Willow had, as predicted, found a way to break the curse by lunch the next day. At midnight, Spike was cured. By morning, Xander had learned Spike was a very, very good lover, indeed.
Spike had chosen not to go anywhere. He wanted to see where this thing with Xander would lead. He always had been a glutton for punishment. He would miss the sun, anyway.
A century later, Angel smirked at the couple when they arrived on his doorstep in the middle of a bright, summer day. “Back again?”
“What can we say, Peaches? Your beds are soft and your company’s tolerated.”
“And someone missed his 'Daddy'.” Xander exchanged an electric grin with Spike and, together, they stepped inside.