Special Thanks to my wonderful betas, AthenaHahn and BlacknBlue2

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Buffy picked up the shirt Spike had tossed her and just sat there looking at it.

“Something wrong love?” Spike asked, seeing her lack of response.

“We need to talk, Spike, about certain misconceptions and expectations you may have of me,” Buffy quietly murmured.

“Why don’t I like the sound of that,” Spike remarked as he sat heavily on the end of the bed.

“Depends on how you will take what I’m about to say.”  Buffy sighed gently.  “First off, let me say that I enjoyed what happened this morning, and I don’t regret it at all.”

Spike just sat there, looking at her, waiting patiently for what he assumed was going to be a major brush off.

“When you said that I hadn’t had sex before, you were mistaken, but given my physical condition it’s perfectly understandable,”  Buffy informed him quietly.

“I’m not sure I understand pet.  I mean I FELT that little barrier and you said…” Spike started to say.

“I said I was intact, not that I hadn’t had sex before,” Buffy interrupted.

“How is that possible, unless the guys were that small…?” Spike trailed off with a smirk on his face.

“It’s a little hard to explain, but…” Buffy paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, and then nodded abruptly.  “You might understand given your nature.”  Buffy smiled gently at Spike.   “See, I was a virgin when I died the first time, and ever since then my body heals all physical damage quite rapidly.  And since the tearing of the hymen does involve physical damage…”  She trailed off, blushing a little.

Spike gave her a heated look.  “So, what you are saying is, no matter how many times you have sex, your virginity repairs itself?”

“Yup, that’s me, the eternal virgin,”  Buffy said with a sardonic twist to her lips.

“How long does it take to repair between… sessions?”  Spike asked as he was very interested in the whole idea.

“Not really sure, but it shouldn’t take a long time for something that small,” Buffy said, then giggled.  “I meant the membrane. Not, you know, your dick.”

“Ta love.  Glad you don’t think this,” and he cupped his denim-covered cock, “is small.”

“From what I’ve seen, and felt, you are far from small, and I can’t wait to see if it feels as good as it looks,”  Buffy said with a slight grin and a blush.

Spike ran one hand down the side of her face as he leaned forward.  Cupping her chin, he pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss.  “Soon pet, soon.  I’ll let you play with it all you want, provided you let me find out if you taste as wonderful as you smell.”  Spike took a deep, exaggerated breath and grinned wolfishly.

“Deal,”  Buffy said with a heavy blush.  “Now, before everyone upstairs comes down here, I think we need to go see what all the fuss is about with the ‘idiot brigade’ as you called them."

Sliding from the bed, Buffy indulged in a long, tendon-popping stretch, completely unaware of the effect her actions were having on Spike.  As she donned the shirt, and headed towards the stairs, she glanced back at him and giggled.

Standing up to follow her, Spike caught her eye and boldly adjusted himself and said with a smirk, “You look better in my shirt than I do, baby.”

They ascended the stairs into the kitchen where Buffy grabbed a cup of coffee and Spike heated up a mug of blood.  Each carrying their respective beverage, they headed into the living room.  Buffy made a bee-line for the chair she had occupied last night, seeing as it was the only one free.  Ignoring the looks she was getting, she tugged Spike down to sit on the arm of the chair.

“Holy…  LEGS!  Why is she showing off her naked legs?  And why is she wearing Spike’s shirt?”  Xander started ranting.  “Please don’t tell me he seduced her in such a short time.”

“Alexander Harris, what my mother chooses to do, and with whom, is her choice and none of your business.  Don’t you start trying to ‘protect’ her from what you perceive to be something wrong,”  Joyce berated him.  “Or so help me; I’LL start cutting parts off.”

“HEY! Hold on a sec, Mrs. Summers.  I didn’t mean to insult Buffy,” Xander paused and seeing the look on Joyce’s face, continued, “Or Spike.  It just took me by surprise, all the legs and skin and naked legs.”

Anya reached over and smacked Xander on the back of his head.  “Quit staring at Buffy’s legs.  Yes they are nice legs, but they are her legs, and maybe Spike’s legs.  NOT yours, so keep your eyes off of hers and on mine.  Or there will be no orgasms for you for a week!”  Anya stated with a firm nod.

Buffy turned sideways a little, curling up in the chair, making sure to keep her ass covered as she leaned against Spike.

“Okay, you guys sent Dawn down to wake us up.  What was so all-fired important?”  Buffy asked.

At that point Giles walked out of the downstairs bathroom.  “Oh good, they are up.”  He blinked and took off his glasses.  “Why is Buffy wearing Spike’s shirt?”

“Don’t go there G-man.  I did and it got really weird.  What with Mrs. Summers threatening to chop off my parts.”  Xander said.

“I see. Then I shall refrain from mentioning it, and continue with the questions I have,”  Giles said as he polished his glasses and put them back on.

Buffy looked up at Spike and rolled her eyes.  “Damn, and here I was hoping they got us up here to feed us pizza or something,”  she whispered.

“If I may, Buffy.  Can I start by asking you about your sword?  I’ve read a few texts on one that seems identical and was wondering…”  Giles started to ask.

Buffy interrupted him.  “Chill Jeeves, it is the same sword.  There was only one made, and it was made as a birthday present for me, by my father.  It has never been in anyone else’s hands but mine.  So do you want to know who made it? What it can do? Or if the rumors about it are true?”

“All of the above, I’m afraid.  If it’s not too much trouble.”  Giles said in an apologetic tone.

“Okay ladies and gents, prepare for a long night.  Joycie, order up some Chinese and Pizza, I’m paying.  Oh, and see if they can deliver a couple bottles of wine, maybe a sparkling cider for my little sunrise, and a bottle of Jack for the gentlemen.”  Buffy looped one arm over Spike’s leg and gave it a gentle squeeze.  “I’ll tell you all about my sword: who made it, who I am… and more importantly, why I am here.