Written by: Witchiepoo
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Buffy stood outside Spike’s door, debating whether to run back inside and bury herself in his arms or go face the music with Riley. While Spike was a tempting morsel, she had to think with her brain and not her crotch. Buffy pulled her keys out, and saw her cell phone.
“Shit!” Buffy scrolled through her missed calls and saw 4 from Dawn, 1 from Riley, and 1 from Spike. Buffy skipped through the first 5 messages, smiling as she heard Spike’s voice on the other end.
“I know I promised to give you space, and I am. You’re in your car heading away from here, and I’m laying in bed, trying to figure out if I’m the most trusting fool in the world or if my brain’s been damaged by too many orgasms.”
Buffy chuckled as she gripped the phone tighter.
“I know you’re probably feeling guilty about Riley. I wish I could say something to make you feel better, but it would only come across as entirely selfish. Whatever you decide, I’m not going anywhere. Talk to you soon, luv. Bye.”
Fuck. Riley! Buffy groaned, and hit memory 2 for Dawn’s cell phone.
“Buffy! It’s Buffy! Don’t go home!”
Buffy’s brows rose at that utterance. “Why and where are you?”
“We’re still at the Coffee Bean, so hurry up!”
“I need to go home and change. I’m still in last night’s clothes.”
“Okay, go on home. Explain to Riley why you’re walking in looking for all the world like a woman’s who been screwing all night.”
“Potty mouth. How do you know Riley’s at my house?”
“Well, duh. We stayed there last night. Riley came in about 8, looking for you. I told him you went to get some morning shots down at the cliffs.”
Buffy banged her head against the steering wheel. “That’s perfect. He’s waiting for me to come home for a day of… sex.”
“Buffy, I’m eating breakfast. Could you not gross me out over poached eggs?”
“Sorry. Fine. I’ll be there in 20 minutes. Oh, and Dawn?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
The phone rang, and Spike stubbed his toes as he ran bare ass through the house to get it. Assuming it was Buffy, he didn’t bother to check the caller ID.
“Hello, gorgeous. Got my message, did you?”
“Hello, Spike.” Druscilla twisted the cord around her perfectly manicured finger.
The smile Spike had plastered on his face, dropped in an instant. “Dru. What do you want?” Forget about pretense. They weren’t buddies or pals or even cordial to each other. She’d lost that privilege when she brought Angel to their bed.
“You never used to be this rude, Spike.” Dru stared at the phone, her lip curling into a sneer. “Fine, William. I wanted to congratulate you on your book. I hear it’s doing well.”
Spike sat down heavily on the bed, glancing back at the pillow where Buffy once rested. Three short hours ago and he was in heaven. Now, the devil herself was on his phone.
“Thank you, Druscilla. How is Angel’s campaign going?”
“Liam’s,” she corrected. “Campaign is going quite well. His initial numbers are excellent for this time in the election season.”
Spike rolled his eyes. “I really don’t care Dru. I’m just trying to make small talk, while I wait for you to get to the fucking point.” Spike grabbed his well-worn blue jeans and pulled them on angrily.
“Look, I’m sorry you’re still hung up on what happened, but it’s over. It’s done with. Why can’t you let it go?”
Spike could just imagine Dru, with her bottom lip out, pouting because she wasn’t getting her way. “Believe me when I say, you’re a distance memory.” Especially after last night. Good god, where did she learn to do that thing with her tongue?
“I don’t want to take you to court, William.” And there it was, the real Dru. The sweet veneer she put on for outsiders dropped like a hot potato.
Spike threw the phone on the bed, and yanked the t-shirt over his head. “Dru, take me to court. It’ll work like this. My lawyer will get a lot of money out of you and all you’ll get is bad publicity. Now, I know they say ‘bad publicity is better than no publicity’, but I doubt the truth will garner Liam any votes. And on that note, goodbye.” Spike hung up the phone, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door.
“Doll face. Nice of you to show up.” Lorne quipped, pulling out a chair for her.
A red-faced Buffy sunk low in her chair, grabbing at the first coffee in reach. “Sorry. I overslept.”
“Wore you out did he?” Tara smiled knowingly, nudging Dawn.
Buffy could do no more than sip her coffee. “What happened with Riley? Does he suspect anything?” Buffy glanced from one person to the next.
“Oh, I don’t think so, missy. We want details.” Willow said, pulling her chair closer to Buffy’s.
“There’s nothing to tell.” Buffy said, trying to find a place to rest her eyes.
“Oh, I think there’s something to tell. What happened to “oh, I’m not going to sleep with him. I’m with Riley’?”
“The best laid plans..” Dawn’s eyes bulged out, and she nearly fell out of her chair.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
Lorne wrapped his arm around Dawn, patting her arm like a doting father. “We understand, Buff. You’re still in a post-orgasmic haze. I’ve been there myself.”
“Come on, Buffy. It’s just us.” Tara pinned Buffy’s roving eyes with her own. “Was he as good as you remembered?”
Willow could feel the heat radiating off Buffy’s cheeks. Damn, we should have some marshmallows. We could toast those babies right here. “Buffy, you do realize you’re about to erupt in flames?”
“Yeah, dear. Take a sip of this.” Lorne handed Buffy a glass of water. He took the opportunity while she drank to shake his hand and mouthed ‘hot stuff’ to the Tara.
“Guys,” Buffy began and 4 pairs of eyes stared at her intently. “It was so good, but that’s bad. I didn’t think once about Riley. Not once. Spike even gave me the opportunity to back out, and it would have been physically painful for him to do that.” Buffy buried her face in her hands. “He’s just so very creative. I’m an awful person.”
Willow patted her on the back. “No, you’re not Buffy. You and Spike have this chemistry that’s amazing. I don’t think you have anything to be ashamed of.”
Buffy peeked out from behind her fingers and found them all nodding their heads in the affirmative. “What about Riley? I cheated on him several times.”
“Buffy, Riley isn’t the guy for you. He never was. You’ve been waiting for Spike for 3 long years.” Dawn said, reaching across the table to squeeze her arm. “Okay, technically it was cheating, but you’ve been doing that since the beginning.”
