Spike shrugged, turning to face the bathroom door with an amused smirk. He raised his voice to ask: “Honey, wanna go kill things?”

“Sure! I just need to get dressed and do my hair.” The cheerfulness in Buffy’s voice carried over the sound of the water falling in the shower.


Love the weirdness that is their lives. And Connor all skwicked out over his enhanced sense of smell. And I love the way Spike was able to make that trollop talk. Loving the story. Please, update soon!