Buffy woke to the light of the setting sun pouring in her windows. Spike was sitting up next to her, his arms tight around her, while he watched her lovingly.

“Hey you.” She murmured sleepily.

“Hey, yourself.” He said softly.

“Is everything ok?” She asked him. She could tell there was a lot going on inside him. She knew she could just look deep enough into him and find out what was on his mind, but she really was beginning to enjoy this talking thing.

“Well, lets see. In the past 24 hours, you’ve beaten me up, announced you loved me, I’ve been almost ripped apart between my soul and demon, got into a fight with my grandsire, got mated to the woman I love, made love to the woman I love for the first time, almost been killed, then I was seduced by previously mentioned woman in ways I never thought she knew about.”

Buffy giggled. “So you’re saying you’re kind of shell shocked?”

“Actually, I think the most amazing thing has been getting to wake up in your arms and how beautiful you look when you’re asleep. Especially with the light coming in the windows like this.”

She smiled at him as he lowered his mouth to hers.

Then the faint sound of knocking came from downstairs. She pulled Spike closer trying to ignore the noise.

He gently pushed her away, got out of bed and pulled on some pants. She whimpered when she realized he actually intended to answer the door.

"I'll be right back, pet."

"Just ignore it. They're supposed to be leaving us alone." She whined.

He didn't answer her, instead made his way downstairs.

She sighed and sat up. She walked over to her closet and grabbed a pair of boxer shorts. She ignored all of the comfy shirts in her closet, instead retrieving his shirt from the pile on the floor and pulling it over herself before making her way downstairs.

As she got to the bottom of the stairs she saw him standing in front of the door with a nervously, babbling Fred in front of him.

"...of course I'm disturbing you. Its your honeymoon. But you asked me to bring it to you when you came downstairs earlier to get the food for Buffy. I thought about just leaving it with the food, but then I got worried that someone would take it." Her eyes widened. "Not that I think anyone her is a thief, but you never know right? I mean who would’ve guessed you would have been attacked up here.
Anyway since it was so hard to find in the first place I just thought I should make sure you got it..."

Spike finally had to interrupt her.

"So do you have it then, luv?" He tried not to sound impatient, but he was anxious to get back to Buffy. He was hungry for her again already.

Fred stared at him blankly for a moment, then she remembered why she was there in the first place.

"OH. Oh, of course." She reached down behind her brought forth a bag that had a brightly wrapped package inside.

"I wrapped it in Valentine's paper thinking it would be romantic. That was before I knew about the whole marriage thing..."

"This is fine, pet. Thanks." He said interrupting her again, before she could even take a breath to start talking again he closed the door on her.

He shook his head and turned to lean on the door. He heard her move away and head down the stairs. He looked up and noticed Buffy standing across the large room at the foot of the stairs watching him curiously.

"What are you doing out of bed? More importantly what are you doing with clothes on?"

She smiled brightly at him, her eyes were eager. "Is that a present?"

He shook his head and chuckled. He dropped the bag on the couch as he crossed the room, towards her.

"Its too bad Fred is into blokes, she and Red would make quite the pair."

Buffy watched as he dropped the bag on the couch. When she moved across the room towards the couch he met her halfway and pulled her into his arms. She gave him a look.

"Will is having enough trouble figuring out what she wants with Oz." She got an amused look on her face. "But could you imagine the two of them babbling together." She giggled and looked up at him.

"Is it a present for me?" She asked excitedly. She moved as if to go around him, but he kept a tight hold on her and they wound up going around in a circle.

He smiled at her innocently.

"I don't know, pet. It might be. We'll see later." He told her, amused at her child-like behavior.

Out came the lower lip as she pouted up at him.

"Later, why later? Later's bad. Now. Now is good."

"That isn't going to work on me, luv."

In response her lip came out even more, she widened her eyes and blinked up at him pleading. She almost made him cave, but he shook himself and laughed at her.

