It wasn't until moments later that she began to feel the cooler air on her comfortably warm skin. Buffy's arms relaxed around him and she pulled him and his heat closer, softly drawing her palms across his back. In this glorious haze, Buffy decided she wouldn't trade much of anything else for this kind of tranquility. She kissed the top of his head and didn't feel the least bit wary for any field-mice families. Could every problem that ever cropped up between them be solved thusly? Because in this wake, she felt as though she could give more than fair terms on anything. Make any promise. Satisfaction got the better of her and twisted all her motives up.

An after-shiver rocked her body -- delightful and surprising and the sigh that followed it is almost musical. "I give in," she whispered. "I am officially sold on Singapore."