A/N: I'm evil and I should be shunned. I couldn't even remember how many chapters I'd done of this story, nor any of my others. Good news, though. I have my website almost set up.

Sorry about the delays. I'm a bitch, I know.

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Buffy yawned, and blinked a few times as she woke up. She began to remember why exactly she felt so happy, and it brought a smile to her face. She turned her head ever so slightly, to see Spike sleeping behind her.

He snorted in his sleep, jerking and draping an arm over her protectively, his hand resting on her stomach as he mumbled her name.

A tear made its way down her cheek at his simple use of it. What did he remember? She could have sworn something was there when he had held her only the day before.

Her eyelids began to feel heavier once again, so she turned and snuggled further into his chest.

William opened his eyes, sniffing at the air. What was that intoxicating smell? His acute senses pleaded for more. Strawberries… or honey. He couldn't quite tell. His eyes slithered shut again as he inhaled. God it was heaven.

After a few minutes of smelling the sweet scent under his nose, he reopened his eyes, focusing on the locks of blonde hair flowing around his chest from the blonde woman's head.

He leant back a little and looked at her. Buffy. She was Buffy. She'd been in his dream again. Holding his hand, telling him she loved him. He didn't know how it was relevant that he knew this. But he did. And it was.

She inhaled sharply, pulling back, glancing up at him, then snuggling closer to him still, whispering 'Spike'.

"Buffy," he smiled, watching her look up at him surprised.

She smiled after a second, nodding. "Yes, yes! I'm Buffy!"

He chuckled, running his fingers though her sweet scented hair. "Buffy…"

She bit her lip thoughtfully, gazing into his eyes before pulling back and getting up off the couch. She walked over to the bathroom, opening the door and sliding in.

"I'm just going to clean myself, 'kay? Back in twenty minutes. You might need another bath actually. Your hair looks greasy…" she shrugged, shutting the door softly.

He heard the unmistakable sound of running water. Scratching his head, he slid off the couch and wondered over to the door she had just gone through, examining the handle.

He blinked. Oh well. Had to wait till she came out again. God he hoped she would still smell the same when she reappeared. That scent was amazing…

Buffy quickly towelled herself dry, hanging it back on the rack next to the one she had dried Spike with only the day before. Fortunately it was navy blue, so you couldn't see any of the dirt that had remained on his body and be wiped onto the towel.

She squeezed the water out of her hair and opened the door to see Spike standing on the other side.

"Spike!" she exclaimed, her heart pounding. Every time she saw him she felt like it was the happiest moment of her life.

He looked away shyly, glancing back at her for a moment before looking back away.

"How about we get that hair nice and… well… actually, brown… seeing as it isn't that ghastly color it used to be. And hey, we might even bleach it again when your more tolerant of acids…" she said brightly, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the bathroom with her, where she had slipped on one of his old black t-shirts with his trademark red buttoned shirt over the top, her tanned thighs peeking out from underneath.

He raised an eyebrow at her, cocking his head to the side.

"We'll bathe you again? Wash that hair? Make you squeaky clean? Like me. Only… less… feminine."

She turned the taps of the tub on again, leaning over and feeling the black shirt ride up her naked thighs, thinking nothing of it.

Accomplishing her task, she turned around grinning.

Spike stood with his eyes wide, staring at her legs. His mouth was open a tiny bit, with a hint of drool on his lip.

"Men," Buffy giggled, walking up to him and sticking her finger in his mouth, "Careful, don't leave that open or someone will… ohhh… oh god…"

Spike had closed his lips around her finger and began to suck slowly on it, his toungue dancing around it.

"Ohh… you haven't lost your touch… oh god… that's good…" she tossed her head back, revelling in the feeling of him sucking so innocently on her finger.

He smiled, sucking harder, watching the emotions playing across her face. Slowing his pace again, he watched as she slowly withdrew it from his mouth.

"Bath?" she suggested, raising her eyebrows and willing herself to sit on the side of the tub.

He lifted his leg in attempt to get in and she sighed heavily, smiling at him. "You just love taunting me, huh?"

She stopped him from putting his leg in the tub as it filled, walking over and un-buttoning his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest as she pushed it back over his shoulders, almost crying at the sight of being able to have the opportunity to see him this way again.

Unzipping his fly, she tugged his pants and boxers down and helped him step out of them, leaving him once again, naked in front of her.

Now was different though. As she tossed the pants over to the doorway, she turned back to see his erection before her.

She closed her eyes for a moment, in attempt to contain herself. The last time they had been this way had been to long ago for her to properly remember.

One of his fingers traced the line of her face, so softly that she could barely feel the presence of it.

"Gah! Bath for you, okay? Bath?" she got up quickly, stumbling forward into his chest, his erection pressing into her belly.

She gasped, reaching down instinctively with her hands and stroking up his length. He made a sound almost identical to a pur, leaning against her.

"No! Bath! Okay? Bath time. In you hop," she took his hand and helped him into the bath, her left hand still gripping his shaft.

His other hand covered hers as he sat in the warm water, helping her to slide it up and down for him. He grinned impishly at her, and for a moment, she saw the old him. The Spike that had been there before everything.

She laughed nervously and withdrew her hand. "Not now… please… not now…"

He sat in the tub, gazing softly at her with his bright blue eyes. "Buffy."

"Spike…" she whispered, brushing her hand over his cheek, staring lovingly at him, the way a wife would look at her husband if her were on his deathbed.

It seemed as though all she had done was cry since he'd returned, and one would think that she would have no more tears, but fate proved her wrong again as a tear trickled down her cheek.

"Thank you for coming back… thank you so much…" she poured a bucket of water over his head, wetting his hair, all the while shielding his eyes with her other hand.

She lathered some shampoo in his hair, washing it out with the bucket again as more tears escaped. "You came back… you saved the world… and you're still here…"

She sobbed, clearing away all the remains of shampoo that had been in his hair. He reached up and grabbed her wrist, his other hand wiping away her tears.

"Beautiful," he muttered, pulling her towards him.

Her bottom lip quivered as she stepped over the side of the tub and sat in the water on his thighs. He pulled her up towards him, wrapping his arms around her and lying her on his chest.

"Beautiful… Buffy…" he whispered, kissing the top of her head gingerly, and hugging her close.

The water washed over her shirt and overshirt, making it instantly soaked through. Her arms went around his naked chest, and she simply lay and felt him soothe her.

"Perfect, beautiful, angel… love…" he whispered calmly to her.

She looked up at him.

"Spike?" she asked weakly.

He tilted his head frowning.

Her heart sank in disappointment. For a moment, she had thought that the old Spike was back. But it was fine. His words were soothing her. Everything was fine for the moment… every thing was…

"Perfect…" he mumbled, stroking her damp hair as she relaxed.

A/N: There we go. Finally a new chapter up for you all! Now, I must update 'How Does it Feel?' because its been so long and I'm slack… Oh! And my websites pretty much working – yay!

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