"Come on, you brat, back to bed with you. Maybe if you're a good girl, I'll let you open your present later." His voice lowered seductively. He moved towards the steps, pushing her with him.

"What do you mean IF I'm good? I think I've been very good, don't you?" She sounded slightly indignant at the implication.

"You've been bloody amazing, as I think I mentioned. You showed me thing I didn’t think you knew.” He ran his tongue over the back of his upper teeth, “but I still think you can be better." He teased her. She could see his desire and hunger twinkling in his eyes.

"Really? Well all right then." With a quick movement she grabbed the band of her boxer shorts and dropped them to the ground. She turned, and moved back towards the stairs. She turned her head back to see whether he was following her or not.

Spike stood there staring at her bare bottom swaying as she walked towards the steps.

Seeing his distraction, Buffy made her move. She twisted around, ducked past him giggling and dashed for the couch. With a growl he lunged after her, catching her around the waist and tackling her to the ground.

"Now, now Slayer. You call that being good." He whispered in her ear. Her shirt had come up as they fell to the floor and the feeling of her bare behind rubbing against his chest as they struggled made him rock hard.

He moved one of his hands down between her legs and cupped her sex firmly. Her giggling abruptly cut off and another sound came out of her throat.

"Mmmmhh" She purred at the contact. He pushed her down onto her hands and pulled her back against him, rubbing his denim covered erection against her. Even through the denim he could feel her heat. He let one finger slip inside her.

"Oh Spike." She breathed out. She undulated against him. He could feel her juices start flowing as her internal muscles started grasping at his finger.

"What, luv? Did you want something?" He ground the palm of his hand against her clit as he pushed his finger deeper inside of her.

"Unh. Mmmm. More, I need more, please." She tried to rub her self against his hand, against his jeans, which were starting to get wet from her overflowing juices.

He removed his hand and rose up behind her. She cried out at the loss of contact and moved to turn around. He put one hand on her lower back and with the other he grabbed her neck and faced her head forward again, holding her on her hand and knees.

"Oh no. My little girl needs to learn some patience. Not to mention that little stunt you just pulled." Keeping the hand on her neck firm, but not painful, he took his other hand and ran one finger down the crack of her ass, along her lips and stopped right before her clit.

"How wet do you think I can make you before I let you come?" He asked her huskily. "How long can I keep you on the edge, baby?"

She made soft noises deep in her throat, but surprisingly made no moves to escape him.

"You're already so wet. God, I love how wet you get for me." He ran the tip of his finger lightly around her clit, taking care not to touch it in any way.

"Please, please." She gasped. "Oh please."

"Please what, Buffy?"

God, how could he make even her name sound so erotic.

"Please. Touch me, rub me. Please, oh god, I need you."

"Begging already? We've barely gotten started." He moved his finger back to her tight entrance and ran it the outside.

"Oh god please, put your fingers in me. Put your cock in me, fill me up."

"Not yet, remember patience." His voice was thick as he struggled against the urge to plunge into her. The scent of her arousal was thick, it almost made his mouth water. He lowered his head and licked along her lips gathering the moisture there onto his tongue. He let her sweet taste roll around his tongue.

"I never thought that anything could taste as sweet as your blood." He bent his head down for another lick make her moan. "but this may actually be sweeter."

His jeans were becoming almost painful. He brought his hand back and spread her lips. He blew lightly into her watching her twitch from the cool air.

She was gasping for air in front of him. Small mewling cries escaped her throat
with her gasps.

"I can see you getting wetter. The sight of you, the smell..." He bent his finger and stuck his knuckle in her tight hole, twisting it around, he could hear a faint wet sucking sound at his action.

Buffy let out a long moan. He knew she was totally lost in her need for him.

"I'm going to release you, but I want you to stay just where you are. Don't move a bit, I want to look at you. If you move or turn, I'll keep you on edge that much longer."

