Buffy/Spike

The ice storm had taken down powerlines all over Cleveland. Spike and Buffy were huddled together in their cold room.

"Gonna freeze my bits off." Spike grumbled and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders tighter.

"No! I like your bits."

"I'm fond of them myself."

Dawn shouted from the kitchen. "I hear power trucks coming!"

Spike sat up in bed. "Heat will be on soon. We have to get up. Evil to vanquish and such."

Buffy shoved him back down. "Nope. Can't. Roads too icy. We can't possibly patrol tonight. Evil will have to wait."

Spike cocked an expressive eyebrow. "I am open to persuasion."

Buffy straddled him and grinned. "This persuasive enough for you?"

"You make a convincing argument."