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: (pulling her down into his lap) 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: (grinning) Make me.

BUFFY: No! No!

(she struggles, then kisses him, then pulls back)

BUFFY: No, no, I-I have to-

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

BUFFY: What?! (gets up)

BUFFY: 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: (angrily) 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. 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?

BUFFY: No! Let me go!

SPIKE: 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: (very angrily) I swear to god, if you tell *anyone* about last night, I will kill you.

SPIKE: Right. (pulling her underwear out of his pocket) You're gonna want these, too?(she punches him)

• Buffy & Spike

written by: Marti Noxon; by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com). action descriptions shortened by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/110wrecked.html