Chapter 15: In Which They Find Each Other 
	"This place is amazing. I feel so different." Buffy said to Vivian. The sorceress smiled at her. "I think it's the wine." Buffy put the glass down only to see Spike standing in front of her.
	"Buffy." He murmured. "You look..."
	"I feel bare." She touched the gauze like material that shimmered and billowed around her, and tried to pull it closer. Save a tiny bikini, it was all she wore. She felt absolutely naked under his ravenous gaze. "And you?" He had something of the same except his chest was exposed. Both had henna like tattoos painted on them. Tents rose around the area as people danced on the moss covered earth. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, as if it had stopped for the magical night. 
	 "Do you want to dance?" Drums beat around them, a rhythm felt in every cell. 
	"Do I ever." She took his hands, noticing the way the flames reflected in his eyes, as if they held the very fire burning within them. Her gaze swam. She was burning but at the same time she couldn't feel a thing except his hands. 
	Every muscle of his flinched as he pulled her closer and closer until they were barely an inch away. "Kiss me." Buffy begged. She pressed her lips to his, a fervent need filling her. 
	"Anything you want." He pressed his body against hers, the thin, gossamer material to much to bare.
	"I need you. Now. Inside me." She clawed at him, almost in tears.
	"Let the ritual begin!" People began swarming around. Buffy and Spike felt themselves being pressed towards a tent and let themselves fall inside onto a mountain of bedding. They kept kissing. Buffy traced the henna tattoo down his chest. 
	"Are you sure you want this?" Spike stopped kissing her for a moments hesitation. They looked at each other. 
	"Yes. Ever since we got here. You've been so different. You've become what I need." 
	"But when we get back..."
	"Don't worry about that now." She pressed her finger to his lips and ripped the halter top off her chest. "Just be with me."
	"No arguments here." Satisfied Spike let her pull him into her world until they were so intertwined with each other their thoughts were one. Buffy could see the sun was coming up through the roof of the tent but made an attempt to hide it by propping up a blanket in the doorway. Spike pulled her back down and kissed her hair. It was scented with oils and flowers and sweat. 
	*There is no Crown of Knowledge.*
	*No. It only exists as a reason to journey. To find and to learn and to explore.*
	*To discover.*
	Somewhere else a woman screamed. Because if Vivian hadn't intervened then the Magical Crown would be real. Because as soon as the new worlders realized it wasn't real then it wasn't. It had to do with knowledge. 
	*Everything feels so different.*
	*Whatever happens now...*
	*We're a part of each other. Nothing can ever change that.*
	*I think I'm starting to fall in love with you...*
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