"Bye now," Spike said as he rammed a stake through his tenth vampire. He watched with a self-satisfied grin as the vampire busted into ashes. I have a definite fondness for stakes he thought to himself...well, when they're not pointed at my heart. "I mean, if you can't bite, you might as well stake," he mumbled.

"Here, vampires!" he called. "Come, kitty, kitty." He started to walk reluctantly towards campus. He hoped the redhead wouldn't be waiting up for him, wanting to 'girl-talk' or whatever they did these days. He unlocked the dorm and walked to Buffy's door. He opened the door to find Giles, Xander, and Willow crammed in the small room, waiting for him.

"Do you realized you look like clowns in a cop car?" he asked their disapproving faces. "Except without the smiles and the silliness," he added as an afterthought. "What's going on here?"

"Buffy," Giles began, "we're all here to help you. We're concerned that something is going on with you...I don't know how to say this without sounding accusatory..." he stuttered. He and Willow both looked at Xander.

"We're worried that you're pulling a Faith on us," Xander accused.

"Buffy," Willow said quickly, "do you think you might have experienced any types of demon possession or any kind of black mojo at all? I know it sounds weird, but after all, we are on the Hellmouth..."

"Actually," Spike began, "I'm bloody relieved you asked. Because I'm Spike in here."

"What?" said Xander.

"I know, I know. I pulled off a bloody good imitation of Buffy. I thought I had her pretty well down myself. But I am, in fact, not the Slayer. I'm Spike."

"Do you care to explain this at all?" asked Giles, confused.

"Last night, I went to bed with Drusilla in Brazil. This morning, I woke up in Buffy's bed, in her body. Don't know how or why. Thought maybe you squares could figure it out for me."

"But then what happened to Buffy?" asked Giles.

"Hell if I know," Spike said without care. "Maybe she woke up in Brazil...with my Dru," he said, his voice changing from flippancy to worry.

"Why don't you prove it," Xander asked. "Why should we believe you're a peroxide blood-sucking demon in there, and not Buffy playing a practical joke?"

"How about I twist your head off like the lid off of an aspirin bottle?" Spike asked seriously.

"I believe her," Willow said, raising her hand quickly. "I mean, him."

"Thanks, pet," Spike said, giving her a grin. "Now, how can this be fixed?" he added, turning his attention to Giles.

"Well, if Buffy is indeed in your body at this moment, then it would appear that some kind of spirit transmigration has occurred, causing Spike and Buffy's spirits to switch bodies," he stopped, noting everyone's confused expressions.

A realization came across Willow's face. "Like in Freaky Friday!" Spike and Xander laughed together, and chorused, "Yeah, it's Freaky Friday!" Willow turned back to Giles, a big smile on her face. "Freaky Friday?" he asked, as if the words would bite him.

"You know, that movie where the parent and child switch places..." Willow trailed off.

"...And wackiness ensues?" Spike offered to Giles. Giles shook his head.

"Guess pop culture references are pretty much lost on you, huh, Giles?" Xander asked with a pleased expression on his face.

"I really need to get a television," Giles murmured. "Anyway, this transmigration would most likely be caused by a spell cast the night they were switched. We'll have to look through the stacks for possible suspects."

Willow's face suddenly turned red. "Um, guys?" she ventured. They all turned to look at her. "I was working on a transmigration spell last night." She caught Spike's outraged eyes. "Not a bad spell. Good spell," she protested, "I was trying another one to get Amy changed from a rat back into a human."

"What, are you just picking any old spell out of a musty book and reading it aloud now? What happened to looking for a spell that changes the rat into the person? What's up with this soul stuff?" Xander exclaimed.

"The spell was in archaic Greek! I haven't learned that language yet! Sorry! How many archaic languages do you know?!" she flung at Xander.

"Well...none. But that's why I stick with spells done in pig Latin," Xander responded. Willow looked at Giles's face. "Giles, I'm sorry. The spell was cross-listed with travel through matter. I thought it was worth a try."

"That's enough, Willow. We'll just have to concentrate on reversing the spell. I only wish I knew where Buffy was," Giles said. "With research we should be able to correct this situation," he added, looking at Spike. "I hope you're not entertaining any ideas about hijacking Buffy's body permanently?"

"Oh, no. I hope you can get me back, because, in truth, I'm missing the biting and sucking," he said. At their questioning faces, he added, "Oh, not just Dru, you know. The victims, too."