“No, I haven’t. I’ve been faithful to Riley.” Buffy stated firmly, annoyed at Dawn for suggesting that.
“Tell me you haven’t thought about Spike, imagined he was the one you were sleeping with for the last 3 years. Tell me that, and I’ll admit I was wrong.” Dawn’s stance dared Buffy to lie to her face.
Lorne dipped his napkin in his water glass and patted his forehead with it. He knew Dawn could be feisty, but damn!
“Yes.” She said, softly. “You’re right, Dawnie. Are you happy now?”
“Buffy, I’m just trying to make you see. You may have left that hotel 3 years ago, but your mind, your body, even your soul has been there with Spike. You’ve spent the last 2 years with a man who does nothing for you.” Dawn’s voice had lost some of its edge, due in no small part to the fact she loved her sister.
“Buffy, we’re not trying to gang up on you. We’re happy when you’re happy. We’re sad when you’re sad. It just we’re concerned. We’ve watched you float through this relationship with Riley without much effort. You seem to be going through the motions.” Tara leaned over Willow and cupped Buffy’s face.
“Look, I know you guys are only being your usually annoying caring selves. Last night was perfect. The sex was great, but that was expected. Even the talking was good, but again expected. It was the hanging out, the getting to know you stuff that was unbelievable. We click on so many levels. But what if that’s it? What if we’ve used up all the chemistry in one night?”
“Honey, he moves you, and I don’t mean from one place to another. Believe me, I’ve been with women, who’ve moved the sheets and that’s all. When you connect with someone, like we connected all those years ago, it’s the real thing.” Lorne motioned for the waitress.
“Yes, our friend here, needs a Bloody Mary and a spinach and cheese omelet. Thanks, doll.” Lorne took a purely male moment to check out the waitress’ legs before returning his attention to the table.
“Buff, what do you want to do?” Tara asked.
“Talk to Riley. I owe him that much.”
“What are you going to say to him?” Dawn asked quietly.
“The truth. I want to be with someone else.” She said sadly, stirring her drink.
“Well, you can tell him now. He just walked in the door.” Tara said. Buffy spun around, and in walked Riley, all windswept and tanned.
“Guys, I can’t do this now. Look at me, he’ll know.”
“Come on, Buff. I brought you some clothes.” Dawn and Buffy hurried to the bathroom.
“What would I do with out you, little sis?”
“You don’t have to ever find out.” Dawn said, handing Buffy her clothes and undergarments.
“I just don’t want to see you hurt Buffy. I didn’t mean to call you a ho or anything.”
Buffy smiled behind the stall door. “I know. And to be honest, I’m not feeling very ho-ish.” She buttoned her shorts and came out the door. Dawn handed her a brush and a barrette.
“I could have saved myself a lot of grief today, if I’d been honest with Riley when I saw Spike the other day. I knew it was over then. I just wasn’t sure if I wanted to give up on a sure thing for Spike.”
Dawn looked at her in the mirror. “Now, you do.”
“I want the chance at least. Does that make me a horrible person?”
Dawn smirked. “I’m an active member of the ‘hate Riley’ club. I’m not the best person to ask.” Buffy turned around and embraced Dawn.
“Thanks for being my sis.”
“You’re welcomed. Now, let’s go.”
Giles looked up from the Sunday paper at Spike coming through the back gate. “Son, what are you doing here? I would have thought on a sunny day like this, you’d be off on your bike.” Giles folded the paper in half, and set it down. He took a good look at Spike, noting the rings under his eyes, and guessed he’d had a long night.
Spike mussed Giles’ hair as he passed, sitting down with a thunk in the chair next to him. “Where’s Anya?”
“At the drug store. You look tired. Trouble sleeping?” Giles said with a smile.
Spike just stared at him, a smile steadily showing on his face. “I slept well. Thanks.”
“Hmm. So, I’m assuming your date went well.”
“It did.” Spike hung his head back, watching a plane soar over head. “She’s amazing, Dad. Beautiful, intelligent, witty. She’s the whole package, bundled up in this tiny little body.” With these firm little breasts that are like hot beignets in New Orleans.
“So, are the two of you?” Giles didn’t know what youngsters like Spike and Buffy called themselves.
“Ah, no. Major guilt trip hit her this morning, and off she went to talk to him.” Spike said sourly.
“Oh, well, I can understand that.” Giles sipped his tea, thoughtfully. “What happened to taking it slow?”
“We waited until dessert.” Spike answered.
Riley searched the room for Buffy, only finding the Troika and 2 empty chairs. He generally avoided Willow, Lorne, and Tara when they were all together. They seemed to stare straight through him as if he were invisible. How Xander could take on a threesome with Tara and Willow was beyond him? Then, again, it was sex with two women.
“Hey, guys.” Riley gave a short wave to them.
“Hello, Riley.” Tara drawled, and he could swear he felt her nails digging into his skin.
“Hey, Riley. I thought you were going to wait for Buffy at the house.” Willow said, sipping her coffee.
“I was, but I decided to go out, and saw Buffy’s Jeep.”
“How very observant of you.” Lorne told him. “To see Buffy’s car amongst all the other cars out there. Very observant, indeed.”
“Yeah, that’s me.” The three looked at him with matching expressions on their faces. They didn’t like him, and they weren’t afraid to show it.
Well, that’s just too bad. Buffy likes me, and I’m not going anywhere.
“Riley, what are you doing here?” Buffy asked, her voice a little strained. Dawn glared at her, and Buffy dropped into her seat.
Why do people keep asking me that? “I was out.” He said, ignoring the knowing looks from the Troika.
“Oh.” Was all Buffy would say. She flinched when she felt Riley’s hands on her shoulders.
Riley knelt besides her chair with his back to the rest of them. Bad move. Buffy thought as Dawn and Tara both shot him a bird behind his back. She glared at them to stop, but they just grinned evilly and shot him another one.
“I thought we were going to spend the day in bed.” Riley whispered. Buffy tried not to frown, she really did, but the thought of Riley’s sweaty body on hers made her want to heave.
“Riley, we need to talk.” She said, looking down into his puppy dog eyes.
“About what?” Everyone leaned forward, ostensibly to reach for the one pair of salt and pepper shakers near Buffy, but actually to eavesdrop on the conversation.
