A/N: I am quite aware that I don't update too often, and I think I'm just developing writer's block. I'm always thinking up new ideas for stories, and fictions, but I don't want to start any stories until I finish some.

ness345: Thankyou - I can't wait for them to get together either...
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Adainya: I'm glad you liked it! I'm trying to figure out exactly where to go from here, you know?
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Erik's Chris: I feel it's having the response I wanted. Which is nice.
lafemme540: I was actually gonna bring old Spike back at that moment... but it was too soon.
twotoe: lol, I'm glad you're liking it! I'm going to wrap it up in the next few chapters, because I need to finish my stories so I can start some new ones... So many ideas, so little time.
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I hope you all enjoy this chapter...

:PREVIOUSLY: Buffy thinks for a moment that her Spike has returned to her, only to be disappointed once again with the confirmation that he still remembers nothing.

Startled as she was, she woke happy. With a smile across her face. It had been a while since she had been this way. Tara's death, Buffy's depression... It had all been quite extreme. But today, Willow finally felt that everything around her was... healing.

Xander included. He had recently found the serenity of another's arms. Willow's. He had finally cried the tears. The good-bye tears. Of course, Willow didn't take advantage - hey, lesbian - but she did tell Xander that she knew of a possible way to tamper with the magicks to bring Anya back. He had declined.

And it had made Willow proud. Xander was letting go. Not of Anya... but of the obsession.

Willow knew, that today, today was going to be one to remember. One for the books. She smiled, jumping out of her bed and walking over to her desk where she opened up her laptop, running her fingers over the keys. It had been awhile...

When it had started up, she ran her cursor over the top of a document she had started an age ago. Seven or so years, actually.

The document which she had last written in five years ago. The day Buffy lost the love of her life.

Oh yeah... this book was gonna be a seller.

Buffy's eyes slowly opened. The usual sense of emptiness settled over until she noticed a blue blur in front of her. She blinked a few more times, before she realised what it was.

Spike!

A warmth spread through her entire body when she realised it was him. His beautiful blue eyes, staring at her, while he squatted beside her bed, politely keeping his hands to himself.

"C'm'ere..." she mumbled, scooting over and holding her arms out to him as though it was the most casual thing in the world, when actually, her heart was pounding against her chest at the thought of being with him for just one more day.

Eagerly, he climbed up on the bed and snuggled against her, his cool body startling her warm. They adjusted quickly. The Slayer ammune to her long lost love's temperature disabilities.

Spike nuzzled her breast with his nose, slipping an arm around her waist in attempt to be closer to her. She sighed happily, her fingers tracing circles on his cotton clad shoulder blade.

"Buffy..." he breathed, his breath hot on her chest. She looked down to see a contented smile on his face as he listened to her heart pounding it's rhythm.

"Would you like some breakfast?" she whispered, gazing down at him. He glanced up at her, then back at her breast, where he placed the softest, most beautiful kiss. He then got up out of the bed and disappeared into another room. Buffy, curious, slowly slid out of the bed, walking in the same direction as Spike.

She inhaled as she stretched on the spot, smelling something delicious. She blinked a few times, then walked into the kitchen, seeing Spike at the stove, surrounded by food, and experimental meals.

He was frowning at pancake, which was bubbling and going darker. Finally, he picked up the saucepan, dumped it in the bin and picked up the phone.

Coughing, he started over, nodding to himself.Then Buffy realised that he was actually on the phone. She smiled, seeing him pour some more pancake mixture into the saucepan and watch for it to start bubbling.

When it did, he coughed again, nodded once more, and flipped the pancake. It was a perfect flip, too. Landed straight back in the saucepan. He chuckled and continued on with an omlette in another pan.

Placing the phone back on the counter, he grunted when he noticed the pancake was done, placing it on one of the many plates that surrounded him.

Suddenly, he paused. His body went completely still.

There's no way... she thought to herself, There's absolutely no way he remembers my scent...

