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BUFFY: When ... When did the building fall down?

SPIKE: I don't know. Must have been sometime between the first time and the, uh...

BUFFY: Oh. Oh my god.

BUFFY: Shoe, need my shoe.

SPIKE: What's the hurry, luv?

BUFFY: The hurry is I left Dawn all night. And don't call me love.

SPIKE: You didn't seem to take issue with that last night. Or with any of the other little nasties we whispered.

BUFFY: Can we not talk?

SPIKE: I just don't see why you have to run off so quick. Thought we could-

BUFFY: Not gonna happen. Last night was the end of this freak show.

SPIKE: Don't say that.

BUFFY: What did you think was gonna happen? What, we're gonna read the newspaper together, play footsie under the rubble?

SPIKE: Not exactly what I had in mind.

BUFFY: Stop!

SPIKE: Make me.

BUFFY: No! No! (Smoochies) No, no, I-I have to-

SPIKE: Stay. I'm stuck here. Sun's up. (Kisses a LOT) I knew. I knew the only thing better than killing a slayer would be f-

BUFFY: What?! Is that what this is about? Doing a slayer?

SPIKE: Well, I wouldn't throw stones, pet. You seem to be quite the groupie yourself.

BUFFY: Shut up.

SPIKE: I'm just sayin' ... vampires get you hot.

BUFFY: *A* vampire got me hot. One. But he's gone.  You're just... You're just convenient.

SPIKE: So, what now? You go back to treating me like dirt till the next time you get an itch you can't scratch? Well, forget it. Last night changed things. I'm done being your whipping boy.

BUFFY: Nothing's changed. It was a mistake.

SPIKE: Bollocks! It was a bloody revelation. 

SPIKE: You can act as high and mighty as you like ... but I know where you live now, Slayer. I've tasted it.

BUFFY: Get a grip. Like you're god's gift.

SPIKE: Hardly. Wouldn't be nearly as interesting, would it? I may be dirt ... but you're the one who likes to roll in it, Slayer. You never had it so good as me. Never.

BUFFY: Uhh, you're bent.

SPIKE: Yeah, and it made you scream, didn't it?

BUFFY: I swear to god, if you tell *anyone* about last night, I will kill you.

SPIKE: Right.

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BUFFY: God, do you sleep through anything? I was like yelling, and nothing.

SPIKE: I'm a bit knackered. Had a long night.

SPIKE: Someone should teach you how to use candles in foreplay, luv.

BUFFY: Get dressed. Dawn's missing.

SPIKE: Again? Ever think about a Lojack for the girl? What's the story?

BUFFY: She went out with Willow.

SPIKE: Willow? That's kind of a sorry excuse to come by. If you want the touch all you need to do is-

BUFFY: Spike. Willow's into something. Okay, her and Dawn have been missing for hours. There, there's some guy named Rack.

SPIKE: Rack?

BUFFY: Yeah, he's, uh, some sort of-

SPIKE: I know who he is, he deals in magic. Black stuff, dangerous.

BUFFY: I've been all over downtown and I can't find his place.

SPIKE: Because he cloaks it. You can't feel it unless you're into the big bad - a witch or a vampire or-

BUFFY: So let's go!

Spike stands up and Buffy turns around

SPIKE: Oh, that's right. Hide your blushing eyes

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BUFFY: Anything?

SPIKE: Not yet. I might pick up on it if you stop asking me about every two seconds.

BUFFY: Spike, if you're dragging this out...

SPIKE: What, so I can linger near your precious self? Get a grip.

BUFFY: Like you've never drawn things out before.

SPIKE: Maybe, but we've been through this, haven't we? Things have changed.

BUFFY: Will you quit that? The only thing that's different is that I'm disgusted with myself. That's the power of your charms. Last night ... was the most perverse ... degrading experience of my life.

SPIKE: Yeah. Me too.

BUFFY: That might be how you get off, but it's not my style.

SPIKE: No, it's your calling. Gave me a run for my money, Slayer. Now, I admit it. You've had me by the short hairs. I love you. You know it. But I got my rocks back. You felt something last night.

BUFFY: Not love.

SPIKE: Not yet. But I'm in your system now. You're gonna crave me, like I crave blood. And the next time you come crawling, if you don't stop being such a bitch, maybe I will bite you.

BUFFY: That, that's it! I want you out of my life! Out of my work, out of my home-

SPIKE: Too late for that. You invited me in already. And as for your work, you need me. Like tonight.

BUFFY: I'll find Dawn myself.

SPIKE: You really gonna put your little sis in danger just to spite me?