He let go of her neck and sat back on his heels taking in the sight before him.

Her skin was flushed and pink, her breath was still coming out in little gasps. The lips of her pussy were swollen and slick with moisture.

"You are so beautiful, Buffy." His words ran over her body like a caress. She felt her internal muscles clench in response to the sound of his voice, so sensual and filled with lust and love.

"You make me so hard." She heard him pull down the zipper on his pants and remove them. Her body tensed in anticipation. He knelt back down behind her on his knees.

"Do you want me, Buffy?"

She swallowed hard as she tried to remember how to speak. He grinned as he watched her try to find her voice.

"I guess not then." He started to back away.

"Nooo." She moaned.

"No, you don't want me?" His voice teased her.

"No. Yes." She cried desperately, not sure what the right answer was anymore. "I want you, I want you so much." Her voice shook with her need.

He positioned the head of his cock right at her opening, holding her steady with his other hand on her hip.

He inserted the head of his cock slowly inside her, but he held himself back from going deeper. Her cries were getting desperate now and he wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer.

"Oh wait. You still have to be punished for that little stunt you pulled." He moved the hand on her hip over and down between her legs stopping with the tip of one finger resting right at the beginning of her slit. He waited until her panting slowed, then he moved quickly and smacked his fingers on her clit.

"Unh" She moaned loudly and tried to push back on his cock. He held himself back making sure only the head was inside her.

"You like that baby?" He did it again harder she moaned louder and tossed her hips against him. He began rapidly spanking her clit making her dance on his cock head. Her cries, the sight of her bouncing around desperately seeking her release and her pussy trying to hungrily pull him in was just too much.

"FUCK." He yelled and buried himself deeply inside her. She screamed loudly and her muscles immediately started clamping down on him. He reached out and grabbed her hair pulling her head up so he could see part of her while she came long and hard. He could feel himself spurting into her wildly, his yells echoing her scream.

She ground her hips back against him trying to pull him in deeper. Then she knew what it was she needed. "Bite me, I need you to bite me."

He pulled her head up higher as he vamped. The feeling of his fangs on her sent her right into another orgasm much deeper than the first.

"Oh god, yes, oh god, Spike." She cried out in pleasure. Wanting to bring him along with her she instinctively began squeezing her internal muscles tightly around him while he was buried in her.

He gasped and raised his head at the feeling of what she was doing.

"Buffy? What...? Oh god baby." He came again in long spurts inside her which sent her over the edge in pleasure. Her arms and legs gave out and she collapsed beneath him. They landed in a tangle of limbs, convulsing together in ecstasy.

Five minutes later the last of the waves and their aftershocks had stopped and Buffy managed to catch her breath. She turned her head slightly and nuzzled Spike. He opened his eyes and let out a contented purr.


((I love you so much.)) He didn't speak, but she heard his voice clearly.

((I love you, too.)) She answered him. They smiled at each other. He
slowly moved off of her and rolled over onto his back next to her.

"So does that mean I can have my present now?"

"You can have anything you bloody want." His voice said in awe.

"Does that mean I was good, baby?"

He just looked at her incredulously. "Those muscles, god, yeah."

"Ok. I'll take the lack of a coherent sentence as a 'yes'." She felt a wonderful pride at being able to reduce him to this.

When she stood up she noticed she still had his shirt on. She went to pick up her boxer shorts and put them back on, but a hand on her ankle stopped her.

"One thing, luv." She paused, looking down at him. "No clothes. I rather fancy seeing you naked on that leather couch again."

She raised one eyebrow at him amused, before pulling his shirt over her head. He rose to his knees and place a kiss right over her mound.

"That's much better." He nuzzled his nose in between her lips before sending his tongue in to lick up their spendings as they ran out of her. She began to moan again as he twirled his tongue inside her. With an evil grin he removed his mouth and got to his feet.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply. She could taste both of them on his tongue with the faint coppery taste of her blood. She clutched his shoulder and pulled him closer as she ran her tongue over his. They broke apart only when she pulled back needing air.

