It's a very pretty night." Spike looked up at the stars as Buffy unlocked her front door.

"Yes, it is. Sometimes I sit out here and just watch the stars…I think about Dawn and Giles being so far away yet seeing the same stars." She sat her purse inside the door and turned to him.

He offered her his hand and walked towards the swing that hung on her deck. "Wow, deep thoughts from Buffy."

"Hey." She responded with a gentle shove, "I can think deep thoughts."

He laughed softly, "I know that, I just don't think that you had much practice when you were always worried about the next big bad."

"I'm not sure anyone else believed that I was capable of anything more than that, even after I did so good on my SATS." She lay her head against him and sighed.

"I always knew there was a brain under all that beauty and brawn." He pushed the swing with his foot. It rocked gently. The soft weight of Buffy's head on his shoulder made him smile.

She smiled and raised an eyebrow at him, "Beauty and brawn, that's a nice combination." She sighed again as a small breeze blew across the deck, "This is really nice. I could stay like this forever."

"Ah, that would be nice, pet. But you know this has to end. I think I'm going to try to leave day after tomorrow. I need to get back to work." He took her hand raising it to his lips and placing a gentle kiss in her palm.

"I don't want you to go." Her voice broke slightly and he could see the tears forming in her eyes.

Looking into her damp eyes, he sighed, "I don't want to leave, Buffy. But the sooner I get this done the sooner I can get back to you. I think you should go on back to Niblet after I leave."

"I think you want me to go back to Dawn because it will be easier on me if you don't come back. That's the real reason isn't it? You aren't really sure you will ever be able to come back to me." The words weren't bitter, just matter of fact.

"No, that's not it. I swear it." He lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes, "I will be back, Buffy. I have too much to come back to this time, I'm not going to give you up again."

"Let me go with you, Spike. We can get this done and then we can go to Italy together."

She softly pleaded with him.

"No, I won't risk you again. We've got two nights until I leave, lets not waste them arguing." He kissed her forehead.

"I…fine, we won't argue. Why don't we go out tomorrow, do you think it's safe to drive over into Memphis? We could have a nice dinner, take a walk on Beale Street." She tried to smile for him.

"Yeah, I think it's safe enough." He squeezed her hand, "Need to go get my car too."

"Okay, Memphis it is." She held his hand tighter as she curled closer to him in the swing.

They sat in the swing silently for another hour, holding hands and watching the stars. Buffy moved first, stretching as she got out of the swing. She looked meaningfully at Spike as she offered him her hand, "Time for bed, don't you think?"

He raised an eyebrow questioningly at her as he took her hand. She nodded and smiled at him as they entered the trailer, she locked the door behind them. She was silent as she led him back to her room. She pulled him down to sit beside her on the unmade bed.

Her eyes shone with emotion as she unbuttoned his shirt leaning in close as she kissed the bruises now pale on his chest. Her hand reached up to touch his now healing eye and she placed a sweet kiss on his brow before removing his shirt. He started to speak but she pushed him gently into the pillows and reached for the top button on the fly of his jeans, his arousal very evident against the tight denim.

Before she could unbutton the jeans his hand was wrapped tightly around her wrist. "Buffy." His voice was strained, "This is only going to make my leaving harder…are you sure you want to do this?"

She smiled at him as she unwrapped his hand, "Maybe it will make you want to stay?"

"Buf…" He was cut off by a kiss and a whispered, "I'm sure, very sure."

He reluctantly broke the kiss; "I don't want to make this worse for you. I can wait."

"I can't." She returned to her task of peppering him with kisses warming him wherever her lips met his skin. She had him lift up as she pulled his jeans off and deposited them on the floor.

He gave in to the feeling of being wanted and loved, it had been far too long since he had felt this way and he was going to cherish the moment. He rolled them over and proceeded to kiss his way up her body, laughing along with her as he kissed the bottom of her feet and staring lovingly into her eyes as he found her lips again.

The next few hours were pure emotional and physical pleasure for both of them. Afterwards, they ended up on the front porch swing again this time wrapped only in a quilt and each other as they drank coffee in the early morning hours.

Spike pulled the quilt up tighter around Buffy as he sat his coffee cup on the ledge of the porch. Buffy sighed against him, "I guess we better get inside before we shock some poor person on their way to work."

"Yeah, our attire might shock the locals." He kissed the top of her head before picking her up and carrying her back inside of the house.

"Do you want more coffee?" She asked as she let the quilt drop.

"Nah, I think I'm ready to lie down again." He smiled suggestively.

"Good idea!" She laughed softly as he followed her back to the bedroom.

A knock at the door startled them in the middle of a kiss. "Who in the world? It's almost five a.m." Buffy peeked out the curtain, "I don't recognize them, and I'm thinking vamp?"

Spike quickly grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, "I'll go. It's probably some of Wolfram and Hart's boys. Knew I shouldn't have hung around." He mumbled as he made his way to the door.

"What do you want?" He called through the closed door.

"Spike?" The large vampire outside asked.

"Who wants to know?" Spike answered.

"A friend… of sorts." The vampire replied.

"Don't recognize you mate." Spike called out as he opened the curtain on the door's small window.

"Well, we have a mutual friend…in LA. Goes by the name Angelus."

Spike opened the door and stepped out on the porch, "You've seen, Angel?"

"Not Angel anymore, he's our old pal Angelus again."