But she heard him whisper it. Her name, so soft and light on his lips. Then he turned, a look of absolute admiration in his beautiful royal blue eyes. She looked at him with her own feelings raw. Placed on a platter in front of him, and just hoping - wishing - that he would remember everything... anything... her.

He picked up the telephone and muttered her name into it, before putting it back on the counter and slowly stalking towards her.

She stepped back cautiouly, to find herself cornered between the fridge, the wall and Spike. He licked his lips sensuously, as though he knew it was something that would make a flood between her legs. Then he dove, into the wall and grabbed both of her hands, pinning them above her head. She tilted her head so that her lips were in range of his, awaiting his kiss.

Instead of pressing his lips to hers, his ghosted over her face, his eyes closed. He traced her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, and finally...

His lips were a whisper against her own, hovering only a fraction apart. Each time he moved, his nose would brush hers, and soon she felt him giving in to desire.

He pressed his lips to hers, and she opened them instinctively, waiting for his tongue to venture into her mouth. For a few moments, they simply kissed - no tongues, no feeling. Soon, one of his hands dropped from it's position of pinning hers to the wall, and traced up her side, and back down again.

She felt his tongue lick a line across her bottom lip, and hers ventured out to greet it, twirling around and allowing him to experiment a bit.

William was in heaven. He was done with experimentation. Impatience flooded him. His hard-on was becoming painful, and instinct was telling him exactly what to do. His hand fell from her side to her thigh, and his other left from the wall, allowing hers to be free.

Slowly, he picked her up and circled her legs around him, bracing himself against the wall with her.

"Bedroom..." she mumbled against his lips, and William knew exactly what she meant. Her hands cupped his face, peppering kisses against his lips as he used his newly-found strength to carry her into the room in which she had slept.

One of her hands dropped down to his pants, snapping off the button and sliding down the fly roughly. He knew she had waited too long to do this. Her toes hooked under the belt loops and pushed downwards, effectively removing any clothing on his lower half.

He lowered her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, stalking his prey. She had a look of... excitement in her eyes. William smiled evilly. He didn't know where all this feeling had come from. Feeling of want, need, love.

He pushed up her pajama top and kissed the spot just below her navel. She gasped loudly and thrust up against him. Biting his bottom lip, he began to rip open her top, as slow as possible, giving her all the time in the world to object. When it was finally shredded, he made his way up her body, tonguing the valley between her breasts.

She moaned happily, panting, clamping her thighs around his midsection desperately.

William had no idea when exactly she had ripped off his shirt, but it was gone. He could still smell all of the meals that the redhead had helped him cook. They were all wasting away in the kitchen. Maybe they were reheatable...

Her pants were gone now. All that was left was her. Naked and wanting before him. He didn't know what exactly to do, or say. Instinct had since evaporated. He tried to find it again by crawling up her body and dipping his tongue into her mouth, but it was all up to him now. Time for little William to discover a world that existed only in his dreams...

Buffy gasped when one of his hands moulded itself to her naked breast. She knew he was stuck. Hell, she knew this was his first time as William. But she needed this. It was completely selfish. The thing was, she couldn't wait. It was killing her. Being so close to him was making her ache in places she didn't feel like aching.

Before she knew it, she could feel him nudging at her entrance. She was quite sure he felt it too, when she saw his eyes roll to the back of his head.

A simple sigh of her name floated off his lips as she guided him inside of her. She moaned at the feel of the skin on skin contact with him.

It had been so long since she had been with him... but at the same time, it was only yesterday. Finally, he had filled her. Buffy moaned loudly, her hands falling softly onto the pillow above her head. Spike smiled, and leant down, pressing his lips into hers. His hands reached up and entwined his fingers with hers as he thrust inside of her.

She gasped when he struck her mark. This was real! Spike or William. Whoever he was... it was all true. Love would always find a way.

Pleasure engulfed her. Swallowed her whole. She felt herself falling for the third time. First Angel, then Spike... and now for the beautiful man who was now taking over her life, and heart.

