As soon as she shut the door she let out a long sigh and slid down the door. Spike crouched down before her and smiled kindly.
"Well, that could have gone worse" he smiled apologetically.
"Worse?" gasped Buffy. "That couldn't have gone any better" she squealed throwing herself onto Spike, knocking him over backwards and onto his back.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you" she repeated as she hugged him tightly. Spike, slightly shocked at this hugged her back. He presumed he was dead for making the lady think he was her boyfriend.
"What did I do?" he asked unsurely.
"You're kidding right?" she asked cheerfully. At his blank expression she decided to explain herself. "Spike, I was so nervous when she arrived, I'd even forgotten about the appointment. But you showed up and just made it all so easy; like you'd done it all before. You calmed me down, made us look normal. And I can't tell you the number of times when she asked awkward questions and I didn't know what to say. I mean, like that spicy burger thing, you made it all so… normal. I just, I can't…" Buffy started sobbing and tears spilled out of her eyes as Spike sat them up.
"Hey now" he said softly as he wiped away her tears. "It went well, there's no need to cry."
"But if you hadn't have been there, I know I'd have mucked it up. And then Dawn would have been taken away and, I just, I don't know what I would have done" she started sobbing again.
"Hey now" he soothed. "Buffy, you'd have been fine on your own. And they aren't going to take nibblet away from you so don't even think it. It's all okay, we did it. We both did it" he smiled as Buffy looked up at him and smiled. He leant forward and kissed her gently. It was soft, sweet, nothing like it usually was, and Buffy found it hard to tell whether her made up fantasy was actually reality.
They broke apart and Buffy wasn't shocked to see spike looking softly at her. She knew it should have, but she was never shocked to see Spike looking compassionately at her anymore. She smiled back and was slightly startled when he swooped her up into his arms and carried her into the front room. He sat down on the sofa and set Buffy down on his lap.
"There's just one little problem" sighed Spike suddenly.
"What?" asked Buffy, getting slightly panicky.
"She thinks I'm moving in with you" he said worriedly.
"That's your problem?" asked Buffy, trying her hardest not to laugh. "Spike, the world ending is a problem; my finances are a problem… Doris thinking you live here, that's not worth being called a problem"
"Huh?" he asked, slightly confused.
"Oh come on, the solution to your so called 'problem' is so easy" she laughed until she also realised what she was asking of him. "That is, I mean, if you want to, I mean, you may not want to, which is fine, cause…" she started rambling until Spike put his finger to her lips.
"How could you think I wouldn't want to?" he grinned as Buffy smiled.
"So, you'll move in then?" she grinned.
"Of course, but on one condition" he said seriously.
"What?" asked Buffy curiously.
"I'm going to have to make sure the bed is good enough" smirked Spike as Buffy gave her sexy grin.
"I could think of worse things" she said.