“Not here. Can you come back by tonight? I’ll cook dinner.” She said, and wanted to laugh at the disappointed looks on the Troika’s faces. Dawn just quirked her eyebrows, and mouthed ‘coward’. Buffy suddenly felt an insane urge to be an only child.
“Buffy, is something wrong?” He asked.
Let me answer that one for you, big guy. She wants out of this sham of a relationship. She wants a real man, not a cardboard cutout. She doesn’t want a 200-pound albatross hanging around her neck. Lorne silently shouted.
Yeah, something’s wrong, you jerk. Your train is pulling out of the station on a one-way trip to loserville. I’m so happy right now, I’ll even buy you a going away card. Dawn eyed the back of his head, hoping he could feel her searching for signs of life inside it.
Now, that’s an interesting statement. Tara thought. What could possibly be wrong? Your girlfriend of 2 years won’t invite you to sit and have breakfast with her friends. She’s acting weird and standoffish, but no that’s normal for you, isn’t Riley?
Frogs have more sense than you. Can’t you tell she’s setting you up for the big break up? I wanted to give you credit for having some sense, but alas you don’t. Oh, well. I wonder if they have those strawberry curlers on the menu.
“No. Yes. There’s something I want to discuss with you, but not here, and not now.” Get the picture! Please get the picture, Riley. Do you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth?
“It’s not about us, is it?” Dawn smacked Lorne on the back, when he started choking on the celery he’d been munching.
“Riley, please. Let’s discuss this at your place, later. Okay?”
Riley stood up, glanced at the stunned looks directed at him, and the light bulb went off. “You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?”
Buffy looked down at her clasped hands, hating what she had to do.
“Yes. Riley, I’m sorry.”
“You can’t do this to me.” He said nearly in tears. “I love you, Buffy.” The Coffee Bean’s customers turned towards the small table of 5, hearing Riley’s impassioned plea.
“Riley, let’s not do this now. Please. I want a chance to explain, so it won’t hurt so much.”
“So, it won’t hurt so much.” Riley shouted incredulous. “You’re breaking up with me after 2 good years, and you don’t expect it to hurt. God, you are a cold-hearted bitch.” You’re not, but I love you and I don‘t want to lose you.
“Now, see here, Riley.” Lorne said, jumping to Buffy’s defense. Riley stood to his full 6’1 height, staring Lorne down. Riley was definitely heavier than the svelte Lorne, but Lorne wasn’t above dirty tricks to bring the brute down.
“I bet you three had something to do with it. You never liked me.” He said throwing harsh glare at the Troika.
“Stop it, Riley. They had nothing to do with my decision. I should have done this a long time ago, but I was too much of a coward to admit how I felt to you.” Buffy stood up, trying to diffuse the situation before it got too much more out of control.
“Why Buffy? I just don’t understand this. We are good together. We love each other.”
Buffy closed her eyes. Riley was so sweet, and to see him so heartbroken made her feel like the lowest scum. “I don’t want to talk about this now.”
“Why not? They knew before I knew that this was happening.” It was the look he sent Dawn that pushed Buffy over the edge. Nobody messed with her sister!
Buffy clenched her fist. Fine. She tried to be nice. She tried to let him down easy. No more Ms. Nice Gal. “I’ve never been in love with you, Riley. You know I’m telling you the truth so don’t shake your head at me.” Buffy reached for him.
Dawn tried to close her mouth, she really did, but to hear Buffy say the words was amazing. She wished she’d thought ahead and called home. Joyce would have loved to hear that.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I just don’t want to be in a relationship with you.”
Riley shook his head, trying to wake up from this nightmare. Buffy didn’t love him. Buffy wanted to end things. That wasn’t possible. They had something special, all his friends said so, and they wouldn’t lie to him. Something was obviously bothering her. He would fix it. If she needed him to change, he would. He would do anything to make her happy again.
He smiled at Buffy, who instinctively took a step back. “I really was coming to tell you I got a job. I’m doing a TV movie in Vancouver. I have to leave tomorrow.” Riley took her hands in his. He smiled at her, nodding his head to let her know he understood. “We can talk when I get back.” He kissed Buffy on the temple, smiling tightly at Dawn and the Troika before leaving the restaurant.
“Okay, that was just creepy.” Dawn said, getting up to embrace Buffy. “ Do you think he’s okay?”
Buffy shook her head. Something about the way Riley was acting had her spooked. “Please tell me I’m crazy. Please tell me Riley doesn’t think we’re going to get back together when he gets back.”
“I do believe that’s the case.” Lorne said, sympathetically petting Buffy on the head. “Sorry, but I don’t think it penetrated.”
“He’s not that stupid, Buffy.” Dawn said, hanging on to Buffy.
Willow and Tara rushed to disagree. Buffy rolled her head back, wishing she’d never gotten out of bed. “That’s just great.”
Willow leaned over to Tara. “We should get Buffy out of here.”
“I’ll go pay the bill.” Tara stood up, quickly finding their waitress, who was staring after Riley, open-mouthed.
“Can I get our check, please?” The girl looked dumbly at Tara, as if just noticing her there.
“What?”
“Food. Coffee. Cost. Any of this piercing the veil?” The girl glared, and Tara laughed. Oh, little girl, I’d eat you for breakfast.
“$43.68.”
“Damn! I’m coming.” Cordy twisted the top back on the nail polish and waddled to the door. She peered out the peephole.
“It took you long enough to get here.”
“I had to track you down.” Spike said, brushing a kiss to her temple. “Where’s Lindsey?”
Cordelia propped her feet up on the table before answering him. “At Mama’s. He’s asking her permission to take my hand in marriage.” She fluttered her lashes at him, laughing at the shocked look on his face.
“He wanted to surprise you, Cordy.”
“I know and it will be a surprise. I am going to be the best actress this town has ever seen.” Spike chuckled.
“I know this rubs against your desire for honesty, but keep your trap closed. I’m sure Lindsey has something special planned, so let him be.” Cordy studied her nails, letting silence descend on the room.
“Cordy, I think I fucked up with Buffy.” Cordy sat up quickly.
