Late Night Talks

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"I don't want to."

"If you don't go to bed now, you'll be late for school tomorrow, and then Red'll have my head."

"But if I go to bed…I'll dream. About…her."

"No you wont."

"I will! I will! You don't know! You don't know how every night I see her and I hate it!"

"Jesus kitten, I know! You don't think I don't dream the exact same thing? You don't think I don't wake up screaming just as often as you do?"

"I-"

No! No more arguments, you will go to bed now, and you will go to school tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah."

She turned to leave, tears welling in her eyes.

"Oh, god Bit, don't cry. I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I know how you feel."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. C'mere."

"Spike?"

"Yeah Bit?"

"Will- will you stay with me tonight?"

"Anything you want, pet. Anything you want."

"Spi-ike! Stop it!"

"Stop what? This?"

"Spike, if you carry on tickling me, I swear to God-"

"What? What are you gonna do, luv?"

"I'll…I'll tell Buffy about your Melrose Place DVD box set!"

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh yes I will."

"Fine… I'll have you know I only watch it 'cos the girls are sexy."

"Oh please. Yesterday you talked for half and hour straight on how "well developed" the plot lines were."

"Well, season two is a work of genius! And besides, like you can talk, Miss Dawson's Creek."

"Okay, but that I actually do watch because the guys are sexy."

"What, those gits in the hoodies? How is that sexy?"

"Dawson is dreamy."

"What?! You take that back or-"

"What are you gonna do, luv?"

Dawn mimicked his earlier words, and was cut short by his kiss.

"Oh. That."

"Spike?"

" Hm?"

"How much do you love me?"

"What, like a scale of one to ten?"

"I dunno. Whatever."

"About a billion."

"That's what I thought."

"What?"

"I love you more."

"No you don't. Go to sleep, pet."

"I so do."

"So don't. Night."

"Spike?"

"Hm?"

"Yeah I do."

"Don't you ever sleep?"

"Admit it, then I'll sleep."

"Fine. You love me more."

"Thank you. Goodnight."

Spike paused and rolled over.

"Kitten? Are you asleep?"

"Mmph. Water the strawberries…"

"Good. I love you more."

"Mmph."