Oh the delightful banter & snark - one of my favorite things about these two. Your Spike is sharp-tongued & wicked, just like I like him.

These lines made me laugh out loud:

"A love poem," he deadpanned. "Want to hear? 'How shall I maim thee, let me count the ways—'"

“By the way, you should probably know … I sleep naked.” And, smirking at Buffy’s very best gaping fish impression, Spike slipped through the basement door and down into the darkness.

Great stuff. I'm thoroughly enjoying this.

Rabbit of Caerbannog.  ????

I am so beyond thrilled that you have started posting this story! I was a fan of your Labyrinth stuff a few years ago, and when I found that you had started writting Spuffy - well, let's just say 'ecstatic' is a tame word for what I felt =D. As always, you come up with the most brilliant plots, and your writing feels pretty much flawless. I never feel like I'm 'reading' when I read your stories - which is odd to say, I know, but everything that you write just seems so real, with every detail so well formulated, that it just flows and I'm drawn into the story without even thinking about the technical bits. Plus, you catch the spirit of the characters from the show, which is a huge thing for me. They tend to get a little twisted with other authors, Buffy in particular, but you seem to just... get them. =D

This chapter was fun. It's nice that you've put together a list of clues, haha - some of us slow readers wouldn't really catch the significance of everything. And hey, shirtless Spike - always a bonus.

Well, I could ramble on about how awesome I think you are for... forever, but I think I'll stop here. Please keep updating!