*****

Buffy was racing to beat the sunrise. Stomping down on the pedal of her rented car, she flew down the road towards Sunnydale, repeatedly glancing in the rearview mirror at the eastern horizon. She sure as hell didn't want a repeat performance of the other day. The faint rosy fingers of dawn were dancing over the sky, but to Buffy they looked like claws, threatening to capture her in their crushing grasp. Her eyes dropped from the mirror to the road as she swerved wildly to avoid hitting the parked vehicle. She crashed straight on into the sign that heralded

"Welcome to Sunnydale". She gingerly backed up over the sign and looked around. No one was out on the streets yet. She put the car in drive and kept on going. As she sped towards the campus, a small smile crept across her face. Smashing that Welcome sign had given her some strange sort of satisfaction. The smile quickly dropped as she glanced in the mirror and saw the first rays of the sun break over the horizon. She slammed her foot down on the accelerator as she reached the edges of campus. Suddenly there was a burnt smell in the air. She realized that Spike's hair beginning to singe. She screeched to a stop in the middle of the street and abandoned the car, running for the manhole cover in the sidewalk. Her body started to hiss as she flipped the cover over and jumped into the dark, dank place. She landed on her feet, splashing into the sewer water.

She looked around at the musty, shadowed passages and sighed. "Home, sweet home."

Buffy started towards the passage that led to the basement of her dormitory, and then stopped. What am I doing? she asked herself. If I go to my dorm room, I'll scare the shit out of Willow. She's already not able to drink out of a glass bottle because of her last visit with Spike. I'll traumatize her if I just show up. But what if they know? Am I still there? Is Spike in my body? He better have not done anything bad with it, she frowned. Though if he knew that I've almost made him vamp barbecue several times in the past few days, he probably wouldn't be too thrilled. Especially now that I've messed up his hair, she thought, running her hand over the singed blond locks. And I probably got Dru all pissed off at him too. She sternly admonished herself. Why am I caring about Spike's hair and love life? He could have Kenny G. hair and a whole harem of girls for as far as I care. I hate him, she thought passionately.

Her mind turned back to her situation. What if I'm still there and I'm me? What if I really am Spike and I'm just going crazy? I'll be stuck in this body for the rest of my life, she panicked, thinking that I'm Buffy, but maybe I'm going through a major identity crisis. Fear thundered through her mind, overloaded her tired senses along with a severe lack of sleep. A overwhelming fit of light-headedness came over her, and she grabbed the wall for support. I need some blood, she thought. She turned and stumbled in the direction of Willie's bar. The trip through the sewers seemed like a infinite trek in the wilderness.

She finally reached the entrance to Willie's bar and climbed up into the back of the bar. She swaggered out into the front room, noting that for all it's change to the good side, the bar still attracted some pretty seedy looking customers. She sat down at the bar, facing Willie's back and leaned forward so that she was a couple inches from his ear. "Hi Willie," she whispered, "miss me?" The bartender jumped a few feet in the air, wheeling around to face her.

"Spike," he gasped. "Hey, buddy, what are you doing?" he asked nervously. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, just thought I'd spend my hard-earned vacation in Sunnydale, seeing the sights, doing the typical tourist thing, you know?" Buffy said sarcastically.

"What do you think I'm doing here?" Willie looked seriously scared. "What do you want?"

"I'm...looking for Buffy. Have you seen her around?" Buffy asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, she was here last night with Willow and Xander, you know, her little friends. They had dinner," Willie replied. Buffy's heart sank. All right, first things first, she thought. I'm about to faint. "I need a drink," she said tersely.

"Sure thing, Spike," Willie laughed nervously. "In fact, I've still got that flask of English blood somewhere back here." Willie bent under the bar in search of the flask.

"No," Buffy said sharply. Willie's head hit the underside of the bar as he tried to straighten up quickly. He swore and raised himself upright, rubbing his head.

"I want animal blood," she said quickly. Willie's eyes opened wide.

"Animal? Spike, old buddy, are you broke or something? Don't worry about it, it's on the house," he said reaching back down.

"No, I want animal blood," Buffy said forcefully.

"Okay," Willie said, slowly and distrustfully. "I think I've got some in the back. I've cut down on my stock since Buffy started cracking down on me, but I'll see what I have. Hope you're not on one of those crazy vamp diets? You know, like only the blood of a dog for one week and then a dash of human the other. What vamps will do for good looks," he said, shaking his head as he walked to the back. Buffy looked around the bar. This old guy was staring right at her. She looked away, then looked back. She glared at him, trying to force him to stop. He kept staring.

