Author's note: Jeeeeeez... i felt like this took forever to write... by the by, there's a phone number in this chap. i maded it up, so don't try calling it, lol.

Spike had dropped Buffy off at her house and gave her a soft kiss before he waved goodbye and left. It had been about a half hour since Spike had dropped her off and she missed being with him, desperately. She was sorting through her movies when the doorbell rang.

Quickly she jumped up and answered the door, "Hey, guys!" Buffy smiled and gave Willow, Cordelia, and Anya hugs as they came in the door. Within minutes they had all gathered inside the living room and immediately all fell into place with conversation.

"So, Buffy, where have you been so far during the vacation? You've been like in total hermit mode." Cordelia asked.

"I-um… I've been here… alone…" She smiled hoping that would convince them.

All the girls gave Buffy a strange look, suddenly Anya spoke up, "Well now even I can tell you are lying…" Willow and Cordelia nodded in agreement and Buffy went bright red.

"Okay…" She took in a deep breath, "I was at a guy's house… and you wouldn't know him… at least not like I know him…"

"Oh you have to tell us all about him!" Willow chimed in with enthusiasm.

Buffy shook her head and stood up, "Sorry, it's confidential…" She smiled and went to the stairs, "I'm going to change into some pajama's…" Buffy smirked as the girls all glared at Buffy's lack of description.

Buffy felt relief flood through her as she made it out of the battlefield downstairs. She went to room and closed the door, taking a moment to lean against the door and breath. There was a quiet knocking on her window and Buffy gasped, "What the hell?"

She went to the window and pushed the curtains aside to see Spike standing on the roof, as quietly as possible she opened the window and whispered, "What are you doing out here!" He started to climb in the window and Buffy stepped to the side, "Are you crazy, I just barely survived the ultimate questionnaire down-" She was cut off as Spike grabbed her around the hip and kissed her with a passion he had been holding back.

"I got to lonely at home… it's… nice, to really have someone around…" He said once he finally broke the kiss, and ran a gentle hand through her hair, "I'm sorry… I'll go…"

"No… don't" Buffy said, "Stay up here… and I'll come up later… much later… it will be a while before they all go to sleep…."

"Sure…" he hopped on her bed and she smacked him on the chest for making too much noise.

"If I leave you here… whenever someone is coming upstairs or something, you must hide…" Buffy said in the most serious tone she muster up, considering her rock star turned teacher boyfriend, was stretched across her bed and his pants were riding exceptionally low tonight...is he a boyfriend?

Spike nodded, sitting up and holding up a hand, "I solemnly swear I shall hide my lonely ass when ever another being ventures into this room, on a side note, when no one is around, I can never guarantee I won't snoop around said room for skimpy undergarments and other such paraphernalia…" He smirked and turned his head to the door hearing Anya call for Buffy.

"Just sec!" Buffy yelled then turned back to Spike, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "You do that and you can forget about staying with me tonight…" She gave him a kiss and quickly went to her dresser.

Digging around she found something relaxing, sweats and a tank top, then went into the bathroom to change. She eventually came out and tied her hair up into a ponytail.

"In all honesty, luv… that's my favorite outfit…" Spike said as he watched her come out from the bathroom.

Buffy gave him a weird look as she headed for the door, "You're weird…" she shook her head and left Spike in her room.

It was hours before everyone fell asleep, the entire night had been hell trying to talk anyone down from going upstairs. She took a look around and smiled seeing everyone was in fact dead to the world. She carefully snuck up stairs, avoiding all the creaks in the stairs and making it to her room.

Spike had fallen asleep ages ago, and Buffy had to admit she was a bit disappointed, but coming to her room to find a shirtless man with abs to die for, in her bed wasn't too bad. She crawled into the bed next to him and snuggled close; almost instantly Spike's arms wrapped around her and he groaned an approval in his sleep.

What is that crazy sound that is destroying my ear drums at 4 in the bloody morning! Spike thought as he grabbed for the offending noise, eventually he picked up Buffy's alarm clock and tossed it as hard as he could across the room. The offending noise ceased as it crashed against the wall and Spike relaxed back into the bed with Buffy.

"Buffy… your alarm clock… it tried to blow up my brain…" He said rolling over, slightly muffled by the bed.

Buffy sighed, "I know… I know…" She sat up and was immediately dragged back down by Spike, "No… you have to go… and I need to go back down stairs…"

Spike shook his head like a stubborn child, "No."

Buffy tried to unhook his arms but failed miserably, "Spike… please…"

"Gimme… a kiss…" He smiled and Buffy couldn't help but smile in return as she kissed him softly.

"Now can I go?" She said after their kiss, "You're not letting me go…"

"Nope, never said I'd let you go, just said I wanna kiss…" He smirked and rolled them over so she was straddling him, "I don't want you to go…" He pouted.

"You're such a baby…" Buffy smacked his chest playfully, "I'll call tonight… I have your house number… wait I can't call your house, you unplugged all the phones… give me your cell phone number…" She reached to her bed side table and picked her cell up.

Spike chuckled evilly, "Okay… 1800-SexyMan, that is 18007399626…"

Buffy frowned, "Seriously…"

"Sorry… 5653661… alright?" He tried to frown too, but ended up with a stupid looking grin across his face.

Buffy put the number in then giggled, "I put it under 'SexyMan""

Spike tried to grab the phone, "You can't put it under that, put something cool like… Han Solo, or The Doctor, yeh…" He grabbed the phone from her and changed it so it just said, 'William' "There… my name…"

Buffy smiled and snatched the phone from him before leaning down and giving him another kiss. She eventually got off the bed and grabbed his shirt and handed it to him, "Is William Pratt you're real name?" she asked curiously.

"Yeah…" He put the shirt on and stood up, "William James Pratt… Hate my name… poncy, eh?" He went to the chair and grabbed his jacket, then slid it on. "You call me, okay, luv?"

Buffy nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. There was a moment where both of them thought; Who cares if anyone finds out… we should just crawl back into bed together. This thought almost immediately led to making out as Spike tried to make his way to the window.

He gave Buffy one last kiss before stepping out onto the roof and jumping into the tree, then sliding down the rest of the way. In the end, he was wishing he was more graceful because his landing on the ground sent him reeling towards the street and he left Buffy's yard with a fat piece of dog poop stuck to his foot.

Buffy just stood in her window and watched him leave; shaking her head the whole time, then went back down stairs.