She sighed as she looked out her window. Another lonely day ended with another lonely night. Something wasn't right though, she had a....a feeling. A noise on her balcony startled her. Turning around quickly, she glanced outside through the curtains and sighed in relief. She opened the door and flung herself into his waiting arms. He held her tightly, closing his eyes. "I missed you so much," She whispered, her face buried in his shirt. "I missed you more." He answered gruffly and she looked up at him, their eyes both shimmering with tears. He ran his thumb over her cheek and she smiled at him. They made their way into another room, her second floor kit-and-caboodle she jokingly called it. A combination snackbar and living room. He looked around it and they walked to the couch, leaning back into the cushions. The hours of the night flew by as they spent their time, talking, kissing, and laughing. Finally, dawn began to approach and she started to cry, burying her face in his shirt, holding him close. "Don't cry, sweetheart." "It's not fair." Came her muffled reply. He lifted her chin and met her teary gaze. "What do you mean this time?" "Us. This just isn't fair. A few stolen hours in the night, barely even once a week." She stood up angrily and began to pace. "Last time you were here, you remember what happened? Someone got suspicious I was being stalked and I had a guard for two weeks. Pure torture! It's ridiculous!" He watched the way she moved and noticed her rage. Soon, he knew, she would begin throwing or breaking things. "You know I love you, but this is too hard. I can't do it. I just can't do this anymore." He looked at her, shocked, and stood up. "Wha....what?" "Yes. I'm not going to stand for this any longer." In an attempt to lighten the mood, he joked. "Then sit down." An icy glare made him utter an apology and fall silent. "Stay the day with me." His eyes widened in amazement and she nodded. "Yeah, stay the entire day with me. I'm not going anywhere today, we can hang out, kind of." "Oh, pet, I don't know." She walked right up to him and stared straight into his eyes. Sapphire blue meeting icy, crystalline blue. Her lower lip jutted out slightly and she said one word. "Please?" That look condemned him to whatever she asked and he sighed. "Yes, love, I'll stay." She grinned and kissed him, before twirling around the room happily. He shook his head at how easily he had given in. 'If any of the guys from my old gang could see me, they would die of shock. Imagine me, a Master Vampire, melting with one glance from his girlfriend.' He chuckled and she looked at him. "What are you chuckling at?" "Me, I'm a Master Vampire, over 200 years old, and I give into a human girl when she pouts." She laughed and drug him downstairs. He stumbled and fell into the direct path of the sunlight. He yelled and hissed in pain, his demon face slipping into place. "Spike!!" The smoking welts on his arms and face stood out against his chalky white skin. "Bloody Hell!!! That hurt!!" She quickly shut the curtains and led him to the couch. She ran and heated up some blood bags and brought them to him. He drained two before speaking. "They aren't going to help, I was burnt too severely." She nodded and tilted her neck, pushing his face to her pulsating jugular. He tried to fight, but her grip was surprisingly strong and he gave in, sinking his fangs into her delicate skin. Which is how Xander and Buffy found him when they opened the door. "Willow" Buffy grabbed Spike and pulled him back. Xander tossed her a stake and was about to stab him when Willow spoke, her voice low and even. "Stop." Buffy looked at her. "Buffy get away from him.." She hesitated, her will strong. "Now." Buffy stepped back against her true will, and Spike stood, wincing and slowly walking back to Willow. She once again tilted her neck and he began to drink from her again. Xander and Buffy watched, puzzled and slightly disgusted by the scene they were witnessing. Spike pulled away and looked at her, his human features returning. "You...your blood..." He saw his arms had healed. "But.....how? I can normally tell.....but with you..." Willow smiled, "Buffy and Xander don't know either." She looked to them. "I'm an Immortal. He can't kill me, he wouldn't even try to. I'm sorry I had to Command, but you can't kill him, or even hurt him. He's mine." "Yours? You claim a vampire belongs to you?" Xander asked increduously. "Yes, because he does. I belong to him, he belongs to me. It's simple. He has been here since midnight, we often meet after dark, since I was too weak to use my full power. I love him. I convinced him to spend the day with me so I could tell you all that we are together, he tripped coming down the stairs and fell into the direct sunlight. Human blood wasn't healing him, so I forced him to take mine, he hadn't even begun to drink when you came in." They stared, awestruck, processing the information.Their best friend had just informed them that she was not only an Immortal, but in love with a vampire as well. "You love her?" Buffy asked. Spike smiled at Willow and looked Buffy straight in the eyes. "More than anything else in the world." "You hurt her and I will stake you to the ground and dance around you as the sun rises, laughing as you slowly burn. Understand?" He grinned. "Perfectly, pet."

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