“Why? Things looked like they were going so well.” Cordy moved till she was sitting next to Spike, and laid her head on his shoulder.
Now, here was the tricky part in Spike’s opinion. Cordy was pretty specific when she said no sex with Buffy. How did he explain to her without risk of bodily harm that was the very thing that happened?
Cordy sat up, her eyes narrowing to slit. Spike whistled, wondering if he could move before the big smack.
Nope. “Ow, Cordy.”
“You slept with her. I can’t believe you.” She jumped up, not caring that she was smudging her toes.
“Cordy, we are adults. I didn’t force her. I even told her we didn’t have to go any further.”
“Was this before or after the oral sex?” Cordy had her hands on her hips, tapping her foot like Maria did.
“I’m not going to answer that. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” Cordy tilted her head, then smiled tightly. She walked over to the entertainment center, picked up “Love’s Bitch”, and dropped it in his lap.
“That was a low blow. Don’t you dare laugh.” Spike warned. Cordy smirked, but said nothing else. They sat in silence, while Spike waited for her to lecture him.
“Well, how did she leave things this morning?” She asked, stroking his curls.
“She said she had to talk to Riley about us.”
“That’s progress. What else?” She prodded.
“Nothing. She left around 10. She’ll call when she’s ready to talk.” Cordy studied him, seeing there was something else troubling him.
“Was she upset when she left?” Spike shook his head.
“Then, what aren’t you telling me?” This time it was Spike’s turn to rest his head on her shoulder.
“Dru called.”
“Oh, and what did Queen B have to say?” Cordy wished Angel would win a senate seat or something so he could take Broomhilda off to torture someone else.
“I’m not real clear on what she wanted. She threatened to sue me. I told her to go ahead, and then I hung up.”
“I’m impressed. I bet she broke out a couple of windows when you did that.” Cordy laughingly told him. He had to agree.
“What do you think the real reason was?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve heard the end of it, though.”
“Nope, I don’t think Dru’s quite through with you yet.”
After spending the better part of the day changing the locks to the house, and installing a security bar on the porch door, Buffy was ready to kick off her shoes and relax. Lorne took Dawn home. Willow and Tara were reluctant to leave her, but Buffy needed peace and quiet. This entire day had been surreal. First, waking up with Spike. Very pleasant experience that led to the ugliest confrontation she’d ever experienced. And it had all been for nothing. She had no doubt in her mind, Riley believed they’d go back to the way things were when he returned. Buffy really needed some advice on this, and as much as she depended on the Troika, this was a job for one person.
“Mom, it’s Buffy.”
“Hello, dear. You sound awful. Is everything okay?” Joyce waved goodbye to Lorne, and took the phone into the study.
“I messed everything up.” Buffy told her sadly. “I should have told Riley about Spike, about that night. I shouldn’t have led him on.” I most definitely shouldn’t have had sex with him. Oh, I feel so shanky.
“Buffy, you’re not perfect. You’re allowed to make mistakes. You didn’t tell Riley about Spike, but your relationship with Riley was on life support. The only thing keeping it going was good intentions.”
“Mom, you didn’t see him. He was so hurt.”
“He called you a cold-hearted b., Buffy. That was uncalled for.” Joyce wished she’d been there. She would have socked him in the nose.
“I know, but he was just reacting because he was hurt.” That had hurt Buffy, but she understood. She was the breaker. She was the cheater.
“Buffy, forget about Spike.”
“Easier said than done, Mom.”
Joyce smiled. “Try for a moment. Where did you see your relationship with Riley in say 6 months?”
Buffy sat down on the bed, her mind drifting to another bed in another city. “We’d probably still be together Mom.”
“Would you be engaged? Thinking about getting engaged?” Joyce waited.
“No and no. On my part anyway.” Buffy admitted guiltily.
“Buffy, this relationship was going no where fast. To quote Dawn, ‘it was a slow boat to nowhere’. Now, your sister may have an inherent dislike for Riley clouding her opinion, but she was absolutely correct.”
“Mom,” Buffy said, hesitantly. “I made love with Spike, on the same day, I had sex with Riley.”
Contrary to the beliefs of their children, there are times when parents are truly happy for their kids to break the rules. This was one of those times. Joyce could see why Dawn was so optimistic. For Buffy to do something so out of character, Spike must mean more to her than a simple roll in the hay.
”Mom?” Buffy said, despondently.
“I’m shocked Buffy, that’s not like you at all.”
“I know.”
“You’re an adult, Buffy. I’m only worried as far as your health, not anything else.” Lord, if she knew some of what her supposedly staid parents did back in the 60s, she’d pass out cold.
“We were careful.” Buffy rolled over onto her stomach, propping her head up on her hand. “I have no control when I’m with him. He makes me forget to be cautious. I don’t think of every little thing that could go wrong. I react.”
“Feels good to let go, doesn’t it?” Joyce asked.
“Yeah, it does.”
Spike scrunched his brow, wondering who was stopping by so late. He put Hamlet down, and went to the door. Buffy was leaning against the outer wall, her head tilted up to look at him. He copied her stance.
“I figured 10 hours was enough time.” She said, smiling at him. Her hands reached out to play with his shirt.
“10 hours is an extended length of time, luv.” Spike said, capturing her fingers.
“Yes, it is.” Spike pulled Buffy in, his mouth seeking hers.
The door closed on Spike lifting Buffy into his arms. They never saw the red Bronco parked just out of sight or the grown man sitting in the front seat crying. They leaned against the front door, oblivious to everything, but each other. When they pulled apart, Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
“Long day, luv.”
Would she ever get used to that endearment? She hoped not. “You could say that.” She said, running her fingers through his hair.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Nope. Not yet. I will, though. Just not right now.” Spike leaned back, smiling at the way her lips filled out after their kisses.
“Want some wine?” Buffy nodded, and giggled as Spike carried her into the kitchen. He sat her on the counter, reaching behind her for the wine glasses.
“I have a Riesling, Merlot, and white Zinfandel.” Spike told her as he leaned into the refrigerator.