She moved to the couch anxious to see the present he got for her.

Spike followed her nervously. He hoped she liked it. He also hoped she wasn’t expecting much.

He cleared his throat. “Buffy, it really isn’t anything spectacular. I mean it isn’t jewelry or anything like that.” He told her.

Buffy just looked at him amused. “I’m sure whatever it is I’ll love it.” She assured him. He didn’t look to confidant though.

She took the box out of the bag that Fred had put it in. It was wrapped with little hearts on the wrapping paper that said ‘Be Mine’.

“I think this paper she picked out was perfect for us, don’t you?” She asked him.

Spike sat on the edge of the couch and just watched her to uptight at what her reaction was going to be.

Buffy almost giggled at his nervousness, but she didn’t want to piss him off.

She ripped through the wrapping paper like a seven year old on Christmas morning and dove into the box eagerly. What she saw there made her freeze. She looked up at him in surprise.

“How did you…” She didn’t know what to say, tears came unbidden to her eyes.

“God I didn’t want to make you cry!!! I thought you would like it.” He was clearly upset, at her tears. If he had bothered to look inside himself through their bond he would have been able to tell they weren’t tears of sadness, she was just so touched.

Buffy reached into the box and pulled out the stuffed pig that was nestled inside. “Mr. Gordo.” She launched herself at Spike knocking him back into the couch. “Oh Spike, I love it so much. I didn’t know that you knew about Mr. Gordo.”

“How could anyone love you and not know about Mr. Gordo, luv.” He told her laughing, then added sheepishly. “Plus I spent enough nights outside your window listening to you talk to that stupid pig.”

“I didn’t think you got to take him with you before our battle with the First.” He further explained.

“No I didn’t think it would look good to the younger girls me going into battle with my stuffed pig by my side.” She admitted. “How did you find him?”

“Fred helped me. She spent days with me on Ebay and Amazon. You can get some crazy things online. Some git was actually auctioning off the chance to watch him cut off his hand!!!”

“Spike this is the nicest gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you so much.”

“I’m just glad you like it, pet.”

The two snuggled on the couch for a few minutes.

“Fred didn’t by any chance bring any food with her did she?” Spike just started laughing.

“No, but there should be some on its way soon. There’s also the chocolate cake in the fridge.”

“Chocolate, Mr. Gordo and a naked Spike!! This must be heaven.”


Willow sat at a desk in her suite, searching online for any explanation on what might have triggered the creature to attack Buffy and Spike. Oz sat on one of her chairs a few feet away reading through some old texts.

They had figured out it was a Golem of sorts, but instead of being created from a statue, it had been created from a man. It wouldn’t have registered as evil until someone programmed it.

That was what had Willow worried, so far she couldn’t find any way that the Golem could be remotely triggered which meant someone here at the school had done it. The thought that they had a traitor in their midst scared her.

Giles had gotten extremely upset at the situation and had locked himself in his office making phone calls. Willow wasn’t sure what was going on, but he had been acting strangely since the party. He was really upset with Buffy she knew, he asked every two hours or so if she had emerged from her rooms yet.

“I can’t find anything here.” She said out loud.

Oz looked up at her. “Maybe its time for a break. You’ve been up for over 24 hours now and you also go thrown down a flight of stairs earlier today. You could probably use some rest.”

Willow stood up and walked over to him. “I guess you’re right, I just hate the thought that someone here is trying to kill Buffy and Spike.”

“Any thoughts on who would do something like that?” Oz asked.

“Well, out of all the people here, Riley is the one with the biggest grudge against Spike I think. Plus he has the ‘demons are all bad’ attitude. Then again Angel was pretty upset about the whole mating thing, but I don’t think he would kill Buffy. Actually I don’t think either one of them would kill Buffy. They both loved her before.”

