A/N: This fic was written for the fic on demand LJ community. Someone requested a fic where one of the characters was on a sugar high. Silliness definitely abounds in this fic!

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Willow grinned at Spike, tolerating his attentions for a few blissful moments before squirming out of his embrace. She began pacing back and forth across her bedroom in search of more sweets as she babbled her thanks for the gift she had discovered on her bed earlier.

"It was so sweet of you to buy me chocolates! I probably shouldn't have eaten the whole box at once, but it was chocolate, and you know me, I can't resist chocolately goodness. I probably shouldn't tell you that, since you're a big bad vampire who likes to take advantage of me and I guess that is a weakness you could take advantage of, but then again, I kind of like it when you take advantage of me, and you sure seem to like it too, so I guess there's really no harm done…."

Willow continued to ramble, barely taking time to breath in between sentences, but for once, Spike didn't roll his eyes in amusement. Instead, he found himself just as hopped up as she was.

"What do you mean, I'm sweet? I'm a big bad vampire that eats little kittens like you for breakfast, and no you shouldn't have eaten the whole box in one go…ya could've at least saved a bloke a piece or two. You know how much I like chocolate and blood. You make a compelling point though…I do love taking advantage of you, but next time I think flowers might have to be the way to go. No harm done, you say, but I certainly wasn't expecting chocolate to turn you into a pixie on speed and how's a fellow supposed to seduce his girl if she can't even sit still for two seconds…."

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Buffy stood outside Willow's room, staring at her two friends in shock. It had taken quite a big adjustment to get used to her best friend dating her ex-lover, but she had born it well. But both of them on a sugar high? She wasn't sure if she could handle that.

What she was observing loosely resembled a conversation, except for the fact that they were both speaking at exactly the same time. They were each picking up bits and pieces of what the other person was saying and responding to it without pause, which resulted in two endless streams of overlapping babble.

Buffy backed away from the room quietly. Now was definitely not the time to ask Willow to help her research.

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Spike groaned softly, the dull throbbing of a rare headache pounding through his skull. Once his buzz had started to wear off, he had adamantly refused to allow Willow anymore chocolate or caffeine or sugary product of any sort. Eventually, she had come down from her high and collapsed into a tired heap. She was now curled innocently around his body, snuggling into him as if he were some sort of giant teddy bear with fangs.

Spike idly traced his fingers around the puncture wounds on her neck. He had meant to surprise her…start the evening off with a little amorous bloodletting and see where it went from there. He should have known better when he saw the empty box of chocolates. It had been fun at the time, but the after effects were killer.

This was the last time he'd ever feed from his witch when she was on a sugar high.