Buffy was reminded of that scene in the Big Easy. Dennis Quaid, looking very nice in his jeans, was leaning over in the fridge. Ellen Barkin came up behind him, and cupped him. Well, she knew Spike was an only child, so no worry she’d cup the wrong brother, but it was so very naughty. And she hadn’t come here to have sex, and that would be a definite sexual advance.
“Do you want all three?” Spike said, turning and finding her staring at him. No jumping your guest, Spike. She’s only been here 10 minutes. Well, she needs to stop looking at my ass like that.
Buffy gulped loudly. “Ah, Riesling is good.”
Spike pulled out the Riesling, poured two glasses and handed her one. Buffy took a sip, her body tingling with excitement. Resist the curls. Resist the curls.
Spike settled between her legs, one hand on the outside of her thigh, the other holding his glass.
“What did you do today?” Buffy asked, wanting to suck the drop of wine that lingered on his lip. You’re acting like some teenage girl who can’t control your raging hormones.
“Went to see my dad and Cordy. Came back here. Cleaned up.” Spike winked at her, and she turned a pretty shade of red.
“Sorry. Guess I should have stayed and helped?”
“Just should have stayed in bed.” Spike put his glass down, bracing himself on the counter. He smiled at here, shifting to capture her lips. She met him halfway, leaning in, opening her mouth, accepting his tongue all in one swoop.
Fingers caressed stomachs eliciting gasps and shudders, but they took it no further. Just being together, tasting each other, touching each other seemed to be enough. After a day in which they each had a confrontation with an ex, spoke to family and friends about the intimate details of their newly formed relationship, and basically thought about the other constantly, it ended on a rather normal note: cuddled up on the couch, listening to an Etta James CD, and no sex, the last bit surprising them.
“Morning, Daddy!” Dawn came in, stretching her arms over her head. Hank Summers looked up from his paper, smiling at his youngest daughter.
“Did you have a good run?”
“Yep.” Dawn reached inside the refrigerator, pulling out the OJ. “Where’s Mom?”
“She went to the studio. She’s in fundraiser mode, so don’t be surprised if you’re on your own for dinner.” Hank turned to the next page, as Dawn processed that information.
“That’s okay. I’ve got a date.”
“A date? I thought you broke up with Fred. What was his last name?”
“Gunn. Fred Gunn, Daddy, and you didn‘t forget.” Dawn grabbed a banana, peeling it as she sat down.
“It’s not Gunn. Fred Gunn.” He singsonged. “So who is the new man in your life?”
”His name is Connor Chase. He’s the brother of a friend of Buffy’s new boyfriend.” Dawn explained. She looked up, trying to make sure she had the connections right. “Buffy’s boyfriend’s best friend’s brother. Did you get that?”
Hank Summers, meanwhile, was trying to decide how to react to the news Buffy had a new boyfriend. Obviously, Buffy had done the dumping or he would have heard about it. Which meant, he didn’t have to pretend to tolerate Riley. No more listening to that simpleton talk about the latest wave he rode or his role in whatever stupid commercial he was doing. Thank god, the Summers gene pool wasn’t going to be watered down by Finn genes.
“Daddy, are you all right?”
“I’m ecstatic. Buffy dumped Riley. Why haven’t you planned a party?”
“I’m hoping to erase his image from my memory. A party would conjure him up, and we don’t want that.”
“So, who’s the new guy?”
Dawn got up and showed him Spike’s book, which seemed to have taken up residence in the kitchen like the family pet. Well, if they had a family pet.
“Buffy’s dating a writer. Hmm. Nice.”
“Big improvement, huh, Dad?” Dawn grinned.
“That’s an understatement.“ Hank commented, smiling affectionately at her. “Dawn, I feel the need to have a father-daughter talk.”
Dawn suppressed a groan, giving Hank her sweetest and most sincere smile. “Sure, Dad.”
Hank set the book aside so he could grasp her fingers. “Dawn, if you ever bring another Riley into this house, I’ll disown you.”
“Goddamnit!” Buffy shouted, slamming the phone down on the table.
“Elizabeth Summers, watch your mouth!” Joyce admonished loudly from the doorway.
Buffy shrieked, and had to grab onto the counter to keep from falling off the stool.
“Mom. Jeez, you startled me.” Buffy quickly got up and ran around to the other side, dropping a kiss on Joyce’s cheek.
“I wondered why you screamed.” Joyce said sarcastically. “So who pissed you off?” Joyce said, earning a wide-eyed stare from Buffy.
“Mom, language.”
“I’m allowed. I’m the mother.” Joyce put her bag down, and peered at the proof sheets scattered on the counter.
“Tell me you finished the layout for the museum benefit?” Joyce’s mind quickly ran through contingency plans in case the photo spread was a wash.
“Yes. The layout is fine.” Buffy reassured her. “Great, in fact. It’s...” Buffy debated telling her, knowing she’d only worry.
Joyce looked up, giving her that ‘please don’t tell me you’re pregnant’ smile. “It’s what?”
“Riley.” Buffy groaned, wishing he were here right now, so she could shake some sense into him. But that wouldn’t work. No brain to shake.
“He calls me two and three times a day.“ She continued. “It’s always the same conversation. What can he do to get me back? What did he do wrong?”
Thank god. Joyce thought. She reached across the counter, gripping Buffy’s hand in hers. “I know he’s hurt Mom. I know I did wrong by him, but how long do I have to put up with him basically ignoring everything I say to him.”
Well, Buffy. You put up with it for 2 years. Why concern yourself now? Oh, shut up!
“Buffy, don’t answer his calls. It’s as simple as that.” Joyce walked into the back, coming back with a Coke for Buffy and water for herself.
“I can’t do that. I’d worry it was some sort of an emergency.”
“Buffy, Riley has family and friends. He wasn’t plucked out of a cabbage patch.” Joyce took a moment to remember those cute little dolls from the eighties. Buffy had one, and it got lost on vacation. Maybe that was what she was searching for in Riley. Her long lost cabbage patch doll.
“I know, but they weren’t dating him. I was.” Now, I’m sorta dating Spike. Is a week’s worth of talking and sex, a relationship?
“Buffy, does Riley know about Spike?”
“Not about him, specifically, but I think he knows something.”
Joyce’s ears perked up with that. If Riley knew, then who knew what he’d do? The phone calls could be the tip of the iceberg.
