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A/N: Song by James Marsters/Ghost of the Robot. (It's one of my faves so I couldn't resist putting it in here)

Six Months Later

"You're going to do WHAT?" Xander exclaimed as he helped Spike prepare for the show he was putting on in one of Boston's most elite night clubs.

"I'm going to ask Buffy to marry me," Spike told him, grinning. Inside
however, his stomach was a mass of knots.

"Don't you think it's soon?"

Spike's eyes bugged. "Soon? Xander I've been in love with Buffy for years
now. Over a fucking decade. No, I don't think it's too soon."

"Maybe not for you, but what about Buffy? I mean, you guys just moved in
together six months ago!"

Spike sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Don't make me any more
nervous than I already am."

"Spike, I'm not saying not ever do it, I'm just saying maybe wait a while.
Give it a few more months."

"No, I want to do it now. I feel it. It's the right time. I've been right so far
haven't I? I was right to tell Buffy I loved her—"

"Because that worked so well when you did."

Spike went on, ignoring him. "And I was right when I asked her to move in
with me. And now I know I'm right in asking her to marry me."

"How are you going to do it?"

"The classic way. Bended knee and all that. She's a sap underneath it all
you know? Going to do it the right way and give my girl the best."

"I wish you luck."





She comes home to me after a hard night's work
Falls in my arms and sleeps like a bird
Startled, she wakes up, like she don't know me
Cocks back her fist like she's going to slug me
Like, who are you anyway
And what are you doing to me?


"So, Buffy, how are things going with Spike and the whole living together thing?" Xander asked non-chalantly as they watched Spike perform. This was one of her favorite songs by him, and even though she'd heard it a million times, it didn't mean she wanted to be interrupted just then to chat with Xander.

She's an angel
But she can't see it
She's got wings,
But she can't feel 'em
She's an angel
But she can't see itBut she's flying above me every day
Every day of my life

"Great, everything's fine," she told him absently as she gazed at Spike
adoringly from the stage. He was so beautiful and amazing.

Bright diamond eyes with daggers beneath them
She carries the chains of a million decisions
They weren't even hers to begin with anyway
But she carries them all
All the people around her
Never even notice that she's very very tired

"So things are well then…moving at a good pace for you?"

"Yep, perfect. He's got to be the most patient man ever."

"Yeah, sometimes," Xander muttered.

"Can I tell you something Xander?"

"Anything Buffster."

She's an angel
But she can't see it
She's got wings
But she can't feel 'em
She's an angel
But she can't see it
But she's flying above me every day
Every day of my life

"He's the One." And she went back to watching Spike sing his heart out.
Xander grinned. Maybe Spike wasn't wrong after all.




Spike listened happily as Buffy chattered on and on about how great his performance was and how she had other venues lined up for him along with a radio show interview at one of Boston's hottest rock stations. Soon he'd be climbing the charts.

"Pet, can we put shop away for a while?"

She nodded and wrapped her arms around him. "Sure. Did you want to go
out for a bit? You must have energy to expend from all the adrenaline."

"I do, but I don't want to go out. I have other ideas on how to expend that
energy," and he nipped at her shoulder causing her to giggle.

"You always have other ideas on how to expend that energy."

"Complainin'?"

"Never," she whispered in his ear and sucked his earlobe in his mouth.

"Because I have to say, seeing you up on stage with that guitar, and hearing
your sexy voice all night . . . that was some good foreplay for me."

Spike groaned on a chuckle. "Oh luv, you're killing me here."

"That's the plan."

"I love you, my little minx."

She smiled triumphantly at him. "Let's go home and celebrate hmmm?"

Nodding dazedly, Spike followed Buffy out the door.



His hands were trembling, he noticed as he tried to work their key into the
lock. God, that sounded so nice. THEIR key. Their home. One day,
hopefully, their house would have children in it and wedding pictures all
over the damn place.

"Spike, are you all right? You're shaking," Buffy noted with concern as
Spike finally got the door open. She took his hands in hers. "You cold?"

He shook his head. "Baby, can you give me a minute on the balcony? I
want to make it all romantic like."

She smiled and nodded. "I'll go change."

"Okay, luv."