"What are you looking at?" she asked defensively. He got up and slowly walked toward her. He stopped a foot from her face and slapped her across the cheek. Buffy recoiled from the force, the blow sending waves of pain through her already weak body.

"Excuse me?" she said incredulously. "Do I know you?" The man leaned towards her and said in a low voice, "You killed my daughter. I stood there and watched you drain her dry." Buffy looked back at him in shock as the man straightened up and walked slowly out of the bar. "Here you go," Willie said almost cheerfully as he handed her the glass of blood. She drank the glass in one gulp. "Who was that?" she asked faintly.

"Some crazy nut. Comes in every day, sits in the corner. Always says he's waiting for someone. He didn't bother you, did he?" Willie asked.

"No," Buffy replied sadly. She sniffed and wiped away a tear that was threatening to roll down her cheek.

"If you don't mind me asking, is something wrong, Spike? Girl troubles again? You're really not yourself today."

"No, I'm not," Buffy said longingly. Then she realized she was completely blowing her cover. "Um...I'm having some troubles with the car. The, uh, bloody car. You know...pet?" Willie looked at her like she'd gone completely nuts.

"Um...so I'll be going now. I'm...bloody going. Yeah." She beat a hasty retreat to the sewers, leaving a very confused bartender behind. She wandered around in the tunnels, waiting out the sun. She whistled a familiar tune and sighed. It was going to be a long wait. She mumbled to herself, "You know, I can see how being undead would make you take up smoking."

***

Spike shifted in his hard wooden chair as the gang discussed the problem of researching the spell. After he had throw several of Giles's oldest books against the wall, the slayerettes had relegated him to the status of errand boy. And Willow was still hurt from his insults of her ability to translate archaic Cretan. Spike fumed. She deserved the barb, after all, how popular was 'debasing the beef' in the ancient world? Spike jumped up to change the music. Upon arriving in Giles's research room he had immediately devoured the records and discarded those that he deemed unlistenable. Which left a meager stack to supply the group with study music. Xander had made a snide remark about how Spike's music taste was as picky as Giles's and yet just as bad. Spike had threatened to pluck the teenager's arms off like wings off a chicken. It was at that point Giles had sent him for jelly doughnuts. Giles frowned as Spike put on a new record and turned up the volume. He decided, however, to drop it rather than spill blood on the new carpet.

"Don't you have anything for me to slay yet, people?" Spike asked loudly, in annoyance.

"It's daylight," Xander said, as if explaining to a small child. "Vampires, in general, have been known to dislike the sun. But it could just be me."

"Daylight has never kept me from quality carnage before," Spike pouted.

"Why don't you go to Willie's and get us some takeout for dinner?" Giles asked in desperation.

"No. I hate that wanker," Spike replied fiercely.

"Then don't go," Giles said tightly. "But do us all a favor. Sit down and shut up." Spike knew a Ripper when he heard one. He sat down. Then stood up again. "I'm going to go pick up a pack of cigarettes. All this waiting is giving me a bloody heart attack."

Willow looked up, "Which is cool, because before, you couldn't say that, cause you didn't have a heart. But now you have one. So you can make that complaint..." she trailed off at everybody's stares.

Xander took over the conversation. "You are not smoking in that body, young man."

"What did you say to me?" Spike asked menacingly.

"That's Buffy's body and she doesn't want you stinking it up. You're smoking over my dead body."

"That can be arranged," Spike said, amidst much groans from the room. "What? I've spoken to the funeral director." Spike fiddled around in the chair as the sun set. "All right, now can I slay?" he whined.

"Only if you eat all the vegetables on your plate," Xander replied seriously.

"Go ahead," said Giles, eager to be rid of the nuisance. Willow and Giles buried their heads back into the books as Xander looked around.

"This is no fun for me. Can I be demoted back to errand boy?" Spike walked down the campus road, heading for the center of town, when he got a tingly feeling on the back of his neck.

"Red rover, red rover, let the vamp come on over," he mumbled, readying his stake. Suddenly he was knocked to the ground without a warning. He looked up in fear and saw a tall blond vampire standing over him.