“It’s not anything specific that he’s said. It’s just the general tone of the conversation. He keeps talking about becoming a better person for me, becoming someone I could be proud to call my boyfriend.” Buffy rubbed her temples.
“I tried to explain it wasn’t him. It was me.”
“Buffy, are you sure Riley is in Vancouver?“ Joyce asked worried and concerned.
“Yes. I had caller ID added to the phone, remember? It shows up Days Inn, Vancouver, British Columbia. He wants answers. In his mind, things were fine between us before last week. I never told him I wasn’t happy. I didn’t know I wasn’t happy until....” A certain blonde reappeared in my life.
“Spike.” Joyce said, smiling at the change in Buffy’s demeanor.
“Yeah, Spike.” Buffy said, dreamily.
“What does Spike think you should do?”
“I haven’t told him.” Buffy admitted, staring at the tiled floor.
“You haven’t told him? Why not? He’s your boyfriend, Buffy. He has a right to know your ex-boyfriend is harassing you.”
Buffy stammered to answer all the questions thrown at her. “Wait a minute. Spike is not my boyfriend. He’s my friend.” She said, avoiding her mother’s direct stare.
“He is. We’re dating.” And sleeping together every chance we get, and that was the reason I was late coming in this morning. “There are no possessive nouns or adjectives attached to our names.”
“Whatever you say, Buffy. I think you should tell him. He cares about you. He’d want to help.”
“He’d go all prehistoric on me. I can handle Riley. I made this mess I can fix it.”
Joyce nodded her head, slowly. Stubborn. Just like her father. That damn Summers’ trait. I can handle anything life throws at me. I don’t need anyone’s help. What was that phrase her grandmother used to say? Oh, yeah. ‘Hard head makes a soft behind.’
“Come here.” Buffy sighed as Joyce wrapped her up in a big hug, stroking her hair softly.
“I don’t want to hurt Riley anymore than I already have. I don’t love him, but I do care about him. He’s a terrific guy... for someone else.” Buffy closed her eyes, enjoying being mothered.
“I want us to be friends.” Admitted sadly.
“It’s too early to think about that, Buffy. Riley’s going to need time to heal.”
Angel paced back and forth in front of his wife. His campaign manager sat on the couch, her finger tapping her cheek. She couldn’t believe Liam had chosen this woman to take with him to the Governor’s mansion.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Angel asked, his voice tinged with rage.
“I never thought it would come out. I used a fake name and ID. How was I supposed to know he’d write that stupid book?” Dru said, crossing her legs.
“Who else knows about the abortion?” Darla Reeves asked, as she rose off the sofa.
“Just my mother. She helped to arrange it.” Dru sneered, hating having to speak to Liam in front of an employee.
Darla stood next to Angel, their bodies nearly touching. Dru saw how close they were and wanted to claw the blonde’s eyes out.
“What do you think we should do, Darla?” Angel asked.
“We can either spin this story to show he was unstable, to show that Dru had no choice or we leave him be.” She said, staring fixedly at Druscilla.
“Mrs. Cavanaugh. I am Mrs. Cavanaugh to you.” Dru reminded her. “William is weak. He always has been. If we get to him now, we can shut him up for good.”
“And how do you propose we do that? He isn’t fond of either one of you. From what you’ve told me, he doesn’t even know you were pregnant. That works in our favor. We don’t want to rile him, and have him go asking questions. We also don’t want to give the impression your relationship with him is of any importance now. This is the type of story the press lives for.” Darla directed her last comment to Angel.
“I agree with Darla, Dru.”
“You always do, Angel.“ Dru jumped out of her chair, her black hair flying behind her. Liam reached for her, coaxing her into her seat.
“Spike doesn’t care one way or the other about us. He’s made it pretty clear he despises us, and I can’t really blame him. If you go through with this lawsuit, it’ll only piss him off, and you know how evil William can get when he’s pissed.”
Liam tilted Dru‘s head back, his brown eyes beckoning her. “Dru, please don’t take this any further. Drop the suit before it costs us the election.”
Darla wished he’d tell her to drop the suit or he’d drop her. Dru was a liability. She was too unstable and bitter to be of any use to him. She brought very little to the table. She was a beauty, but that wouldn’t garner any votes if people knew she was a cold-hearted, manipulative bitch.
“Fine. If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get.” Angel stepped back, allowing Dru to storm out of the room.
“Angel, she’s a liability. She’s rash and downright rude to the very people who need to impress.” Darla paced in front of the massive oak desk.
“I hear what you’re saying, but you have to remember if it weren’t for her father’s connections we wouldn’t have enough in the war chest to do a business card ad. She stays for that reason alone.”
“And William Giles? What are you going to do about him?”
“I don’t know just yet. I used to know how to handle him, but now, who knows?“ He shrugged. “Don’t you worry, Darla. You just take care of me, and I‘ll take care of Dru and Spike.”
Spike stared past Wesley’s head to the view outside. San Diego was beautiful this time of year. Dawn was going to love attending school up here.
Thinking of Dawn brought on memories of Buffy. And memories of Buffy usually were of the x-rated kind, but especially after this morning when neither had been interested in leaving the bed. Interested? Hell, unable to. His legs were still sore from pushing into the mattress.
Buffy slapped her hand down on the bed, her fingers gripping desperately at the sheets. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breath. He surrounded her, snaring her in his web. She felt him so deep, she thought he was tearing her soul apart. Ripping out all that she was till there was nothing left, but him, them. Her other hand reached out blindly, her fingers fisting in his hair. She felt his lips on her neck, but she couldn’t reach them. His breath was hot on her neck. Her mouth moved silently, grimacing and twisting in rhythm with each thrust.
Spike licked the sweat off her neck, trying to ignore the pain she was inflicting on his scalp. He knew her clit was on fire, rubbed raw by the unyielding friction with the sheets. He’d taken her by surprise when he rolled her over onto her stomach. She tried to rise up onto her knees, but he gently pushed her back down, till she was lying flat.
“Don’t you want to?” She’d asked huskily, her eyes deep green and glazed over.
