Title: No Turning Back Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: Not mine Summary: One more rewrite of Harsh Light of Day. Feedback: Yes, please. Epilogue.... They made love all afternoon, until Buffy was too exhausted to respond to her insatiable lover and fell asleep. When she woke up, he was still there beside her, watching her. She smiled. "What are YOU looking at?" "My girl," he said firmly, grinning back at her in a cocky, self-satisfied way. "Is that so?" "Uh-huh," he nodded slowly. "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" He shrugged, tracing the features of her face with his finger tip. "Baby...I've been making love to you all day long. Now, if THAT doesn't make you my girl, then nothing will." She stretched like a cream filled kitten. Her arms slid beneath the pillow and she was surprised when her fingers encountered a scrap of satin. Curious, she pulled the material from underneath the pillow and stared at it. Her eyes narrowed as she waved a slutty looking red satin and lace nightgown in front of his nose. "Not yours, I presume." Her voice was heavy with sarcasm. "Uh, no," Spike replied, grabbing the gown away from her and tossing it across the room. He tried to kiss her, but Buffy wasn't having it. "Not so fast," She placed her hands on his chest and held him off. "Just who is the owner of that tacky looking thing?" He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off before he could say a word. "Don't tell me...Harmony. You're shacking up with Harmony." It wasn't a question. Spike had the grace to look embarrassed, and she knew she'd been right. Shaking her head in disgust, she felt a wave of jealousy wash over her. "Okay, Harmony has to go," she said, her tone of voice telling him that she wasn't kidding. "Agreed," he answered promptly. "Because if you think that I'm going to share you with that half-wit, then you're not right in the head," she added. Spike's eyes widened briefly at the possessive note in her voice, and he pounced on her, wrapping his fingers in her hair to keep her where he wanted her. "You should know too," he said, "that I won't be sharing you with anyone, either." "I figured that," she replied. "I mean it, Buffy." His voice was soft, but very serious. "I swear I will never lay a hand on you in anger, or hurt you in any way. Do you believe me?" Looking into his eyes, she did...and she nodded. "I believe you." Spike smiled. "Good. Because I mean it...I will never hurt YOU. But," he added, "You'll see violence like you've never seen before if I see Parker anywhere near you." His voice remained quiet and controlled, but she knew he meant every word he said. "Look..I don't want anything to do with Parker ever again," she said. "But you can't kill him if he talks to me." "Watch me." Buffy decided not to pursue the discussion any further. He was feeling protective and possessive, and wouldn't...or couldn't...be reasonable about it. She rubbed her hands up and down the muscles of his upper arms, digging her nails in lightly. "Sooo...you pack up Harmony's designer originals and hang a sign on the door saying you've moved and left no forwarding address, okay?" "Consider it done," he said, smiling. "Now let's stop talking, because if I don't kiss you soon I won't be responsible for what happens." "Then kiss me," she whispered, drawing him down to her. "And don't stop for a long time." "Anything for you, sweetheart. Anything you want." The moment before his lips met hers, she thought of one more thing she wanted to say. "By the way...don't lose that ring." The End.