"Hello cutie," the vampire said in the accent of his hometown, with a half smile. Then Spike realized that the vampire standing in front of him was...well...him.

************

Spike swung to his feet slowly and the two adversaries eyed each other warily. Buffy's bravado disappeared, and she tentatively voiced her fears with her question. "Spike? Is...is that you?"

"No, it's the bloody Easter Bunny," Spike said sarcastically, yet he was relieved. The gang's hypothesis had been correct. Buffy visibly brightened, now that a burden of worry had been removed. Spike circled around Buffy slowly, taking in every inch of his own body. "I can't believe this! I haven't seen myself for two hundred years!" he crowed happily.

"Small loss there," Buffy said with a smirk. The smile left Spike's face and he looked suspicious. "What happened to my hair?"

"So, have you killed any of my friends yet?" Buffy asked quickly. "Does the gang know what happened? Are they working on something to reverse this? Because I'm not loving your life."

Spike looked pointedly at the hair before answering her questions. "Well, as much as your friends resemble a Quickie Mart to me, I've manage to restrain myself so far. But that Xander is begging to become a Slurpee." He paused to watch Buffy fight a smile, and felt an almost pleased sensation. "And yes, you'll be happy to know that I informed your entourage of the switch and they are working on it right now. The witch cast some spell wrong. They have to figure out how to reverse it. Translations and the whole lot. It gives me a bloody headache."

"Willow, she's a rat, accept it," Buffy mumbled to herself.

"What pet?" Spike asked, confused.

"Oh, nothing," she said. "So you haven't managed to screw up my life while you were in Sunnydale? That's a first. How'd that happen?"

"What's with all these questions, Slayer? Maybe I should be asking you some questions of my own. For instance, how did you get here? Where's Dru? And how come I'm looking a bit crispy round the edges? I know I didn't leave my body looking like it came out of a toaster oven."

"I got here by plane, thank you very much. Dru's still in Brazil."

"She let you leave the house by yourself?" Spike asked in disbelief.

"Well..."

"You left her?" Spike roared. "You left her by herself with those minions with mashed potatoes for brains? What are you, some kind of complete moron?"

"I left a note! I had to get up here quick! What did you think I'd do, spend the whole night up here pampering the diva? Besides, I had to leave. She was crawling all over me the other night. I didn't want a repeat performance." Buffy said in anger.

"Anyway, you didn't seem too concerned about her till now. It's not like you were rushing down from Sunnydale to find her, or anything." Spike brushed this fact aside.

"And what about my body? That there's prime goods you're taking care of! I like my body, and I'd also like it returned to me in one piece, thank you!"

"I wouldn't be talking about returning a body in one piece, if I were you. I'm the one who should be worried about getting my body back unscathed. Look at the way I had you on the floor in a split second. How did you ever kill two slayers, Spike? Your form is terrible. It's not even as good as that, it's complete shit!"

"You want to have it out right now, Slayer? Right here, come on, then!" Spike shouted as he assumed a threatening stance. Buffy, egged on by his threat, swiftly punched him in the face as he delivered a kick to her lower leg, spilling her onto the ground. Spike was about to pounce on her when he caught sight of himself, sprawled out on the ground in pain, in full vamp face. Buffy looked back up at herself, a bright red spot standing out on the cheek she had hit.

"Okay, I can't do this," she said, "it's just too weird." Spike looked at her for a moment, looking away, and then looking back. "Let's get you up, then," he said softly as he bent down to pick her up. Buffy tried to stand up on her own but was feeling waves of faintness again.

Spike dragged her to her feet and she clung onto him. "What's wrong, pet?" he asked, almost tenderly, when she wouldn't let go. He heard her breath catch, and he pushed her body forward, so he could see her.

"Don't-" Buffy tried to call out, before he saw her. She was still in game face, her eyes fierce and wild. Spike knew the look on her face, he had felt it millions of times before.

"Pet," he admonished. "What have you had to eat today? Slayer or not, you do have to take care of yourself. Especially since that's my body you're famishing," he added with a grin. "Let's go get you someone tasty."

"Spike," Buffy said in disbelief, "I can't hunt someone down and drink from them. I don't have that in me."

"Hmmm. Oh! I have an idea," Spike said. "How about I accidentally kill a human in the line of duty, and then, oops, you accidentally fall onto it's neck and suck the bugger dry. Then we'll both be happy."

"Spike, that's ridiculous," Buffy said witheringly.