Love-making was a moment that most visioned as soft, delicate... perfect. Smelt of the freshness of roses, with the soft melody of a love song, or Barry White's crisp voice playing in the background. Silken sheets on a bed, candles arranged around the room... Painless, passion consumed.

Spike and Buffy had never shared that.

But as Spike moved over her now, his dusty brown hair swaying in time with his thrusts, it was almost as the dream. It was in no way soft... They were both covered in a shining layer of sweat... Instead of love-music, their pants, sighs and moansfilled the room, and the slapping of their bodies was louder still. Silk sheets weren't layed over the bed. There was rough cotton blankets thrown messily over it from when Buffy had woken up.

There were no candles... But there was passion. And there was love. And neither person nor vampire noticed that they were missing any of the required envisionments. But they needn't have. Because there were no expectations of either.

Spike thrust rythmically in and out of Buffy. And it was perfect. Every single moment that he was with her, was perfect.

It didn't take long for Buffy to know that she was reaching her climax. She clenched her inner muscles. She had more muscles there than anyone, and she knew exactly how to use them. She felt Spike chuckle against her lips as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth once again.

She smiled softly, opening her eyes, and gazing deep into his. Deep pools, they were. You could drown in the faster, and further than in anything else.

She felt it when it came... when she came. She paused for a moment, and then stars exploded before her eyes. It was love-making, what they had been doing... love-making without all the extras. Raw and bare, it was. And it let them have a feel of it for the first time. She felt Spike reach his own climax, before slowly alowing himself to rest on top of her, his head buried in the crook of her neck.

It was his first time, and she had Slayer-strength, so him cuddling up to her was fine. It was more than fine to her... it was perfect. She loved it.

She reached down and stroked her hands through his soft hair, wondering if he'd ever have the urge to dye it again. One thought led to another, and before she knew it, she was wondering whether he would ever be himself again.

He looked up at her, vampire mask firmly in place. Smiling softly, she whispered, "I love you... and now that I have you again, I'm never letting you go. Whether you remember or... not..."

His vampire screening slid away, and his blue eyes returned to her, sparkling at her. She had provided him with the knowledge of the wonders of sex. And he was basking in the after glow. She felt proud to had been able to give him that in return for all the things he had given her in the past few days.

He slid up her body, slowly, leaned on his elbows with his hands tangling in her hair and dipped into her lips, where he began to kiss her, long and slowly, his tongue darting into her mouth at the first opportunity.

She smiled against his mouth. He hadn't forgotton how to...

Her eyes widened. She flipped him under her on the bed, straddling him around the waist and looking down at him with a frown.

His face remained blank as he looked up at her. She had to have been imagining that he had seemed exactly the same as he had been... That kiss... it was just a lesson to him. He didn't know that was one of the million ways that he had kissed her before.

His erection pressed up against her and she let a smile drift across her lips. She felt his muscles twitch under her hands, and the next thing she knew was he was holding her against him ferociously, fingers digging into her back as he kissed her. It was violent... animalistic, even. His teeth bit her bottom lip, and completely devoured her. She heard him breathing deeply through his nostrils, even though he had stopped breathing hundreds of years ago.

She slid her hands up his chest and wound them around his neck, holding him to her, breasts completely flattened against him. They kissed each other like they had almost six years ago, finding something within the other that each wanted more than anything.

Spike pulled away first, and looked down at her lovingly.

"I missed you, Buffy..." he whispered.

A tear quickly escaped the corner of her eye, and before she knew it, she had a river running down her face. Spike smiled softly and kissed them all away, pulling her closer still, and simply holding her for the rest of the morning, breakfast be damned.

Hours later, she pulled out of his embrace and looked up at him, an unspoken question in her eyes.

When did you remember?

He looked straight back at her. "When you made love to me."

End

A/N: I'll write a sequel to this one day... but for the time being, it's finished, complete, done. So, I'd love some reviews, if you think I should write a sequel, what you think I should put in it...

Thank you all for reading this fiction. I hope you liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.