“Patience, Pet. You’ll see.” She followed his movements, watching as he slid the condom down the rock hard length of his shaft. When he nudged her legs open, her eyes widened with a mixture of panic and anticipation.
He shook his head at the direction her thoughts had taken. He’d never hurt her like that. There were other ways of bringing her pleasure. As he slid his cock inside her hot tunnel, she closed her eyes, moving her hips slowly as he pushed forward, till he was buried deep inside her. They’d never done it like this, with her pressed firmly into the bed. If she thought the position was domineering, she didn’t object, just kept making these noises that were droning in his brain, shooting straight to his groin. He lay down on her back, his leg resting slightly below hers, so that with every thrust he opened her up further. She was gasping and panting, gripping the sheets so hard, he thought they’d rip. He grasped her hand, their fingers entwined. Their feet trying to gain purchase, trying to allow him to go deeper, harder.
“Spike, have you heard a word I’ve said?” Wesley asked, his ever-present reading glasses riding low on his nose.
“You lost me at hello.” Spike smirked.
“Well, this is really important, so do listen.” Wesley flipped the legal document in front of him, coming to a paragraph highlighted in yellow.
“Mrs. Cavanaugh believes you are attempting to libel her in the book.” Wesley said with a smile to his face. “That’s complete rubbish and we know it. What exactly does Dru want?”
Wesley pulled his glasses off, lying them on the desk. He knew Spike wasn’t telling him the whole truth, but that wasn’t anything new when it came to Dru. Wes had met Spike back during their sophomore year of college, when both had been working as waiters at Ipolitos. They’d become instant friends, even sharing a flat together. When Spike met Druscilla, Wesley was at Stanford in law school. By the time, he’d gotten back; Spike wasn’t the same carefree guy he’d left on graduation day. Spike had kept his pain hidden pretty well, until the day he caught Dru in bed with Angel. Wesley believed it then, and he was sure of it now, Dru had set the whole thing up. She wanted Spike to find them. She wanted to inflict as much pain as humanly possible on the one person who truly loved her psychotic ass. God, he hated her.
“To make my life miserable until the day she dies.” Spike said, sighing hard. “Please tell me we can sue her and Liam for harassment or at the very least aggravation.”
“Afraid not, but she sounds scared in this lawsuit. Are you sure there isn’t some tiny bit of juicy gossip not already known to the public about Dru and Angel? Because for the life of me, I can’t understand why she’s risking exposing her affair with Angel, especially with the primary a couple of weeks away.”
“Beats me.”
Spike knew what kept Dru up at night, and it wasn’t the sexual prowess of her husband. It was her dirty little secret. The one thing he’d never told anyone about, except his dad. He was never supposed to know Dru had been pregnant. He was never supposed to find out about the abortion. He was never supposed to discover the baby wasn’t his. Now, wouldn’t that be front-page news. Liam Cavanaugh’s wife had abortion. It wouldn’t matter that it was nearly 4 years ago. Angel was running on a pro-life platform. Those staunch Republicans that so admired the new “Jack Kennedy of the West” would turn on him in an instant. Especially since the child had been Angel’s.
“Well, I’ll send them our reply. Would you like the standard, stick it up your ass response or pursue this at your own risk response?” Wesley twirled his pen.
“Which one would make you happy?” Spike asked, shaking his head at the sly smile on Wesley’s face.
“Oh, it doesn’t matter, whichever one allows me to bill you more.”
“This picture looks nothing like me.” Spike bemoaned, earning an elbow in the ribs from Buffy.
“Yes, it does. Stop teasing me. I’m thin-skinned.”
“Really. I like your skin.” He said, bending slightly to bite her shoulder.
“Spike, we’re in public.” Buffy gasped, as he pressed his groin into her back. Have to grocery shop. Must get food and vegetables. Vegetables? Note to self. Do not to go near the cucumbers.
“Uh huh. We are. You’re very observant.” He said, rubbing his hips lightly against her.
“So is the little old lady on aisle 6.”
Spike turned his head slightly to see a woman in her 80s, squinting at him through coke-bottle lenses.
“Hello. Excuse us.” Spike hurried Buffy and the buggy along. “Eww! I think she was staring at my ass.”
“Ego much?” Buffy giggled. “She probably thought it was a display of canned peaches or something. That is what you get for trying to seduce me in the grocery store.”
“I’m totally innocent.” Spike said, giving her that wicked little smile, which worked so well in stripping her nude. Not this time buddy. Not if you want to have dinner this evening.
“Innocent, my ass.” Buffy shook her head as Spike grabbed her hips, turning her around so he could check it out. Buffy swatted at him.
“Nice ass, it is, luv. Did I tell you how much I like those jeans you’re wearing?” Spike stood behind her, surveying the various cheeses.
“I’m sure that’s a loaded question. So tell me why you like them so much, Mr. Blackwell?”
“Well,” Spike said, drawing his finger across the low waistband, stopping just above her tattoo at the small of her back. “Let’s just say, they leave nothing to the imagination. I know what you aren’t wearing.” He said, kissing the top of her head, before moving off to get some eggs. Buffy’s face turned as red as the rind on the cheddar cheese.
She really was too delectable in those jeans. He wondered how long it took her to shimmy into them this morning. Hell, he wondered how long it would take him to peel her out of them tonight. That was bad. He had to stop thinking of her in sexual terms. They had a lot more in common than flexibility.
“Spike, are you going to stare at the beer all night or are you going to pick one?” Buffy asked when she finally caught up with him.
“Neither. I’ve got beer.”
“You also have something on your mind. Care to share?” She looped her arm through his as they walked around to the bakery.
“I think we have too much sex.”
The guy walking past them ran into the display, sending bags of chips skidding across the floor. They looked back to see if he was alright, then continued on their way.
“We’ve only been having sex for a week. You’re already tired of it.” Should I be insulted or flattered?
Spike tilted his head. “No, I’m not, but we’ve been going at it pretty steady. You said you didn’t want this thing between us to be all about sex.”
Buffy frowned. “It hasn’t been. I’ve talked to you more in these last 8 days, than I ever did with Riley in 2 years.”
“That’s not saying a lot, Pet. His main source of entertainment is Cartoon Network.”