"Why not? Faith did it. Except for the blood sucking part. Although, we don't know that for a fact. I heard that chick was into some pretty freaky stuff." Spike saw another half-smile from her, but he knew she was tiring.

"Well, just feed from me, then," he said practically. He smiled when he saw a jaw drop. "No need to look at me as if I was the bloody messiah. I mean, this isn't even my body. It would be more like...feeding from yourself." He drew her in closer, still supporting her and held his wrist up to her mouth in a tender motion. She looked at him with wonder. Her eyes softened. "But what if-"

"Buffy, it'll be all right," Spike said softly. She closed her eyes and sank her fangs into his wrist, slowly drawing out the blood and savoring every drop.

Spike stopped her after a comfortable amount and she rested in his arms for a moment. Then she looked up into his eyes. They could both feel the heat, the closeness of their bodies pressed together. The smell of primal hunger in the air. Their faces drew closer and their mouths searched for each other. And then Buffy took a good look at the mouth two inches from hers, and stopped, because that was her mouth. And her face, looking back at her. She then noticed Spike had stopped and was looking at her as well.

"Are you incredibly wigged out by this?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah."

"Wanna save this for later?" she asked quickly, business-like.

"Oh, yeah," he emphasized. They quickly turned and walked back towards the college.

*****

Spike shoved open the door to the research room with a flourish, startling the gang. Xander and Willow flew back into their seats at the sight of Buffy and Spike walking in together. Giles quickly sized Buffy up.

"Buffy?" he ventured carefully.

"In the flesh," Buffy replied cheerfully. The she frowned. "Well, not really in the flesh, 'cause Spike's got that. But I am present both in mind and spirit."

"I brought you the Slayer," Spike interjected with a withering sidelong glance at Buffy. "So how's about switching us back? Before she starts injuring other parts of my anatomy."

"Hey," Buffy said, insulted, "didn't know you were such a hair guy."

"Well, Angel is his sire..." Xander reminded. Both Spike and Buffy glared him down until he closed his mouth. "Will someone tell him to stop reminding me that I'm related to the grand wanker of Sunnydale?" Spike asked.

"Actually, I believe he goes by the grand wanker of Los-" Xander stopped. "My lips are closing now. Watch them shut."

"Buffy, Spike," Giles interrupted, rubbing his head gingerly. "Perhaps it would be best if you two go get some sleep."

"We pretty much have the research thing under control," added Willow.

"Well...I guess I can sunproof my dorm room," Buffy pondered.

"Where am I sleeping?" Spike asked, suddenly feeling a little out of place.

"Just sleep with Buffy," Giles said in annoyance. Amid shocked stares from the rest of the room, he added, "In separate beds, good God, people."

"What about Willow?" Xander asked anxiously. "Buffy can fend off this body snatcher, but what about Will?"

"Well, not to offend you, Spike," Willow began apprehensively, "but, um, Oz gets back from his tour tonight and I've kind of appointed myself Welcome Wagon, so I'll probably be sleeping...over there. Tonight. And I'll be going now," she added with a deep breath, as she awkwardly gathered up her books and made a quick exit.

"Strange girl," Xander said in wonder.

"Now I bet she'd be a good shag," Spike mused. The gang swung around to stare at him. He looked around. "Did I say that out loud?" Buffy decked him.

Spike shielded himself and spoke out in defense, "Well you have to admit it...once you see that hair, you start to wondering if it's natural-oomph!" he cried out as Buffy socked him in the stomach. She glared at him and turned around to get back to business to find Xander's eyes glazed over in preoccupation and Giles with a little half-smile on his face. "...I could have seduced her myself, last November, but I was still too hung up on Dru," Spike sniffed. The gang simultaneously rolled their eyes.

"Yeah, you were a real Don Juan with that broken bottle," Xander scoffed.

"You'd be surprised at how many women that approach works with," Spike said with a knowing smile.

"Can we step from the locker room back into reality now?" Buffy asked. "You two Casanovas can trade pick-up lines later. I need to get some sleep." Spike sized up Buffy. She did look like she needed some rest.

"C'mon pet," he said protectively, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Let's go get some rest." Buffy looked as if to protest, but let him steer her out of the room. Giles and Xander were left staring at their backs.

"Okay, that has to be one of the weirdest things I've ever seen, and I live on the Hellmouth," Xander said. "Buffy with her arm around Spike? Or...no, wait...that was Spike, with his arm around Buffy..." he said in confusion. He and Giles stared off into space for a minute.

