Buffy rolled her eyes. The vampire in front of her had been screaming for the last half an hour, not even stopping to take an unneeded breath. She wasn’t even sure what they were fighting for anymore. If her, standing there with arms crossed in front of her chest, listening to him yell, could be called fighting. She had learned her lesson years ago. When Spike’s angry, let him pour it out. Let him scream and throw things around. Then let him throw you on the bed for the make-up sex. It wasn’t rocket science.
 
The vampire’s yelling brought the slayer back to the situation at hand and she frowned. His voice was getting raspier by the second. She did remember that she actually deserved the yelling. Something about his CDs, wasn’t it? But this was damaging him rather than her.
 
“Baby.”
 
More shouting.
 
“Spike.”
 
More shouting.
 
“SPIKE!”
 
More shouting. And she could actually hear his vocal cords begging him to shut up.
 
“WILLIAM!”
 
Finally silence graced the room with its presence. Buffy walked up to her vampire, put her arms around him and kissed his throat. And then came the make-up sex.