She sat on the floor in front of him. “You have anything?” She asked hopefully.

“You mean from the books?” Oz asked.

“Well from the books or from your Wolfy sense?”

“Nah, there are a lot of people here who aren’t too happy about what happened between Buffy and Spike, but I can’t tell if any of them actually mean them harm.”

Willow laid back on the floor and closed her eyes. “Goddess, why is this so hard.”

Oz just watched her with a smile on his face.

Feeling Oz’s gaze on her Willow opened her eyes for a peak. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was just remembering, before we actually met how I kept seeing you everywhere. I knew I had to meet you.”

Willow smiled, remembering. For a moment she felt a pang of guilt at the feelings she was having towards him, but then she remembered Xander’s words about Tara.

“So do you have the wolf under control now? Could you stay here at the school with us?” She sat up and looked at him trying not to sound or act to hopeful.

Oz just shook his head. “It really isn’t about controlling the wolf, its more like learning to live with it. I can call it up at will now, but as it gets close to the full moon, I just let it run wild. That’s why I was staying in Siberia and then the wilds of Canada. There are a couple of packs up there I can stay with.”

“Oh.” Willow tried not to let her disappointment show.

“You could always come and see the places. Lots of the others there have spouses or people that aren’t werewolves. With you being a witch you could probably find a way to come with me when I run wild. There is nothing like seeing the moon reflecting of the snow, knowing that there isn’t a trace of civilization around for miles.”

“I can’t leave the school. My place is here. Especially now, since Buffy’s probably going to leave, I think I need to stay.”

“Oh.” Oz tried not to sound disappointed.

“I guess we already had our chance.” She said sadly.

“Yeah, and then I messed it up.” Oz, showed the first hint bitterness, she had really ever seen in him.

“If that hadn’t happened, Oz, I would have never been with Tara and I can’t regret that.”

“No,” He said. “I don’t ever want you to regret that. I made a mistake though, I want you to know I am sorry.”

He stood up. “I better go. You need to sleep.”

She stood up as well. “Yeah, gotta get back at this research tomorrow.”

They both looked at each other awkwardly. “Well…” They said at the same time, then they both laughed.

“Good Night, Willow.”

“Good Night, Oz.” As she walked him walk away, it hit Willow. She remembered the first night she hung out with Buffy, the night that changed her life forever.

“Carpe Diem” She whispered to herself.

“Oz.” She called out to him. He turned around and she walked over to him. He didn’t say anything just watched.

She stood before him uncertainly, for a moment, then she grabbed him and kissed him. Oz wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back passionately.



Giles sat alone in his office drinking some scotch. He had had quite a bit of scotch in the last 24 hours. All around his office were texts he had acquired from the Wolfram and Hart library on the First. While they had a much more extensive collection on the First, none of it was anything on how to defeat it.

A knock sounded at his door.

“Come in.” He yelled irritably.

Robin Wood poked his head in. “I’m not disturbing you am I?” He asked entering into the room.

“No, I wish you were. I haven’t been able to find anything of use to me.”

“I just thought I should let you know I received a call today. There seems to be some trouble a few towns over. It maybe vampires or something more. They weren’t really clear.”

Giles took off his glasses and chewed on them thoughtfully. “Do you think it might be whoever sent the Golem today?”

“I don’t know, but I think someone should check it out.”

“Well, I suppose it shall have to be Faith, since Buffy seems to be on leave in her bedroom.” There was no mistaking the bitterness in Giles’ voice.

“Should we send her tomorrow?” Robin asked.

“No, I think she has classes tomorrow. See if you can find out anything more and we’ll send her the day after.”

“Ok then.” Robin nodded and turned to leave. “Good luck with your research.”

“Yes, thank you.” Giles already had his nose back in the book in front of him. After Robin left, Giles raised his head and looked blankly at the wall for a moment.

“What do you have planned next, Isaac?” He asked the empty room.