Солнце, опять не вижу изображения твоего прикрепленного файла.
И это не очень здорово!
Open on the abandoned building. Buffy is now wearing her white blouse and black leather skirt, and is putting on a shoe.
BUFFY: Shoe, need my shoe. (looking around)
SPIKE: What's the hurry, luv?
We see Spike still lying there naked with one hand behind his head looking very pleased with himself.
BUFFY: The hurry is I left Dawn all night. And don't call me love. (continues looking for shoe)
SPIKE: You didn't seem to take issue with that last night. (smirking) Or with any of the other little nasties we whispered.
BUFFY: (stands up) Can we not? Talk? (putting on her second shoe)
SPIKE: (sighs) I just don't see why you have to run off so quick. Thought we could- (waggling eyebrows)
BUFFY: Not gonna happen. Last night was the end of this freak show.
Buffy goes to walk past Spike but he reaches up and grabs her arm. She gives a little yelp of surprise. Spike pulls her down onto his lap. She struggles a bit.
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 shifts her so that he's holding her with one arm. He puts his other hand up under Buffy's skirt. She makes an expression of pleasure.
SPIKE: (softly) Not exactly what I had in mind.
Buffy pushes his hand away, struggles against him.
BUFFY: Stop!
SPIKE: (grinning) Make me.
BUFFY: No! No!
She continues struggling for about another half second and then grabs his face and kisses him. She puts her arms around his neck and moans. They kiss for a moment.
BUFFY: (pulling back) No, no, I-I have to-
SPIKE: Stay. I'm stuck here. (looks upward) Sun's up.
Buffy looks at Spike for a moment, resumes kissing him. More moaning. Spike turns her around and lays her down on a conveniently placed pillow, lies on top of her. He moves down to kiss her neck. Buffy moans again. Spike lifts himself up to look at her.