She traced her fingers around his shirt and slowly unbuttoned it revealing his pale, skinny yet muscly chest. His shirt now removed left only one obstacle left to begin this charade, his pants. She looked upon him with only desire in her eyes, but when she saw his deep blue eyes staring back at her, all she saw was sadness and remorse. She reached out with her small hand and touched the side if his face softly. He embraced her touch but out of guilt felt he was not worthy of her and turned his head away.
'Spike,' she said soothingly.
As she began to speak she was cut off by his low cockney yet shaky and nervous voice, 'no...I can't, I don't...I don't deserve you or you forgiveness...I could never ask...' he trailed off eyes still looking down.
She began to speak once again, 'spike, look at me,' he did not move. She took her hand and moved his chin upwards, his eyes filled with pain. 'Spike, whatever you did, what ever I did, it's done and I forgive you'
'but I don't deserve it' he said shakily, obviously holding back tears.
'You may not think so, but when I see you now, you're a different person, and that person deserves my forgiveness, so here it is.'
She leant forward to the motionless spike before her and planted a kiss on his lips. He stared back at her, not knowing where to go from here. For a few moments they both stared back at each other until buffy leant forward again, this time to his ear and whispered the words, 'I love you'.
Spike's ears begin to ring and everything about him felt warm, he began to grow scared, but all his fears were ended when buffy kissed him once more...but this time for longer.
That night was meant to be the peroxide-blonde vampire's last night on earth. But as the woman in bed with him looked back at him with love, he knew it would never end here.