Buffy wakes up in the middle of the night to a knock on her door. The knock gets louder and louder.

"Alright", she says. "Whoever it is better have a good excuse for waking me up this late." She opens the door, only to find Spike standing on the porch with a cigarette in his mouth. "What are you doing at my house, you"... "Relax, Slayer", Spike says calmly. "I didn't come to see you, I came to check on Little Bit."

"Well she isn't here", Buffy replies angrily. Spike's face was filled with disapointment. Buffy couldn't stand it. "Come in", she said. Spike's face lit up. "Really? Me?" he asked. "Why is he acting so dumb" Buffy thought to herself. Spike walked in hesitantly, and sat on the couch. Buffy walked over to him. "Well" she said. "What time are you leaving?" "Already, Slayer?" Spike asked. "What the Bloody hell is wrong with you?" Buffy went upstairs. "You coming?" she asked. Spike just sat there. Confused and surprised. "Yeah, he said. I'll come". They both dashed upstairs into Buffy's bedroom. Buffy looked at Spike. Spike looked at Buffy. Spike then took his shirt off. Then his boots, pants, underwear....

Buffy burst out laughing. "What?" Spike asked. He looked down. "Oh, that......

to be continued