A/N: Cooling it down a little now.

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Buffy jumped off the couch in horror, looking down at the naked man whom had just been draped over her.

She ran over to her dress and pulled it on hastily, grabbing her discarded underwear and tip-toeing to the front door.

"I'm drowning in footwear!" The man sat upright with his eyes wide. "Strange dream…" he muttered followed by a groan of "oh god!" as he cradled his head.

She inched to the door, hoping he wouldn't notice her.

Suddenly, his head snapped up and he raised an eyebrow. "Buffy?"

She blinked. If you stay still, he won't see you…

"Buffy…" he repeated as more of a statement than a question. She stepped once more towards the door, hand on the knob. As soon as she opened it, his eyes widened as he realised her intention and he raced over and slammed the door shut.

She shied away from him, mumbling something that sounded vaguely like, "I don't know who you are…"

"Spike. I'm Spike," he said, taking his hand away from the door and stepping backwards. "Remember? Bar buddy?"

"Oh."

His eyes went to the ground as he waited for something more to be said.

"Oh!" she remembered. He looked up at her. "Spike! Drunken Spike… Tipsy Buffy… sex… oh god…"

He smiled softly and scratched his back.

"I didn't… oh shit." She began to pace around the apartment.

"Ya did…" he nodded slowly.

"But… what… I… no!" she stomped her foot, "I don't do this! I'm not SluttyBuffy! I'm just me! Broken Buffy. Riley's trash."

Spike raised an eyebrow at her. "Who's Riley, pet?"

She looked into his blue eyes, then to the door. "I have to go." With that, she walked over to the door, pulling it open and taking her leave.

This time, all he did was watch her go. Then he looked down at his naked state and sighed, pulling on a pair of trousers and picking up his other items of clothing.

She stomped her foot on the floor of her apartment.

No satisfaction…

So she rammed her fist through the wall of her living room.

It wasn't instant… the pain… but when it came, she was grateful. She should have done this when Riley left… oh wait. She had.

Glancing over to the kitchen wall she smiled softly at the framed picture of Willow and Xander that hung over the top of the less recent hole-in-the-wall.

"Ow…" she finally moaned pulling her hand out of the wall and cradling it against her chest. "I could have at least had a hangover, but no! Had to forget part of the night instead," she grumbled, walking to the kitchen and washing the blood off her knuckles.

A knock on the door snapped her from her grumpy mood.

She plastered a smile on her face and wrapped her hand in a tea-towel.

Swinging the door open she came face to face with Willow.

"You!" Willow said accusingly, "Spill!"

"Sorry?"

"Last night. Hottie at the bar. Yay tall," she held her hand in the air, "Bleached hair, blue eyes."

"Oh. Spike…" She looked down.

"Spike?" Willow smiled girlishly, "Details!"

"I don't really remember much…" Willow put on a sad face, "But it was amazing…"

"You two did the… thing?"

"Will, I think we're old enough to be calling it sex…"

"You two had sex?"

Buffy looked down at her hand, which had begun to throb. She went and got a bandage from the cupboard and walked back to Willow.

"And then…" Willow looked over at the wall, "You drove your fist through the wall?"

She looked at Buffy sternly, "What happened?"

"Noth —"

"Resolve face."

"Fine. He didn't do much of anything in the morning… hangover… you know… But I did a whole speech about being a slut and Riley's leftovers and all that and… well… then I left…" Buffy shrugged and glanced at Willow, who had taken the job of Nurse as she bandaged Buffy's hand.

"And it was… good? Bad? Special? Okay?"

"What?"

"The… sex?" Willow looked at her expectantly.

Buffy blushed, walking over to the sink and rinsing the towel under the faucet. "It was… absolutely… amazing."

"Really?"

"Yeah… I've never… hey! Why… What happened between you and Xand?" she demanded, stomping her foot.

"Shut up!" Buffy's neighbour yelled, banging on the wall.

"Sorry, Mr Johnston!" she called.

"I guess he doesn't appreciate your need to pummel the wall, then?" Willow asked.

"Not so much…" she agreed, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

"Xander and me… he took me home, as per usual… although…"

"Although?"

"There were… smoochies…" Willow whispered excitedly, bouncing a little.

"Oh Will! I'm so happy for you!"

Willow smiled brightly, turning as the door was knocked at for the second time in the past hour.

"Who you expecting?" she asked Buffy, tilting her head softly.

"Nobody… unless I actually called the pizza place…" she screwed up her face in thought, "But I'm pretty sure I didn't…"

"You're loosing your marbles."

"I don't have marbles," Buffy laughed, opening the door.

"Actually… you have some very nice marbles," Spike said huskily from the doorway, his eyes scanning her body as though she were naked, wavering at her chest.

Her eyes widened. "You!" she exclaimed.

"Ooh!" Willow gasped from her newly claimed spot on the couch, clapping quietly.

Spike raised an eyebrow and lifted his gaze to her hazel eyes. "You're a hard chit to find, you know that?"

"You… looked for me?" she squeaked, looking at Willow helplessly.

"I asked every bloody wanker at the bar."

She blinked. "Why?"

"Well, you can't give a guy the most memorable shag of his life and then go skippin' off into the sunset can you, pet?" he smirked, "Or sunrise as our case had it…"

Buffy looked away from his interrogative stare to Willow.

"I have to go," Willow decided. Telepathically, Buffy tried to tell her to stay. Telepathically, she failed. "See you, Buffy. Bye, Spike." She waved, mouthing at Buffy 'Details!' before exiting.

"Nice meeting you… Red…" Spike frowned and looked back to Buffy.

"You didn't tell me how you knew I was here…"

"Met a guy who pointed me in the right direction. I tried all the apartments in the building before I found yours though…" he sighed. "Hi. Is Buffy there?" he recited with a huge plastic smile on his face.

"You haven't asked me that… yet…" she said, smiling a little.

"Didn't think I needed to… you look Buffy-like to me…" he shrugged.

"I could be… my own twin… or something." Good idea, Buffy. Use it for future one-night-stands.

"Uh huh…"

"Why are you here?"

"Needed to see you again. Needed to give you something…" He scratched his back as he had done that morning.

"Give me what?" she asked, tilting her head.

He stepped forward and pushed her against the wall, crushing his lips to hers, plunging his tongue into her mouth and tangling it with hers.

Stepping back, he attempted and failed at breathing steadily. Instead he panted. "That…"

She nodded. "Thank you… I thought I'd left it behind."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

She shrugged. "It's Buffy humour. You'll get it eventually."

He chuckled then paused. "Eventually… so I'll get a chance?"

Again, she shrugged. "Maybe…"

She looked at him and he stared back, shuffling his feet.

"How about we go… to… the Bronze tonight… try the… dating scene…" she suggested, glancing away before looking up at him to see his reaction.

He grinned. "Well... I'd love to see you dance."

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