His heart racing, he went to the kitchen and took out two wineglasses,
champagne, and collected some candles. Making his way outside, he placed
the candles along the floor, outlining the balcony and lit them. Pouring some
champagne, he waited for Buffy. He was bursting at the seams as he felt
inside his pocket for the black velvet box with her ring inside. The ring he
hoped she'd accept. God, what if she didn't? What if she said no? Then what
would he do? Now that he had her love, he didn't think he could go back to
not having it. It'd kill him. He'd die. He'd be a shell of a man without her.

He took small comfort in Xanders seeming change of heart before leaving
that night. He seemed to think all would end well.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she came out onto the balcony, her thigh
length red satin robe tied around her securely, her hair tumbling down in
waves around her face.

He stared at her, transfixed. "Buffy, you blind me."

She smiled, then took in her surroundings. "Spike…this is so nice. All
romantic like," she teased and took the glass of champagne she offered him.
"To your concert being a success tonight," she raised her glass.

"To you. The best thing that could have happened to me," he clinked his
glass against hers and she blushed.

"Buffy, come over here please," he told her, taking her hand and bringing
her closer to him.

"What's up?"

He took a deep breath and gazed into her eyes. "I love you Buffy."

She smiled, I know. I love you too."

"I knew I loved you the minute I saw you and it's never changed, never
faded. I'm going to love you for the rest of my life, Buffy. Just you, and only
you. When you became my PR girl and we went away to New York, it was a
bloody revelation for me. I realized on that trip that you could possibly feel
something for me too and that I'd do anything to keep you by my side.
Forever." Kneeling down in front of her, he heard her soft gasp, but pressed
on. Taking her hand in his, he kissed it. "Buffy Anne Summers, you are the
love of my life. You are the one I've dreamt of, the one I've longed for, the
only one I've ever needed and wanted. I can't imagine spending my life
without you and I don't want to, ever." He reached into his pocket and took
out the box. Opening it to reveal a Princess cut diamond, he held it out to
her and watched as she put her hands over her mouth and tears welled up
in her eyes. "Buffy, will you marry me and make me the luckiest man in the
world?"

Her gaze finally met his and she gushed, "yes, yes. Oh Spike . . . William . . .
William, yes, I'll marry you."

Spike was up in a heartbeat, taking her hand and gliding the ring on with
shaky fingers. The instant the ring was on, he was all over her, kissing her
breathlessly, peppering her lovely face with kisses and holding her tightly
against him just in case she disappeared like a dream.

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, I love you. My Princess . . . My love . . . Do anything
for you I would," he muttered as he kissed her senseless. Hoisting her up,
she wrapped her legs around his and he stumbled in through the sliding
door.

"Spike! The candles."


"They'll blow out, they're in votive holders. It's fine pet."

That seemed enough for her. She pressed her lips against his and they
made it into the bedroom. Descending as one beast onto their bed, Spike
couldn't seem to touch her enough. He felt like it was their first time all
over again. Buffy was his. All his. She was going to marry him. She was
going to be his wife. She was going to have his ring on her finger and marry
him. She was his forever now. He pulled back and gazed at her reverently.

"What?" she asked, her face flushed and eyes darkened with desire. He
could see her love for him shining through her.

His eyes pricked with tears. "I've waited for you for so long . . . "he
murmured, caressing the side of her face and running his hand through her
hair. "Don't ever wake me up if I'm dreaming."

She shook her head. "You're not dreaming. I'm right here and I'm not
going anywhere. For as long as you've waited for me, I've waited for you
too. I just didn't know it . . . You're the only one for me. You're simply the

One."

Kissing her hungrily, Spike set about worshipping his love. Every kiss,
every touch, every caress was like a worship service for his Buffy. When
their bodies joined, Spike felt his heart expand so much, he thought it'd
burst out of his chest. Not caring how much of a ponce he was making of
himself he let the tears drop from his eyes and soak into her skin. She
kissed them away and he assured her they were happy tears. She held him
close to her as they moved together and when they reached the climax of
their devotion to each other, she had tears in her eyes as well.





So, I'm thinking I might have another chapter to this in me yet...I'd just like to ask you guys what you'd like to see...Wedding, A window into their life a year from now, a birth? Let me know!!! Majority rules....it's my thank you to you guys for leaving me such wonderful reviews. You guyrs are the best.





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