"We've got to change them back," Giles said in desperation.

"Uh huh," Xander seconded.

*****

"Home sweet home," Buffy murmured in satisfaction as she closed the door behind her. Spike looked at her strangely.

"What?" Buffy questioned.

"Nothing," he faltered, "...well...it's just that, that's my line." She gave him a strange look. "Nevermind." Buffy started rummaging around in the closet.

Spike sat down on Willow's bed and looked around her room. A sigh escaped his lips. "I had a very interesting night here with Willow last night," he began, to break the silence that had descended on the room. He trailed off as Buffy barged out of the closet with heavy construction paper and a roll of tape.

"Oh really?" she said in a casual tone. Spike noted the edge in her voice and the set of the jaw. He groaned inwardly. She began to black out the windows with an unusual amount of energy. "What? Did you and Willow have an orgy, or something?" she asked, punctuating the question with the loud ripping of the tape off the roll.

"Um...no?" Spike said in confusion. Buffy tacked up the last piece and slammed the tape down. She whirled around on Spike. "Well? Go ahead. Tell me your endearing little anecdotes. Dazzle me with your one-liners. That's all we really have together, right? It's not like I really matter to you or anything."

"Aw, Slayer, c'mon," Spike jested, "You know you're my bestest mortal enemy in the whole wide world."

Buffy glared at him, angry tears forming. "You know, I was actually crazy enough to think that this switch might have happened for a reason. To bring us together somehow. I mean, for the past couple of days I've felt closer to you than I have ever wanted to be. And, for most of it, you weren't even there. But I have. Been here. Perched in your body, feeling you out. And...I think, I thought...that I liked what I'd found. It's like there's this weird connection between us. I can't explain it. And sometimes I don't like it. Sometimes I hate it. But there are times..." she smiled softly, "...very rare and far in between, when I want that bond to be there. To stay. Beyond this whole switch thing."

She wiped away a tear, her shoulders lowering in frustration. She turned away from Spike and sank down on her bed. Spike stood still for a moment, and then moved to sit beside her. Buffy shrank away but Spike pulled her to him and just held her. They sat in silence as the clock on the wall ticked away seconds and minutes. They leaned back on the bed in a fetal embrace, their skulls pressed tightly together. Staring through each other's eyes. The power lines running through the old building hummed and purred, serenading them, melding them together. They were floating in a cosmic sea that dissolved and reformed until neither remembered where they began or left off. Spike surfaced from the reverie first, and broke the silence with a gentle whisper. "I feel it too."

"Mmmm?" Buffy said.

"Something pulling us together. Since the day I arrived in Sunnydale. Like's Dru's old mind trick. 'Be in me', you know. I was absorbed and repelled by you. I wanted to hold you in my arms, and drain you until your essence merged into me."

"That's a cheerful thought."

"But instead, it's I that have been dissolved into you. It's bloody weird, and uncomfortable, but I can't say that I've entirely hated it." He smiled at her, leaning in for a kiss.

"-But-" she protested as he laid a finger across her opened lips to silence her. She looked at him, her desire growing out of her. "Hell, we only live once," she groaned, then frowned. "Well, technically, you've lived twice-" He cut her off with a soft kiss that lengthened as chills ran through her body. They drew apart reluctantly.

Her smile dropped when she saw a perplexed look come across Spike's face. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Spike suddenly grinned. "Oh, nothing's wrong, pet. Just found something I'd been looking for," he said with a pointed look down south at the sudden hardness pressed against him.

"Oh my god!" Buffy screeched, flying off the bed. "That's really sick, Spike!" Spike tossed and turned on the bed in a fit of laughter. He stopped long enough to say to Buffy's crotch, "I always knew you'd come back to me, tiger," before falling back on the bed. Buffy placed both hands over the jeans, and gave Spike a fatal glare.

"If you can't handle this situation properly, then get off my bed and into your own," she said through gritted teeth.

"Looks like I'm not the one who needs to be told to behave," he said leering.

"Get off!" she yelled. Spike made a hasty retreat to the other side of the room and slipped into bed. Buffy threw herself into bed, grumbling about a certain British asshole. She turned out the light and rolled over, ready for sleep. Suddenly, she opened one eye.

"Spike?"

"Yes, pet?"

"Good night."

"Night, Buffy."

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