Disclaimer: Buffy does not belong to me... neither does Spike, more's the pity! Nope, can't claim Harmony either... I think she was invented by an evil warlock on some kind of hallucinogen!
(This was originally supposed to appear in Xander's New House, but somehow I missed it!)
“But Blondie Bear…” said Harmony.
“Please don’t call me that, Harmony,” said Spike, mortified.
“Why not?” asked Harmony. “I thought you liked it.”
“No, I do not like it, Harmony. Also, we’re not dating anymore and you don’t get to use endearments.”
“Oh,” said Harmony.
“There’ll be no endearments, and no discussion of nooners either,” said Buffy. “Unless, you’d like your ashes sprinkled somewhere."
“You don’t have to be mean about it,” said Harmony, sulkily.
“She is bein’ nice about it, ducks,” said Spike. “Mean would be her sweeping up about now.”
“So not even threesome nooners, then?” asked Harmony.
“Now, there’s an idea with merit,” said Spike, cheekily.
“There’s an idea that calls for punishment of some sort,” said Buffy, trying and failing to keep a straight face.
“You promise?” asked Spike.
“It’s a date!” said Buffy.
“Can I watch?” asked Harmony.
“NO!” answered both Spike and Buffy.