spy.

Fin.

And that's it. I totally regret breaking his leg. I had such a cute ending in mind before. Gah. Lol. Thank you to all who read. I think I might make another story and have it start out with life going on in Snowflake Valley (I know, lame name.) Tell me what you think. Thank you again and again!