"I know I'm a monster, but you treat me like a man. And that's… Well," Spike smiled up to Buffy from the door way, trying to portray to her just a very small bit of what she meant to him.

He could die tonight. Buffy thought to herself, debating her next move inside her head. Making up her mind, she walked back down the stairs – forgetting for just a second how strictly scheduled they all were to stop the coming apocalypse. She stopped in front of Spike, looking up at him curiously. Funny, he looks too happy to know that he could die in the next ten minutes. She thought idly. But all thoughts were thrown from her mind when she stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him gently, not even realizing she was doing it.

Spike's eyes widened in his shock, but then drifted shut while he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to him, and feeling himself get slightly terrified when she pulled away.

"You know that we might not all make it." She looked at him, lifting a hand to caress his cheek.

"I'll die happy, with your kiss on my lips." He beamed at her, happiness like he'd never felt before surging into him, making him glow like an angel.

"Try not to?" She requested simply, and turned to go back to the stairs.

He stopped her though, snatching her hand in his and pulling her back for a more desperate kiss. He was dismayed when the second kiss lasted just as small of a time as the first.

"I'll do my best." He promised her.