Disclaimer: Okay, in case you havn't read all the disclaimers before, I own NOTHING.

A/N: Okay . . . THIS IS IT! Last thing I write for this story. This isn't so much a chapter as it is an epilogue, and it will be short. Review as always, please.

Spike and Buffy sat on Buffy's bed, watching Passions and painting their fingernails. The room looked slightly different than it had five weeks ago; there were CDs all over the desk, the closet suddenly had a lot more black clothing in it, and there were a few empty bourbon bottles sitting on the floor next to the bed. Buffy, who was usually neat about her bedroom, did not mind in the slightest about the clutter that had taken over her once-tidy bedroom. It meant that Spike really lived there—a good thing, in Buffy's book.

Things had gotten much better since Spike and Xander had had their little heart-to-heart—which Xander claims never happened, for fear that Buffy and Willow might think he was actually civil to a vampire (boys . . .). The group—Buffy, Spike, Willow, Xander, Oz, and Cordelia even—routinely hung out at the Bronze together. Spike and Buffy patrolled every night, never staking fewer than five vampires a night. They got along great.

Joyce, of course, was ecstatic about the fact that Spike lived in her house. She confided to him one night that she was very grateful that he was here; he was able to keep Buffy safe when she went out hunting for vampires, and was occasionally able to help Buffy with her History homework.

Spike, of course, had kept his promise to Buffy not to kill humans, and instead got blood from the butcher.

Passions ended, and Spike looked over at Buffy, feeling his heart swell. God, I'm lucky.

He had never felt this way about any other woman before in his life, not even when he was human. Angelus had been right; Buffy had the ability to make you feel human again. And Spike wasn't complaining.

Something was still bothering Spike. He and Buffy spent so much time together. Yet he still felt sligtly distanced from her—like she was still trying to keep herself from getting hurt. It was killing him.

He decided in that moment to fix that.

"I love you," he said to buffy suddenly, startling her.

What? Where did that come from? Buffy stayed silent, but looked into his face. She sawtruth in his deep blue eyes. He loved her.

"I'm not asking you to love me back," Spike said, trying not to let her see how much she was killing him with her silence. "I just want you to know that."

Spike picked up the television remote and flipped the channel, wishing he could make Buffy love him.

"I love you too," he heard her say softly. He turned around slowly, staring at her.

"What?" he said, disbeliving. Buffy bit her lower lip, debating.

Am I ready for this? Am I ready to have another relationship?

What do you think you have now? said the voice in the back of her head. If you don't tell him how you feel you might lose him.

"I said I love you," she repeated, feeling more bold.

Spike suddenly realized why people said that they fely butterflies in their stomachs when they were in love. They were either butterflies, or he was going to throw up. His stomach flip-flopped around and he felt like getting up and dancing.

She does love me!

Spike scooted closer to Buffy on the bed and pulled her closer. Then he kissed her, with more passion than he had ever kissed anyone. They broke away a few moments later, Buffy gasping for breath.

"Wow," she mummbled. Spike chuckled under his breath. Then he became seroius.

"There is no one on this earth,' he said, staring at Buffy intently, "who I would rather spend my life with than you."

Buffy felt a tear leak out of her eye. She quickly wiped it away. She knew what she wanted to do next, but she was afraid. She remembered how good it felt to say what she wanted to say before, and decided to take another leap, regardless of the consequenses.

"Marry me?" she said softly.

Spike's eyebrows shot up. What?

He started to grin. "Of course love." He kissed her again.

Joyse crept away from the door quietly, giving Buffy and Spike some privacy. She went to find the phone book to look for somewhere to get wedding dresses.

This should be interesting, she thought.

A/N: THAT'S IT! I would like to take this time to thatnk everyone who reviewed; you guys really are the only thing that kept me going. Review again, please, and let me know what you thought.

Sequel upon request only; I have an idea for a sequel, but it all depends on the reviews of this story.