Buffy giggled, leaning her head against his arm. “There is more to us than meets the eye.”
“Sure hope so.” He said, his eyes caressing her.
“Why the sudden review?”
Spike shrugged. “I was imagining removing those jeans with my teeth tonight.”
“Oh. That would have been interesting.” Very interesting. So does this mean no sex tonight? What the hell am I supposed to think about during that stupid debate tomorrow?
“Don’t worry. I still plan on doing it. Just don’t want you to think that’s all I think about.” Buffy smiled at the sentiment.
“I wouldn’t kick you out of bed if it was.” She teased.
“I’m serious, Buffy.” Spike stopped, rubbing her hand. “I don’t want to mess this up because I couldn’t control my libido.”
“Spike, while I’ll admit your special brand of loving is the best. I wouldn’t have broken up with Riley because of it. I’m not built that way. You matter to me. A lot. Probably more than I realized.” Buffy closed the tiny gap between them, her hand caressing his face as her lips sought his. Standing in the middle of the checkout area, they lost themselves in the kiss.
“You two need to get a room.” They broke apart reluctantly, grinning madly when they saw it was the same old lady from earlier. “Haven’t seen this much action in the store since the WWI ended.”
Xander looked on as Willow and Tara spooned together on the bed. He wiped his brow, wondering if he would need to ask his doctor for Viagra soon. They were wildcats in and out of bed. He reached in his pants and pulled out his cigarettes, heading for the kitchen and a beer. Throwing the top in the trashcan, he snagged his cell phone on the way out to the patio.
Xander lit his cigarette, taking a long drag on it. Nicotine was his friend. It always made that post-sex period so much sweeter. The phone lit up, and Xander pressed SEND to answer it.
“Alexander Harris.”
“Xander, it’s Riley.” Xander rolled his eyes. He picked the beer up with two fingers and took a swig.
“Riley, man. What’s up?” Let me guess. You want to talk about Buffy.
“Nothing much. How’re things there?”
“Fine. I haven’t seen Buffy today. Is that what you wanted to ask me?”
“No. I need for you to do me a favor, buddy.”
“Name it.”
“Find out all you can about the guy she’s fucking.”
Xander knocked the beer over, spilling the malt brew on the concrete walk.
“Dude. What are you talking about? Buffy’s screwing around on you?” Where had he been? Willow and Tara hadn’t said a word of this to him.
“I saw them together with my own eyes. I was hoping it was a one-time thing, but she’s not staying at home. I called her neighbor and there’s been a strange car over there at night. I’m telling you. She’s got someone else.” Riley was crying. Xander felt bad for him. Crying over a chick was not cool.
“Dude, you’re an actor. Find you somebody else. You’ve got access to actresses. Long, leggy, fake boob actresses, and you’re worried about Buffy.” Xander peered through the darkened living room, thinking he heard a noise. There was nothing there.
“Xander, please.” Riley begged. “I just want to know what I’m up against. I know I can get her back. I love her. She’s just confused right now. Once I get back, we can work on making things stronger.
“That was very good, Pet. Who knew you could cook so well?” Spike smirked, plucking a piece of chicken out of the carton with his chopsticks.
“If you hadn’t distracted me, dinner wouldn’t have burned.” Buffy said with a pout. Was 8 days long enough to know where you belonged? Who you belonged to? Because she lied when she told her mother Spike was just a friend. He was so much more, and it scared and excited her all at the same time.
“But you liked the distraction.” Spike said, using his chopstick to drop sauce on her leg. Buffy stared at the clear liquid, watching intently as Spike’s tongue darted out to lick it off.
Buffy gulped and concentrated on picking up a water cashew. She dropped it, when Spike’s tongue traveled up her leg to the back of her knee.
Mom warned me about eating in bed. “I was enjoying myself until the fire alarm went off, which set my neighbor’s Chihuahua to barking. Yep, I was having a great time.“
Spike dipped his chopstick into the lemon garlic sauce, and covered her leg with droplets. Buffy licked her lips, her eyes widening as Spike’s tongue licked the sensitive area under her knee.
“You’re making a mess.”
“Am I? Then, I must clean it up.”
“Stop that. It tickles.” He might have listened if she hadn’t scooted closer, giving him easy access to her leg.
“Don’t mind me. Finish eating.” He leered.
Okay, Buffy thought. Two can play at this game. Buffy dipped her finger in her sweet and sour pork, leaning over so she could write on Spike’s back. She felt his heart thumping wildly on her leg.
Buffy wrote SEXY, then followed it up by licking the writing with her tongue. Spike groaned, and pushed her legs further apart. Dinner was forgotten as they continued to stroke and lick each other’s skin.
“I feel sticky.”
“I was hoping for wet, Pet. But that’ll do.” Buffy giggled. They moved quickly to clear the bed of food and clothes.
“I thought you didn’t want me to get the wrong impression about you?” Buffy said as Spike ripped the shirt off her, flinging it into a corner.
“You wrote SEX on my back.” He said, grabbing her shoulders, pulling her up the length of his body. “I never refuse a lady’s request.”
Buffy’s fingers dove into his blonde locks, yanking his mouth to hers, where she plundered it with her tongue.
“I wrote SEXY.” She told him breathlessly.
“Really? I must have missed the Y.”
“Don’t forget the condom.” Buffy bit his ear as he she straddled him. Spike caressed her butt as he fumbled for the box in the drawer. He sighed with relief as he finally found one, noting they didn’t have many left. When was the last time he bought a box? Oh, yeah, last week. Buffy drew his attention again, her lips gliding across his. She drew his tongue between her lips, sucking on it like a Jolly Rancher.
Spike grabbed her hips, guiding her onto his shaft. Buffy threw her head back, her eyes closing as she slid slowly down his heated shaft, inch by inch. When their pelvises met, her eyes flew open, staring at Spike. His eyes were beautiful. And how many times had she said that? Not enough, she thought. Her breath came out in short, hard gasps.
Spike gripped the sheets, willing himself not to come, but she was holding him so tightly, he knew any sudden moves and one of them was going to be embarrassed. Buffy smiled at his predicament.
“Don’t worry, lover. I’m..umm..Not going to let you come too soon.” She said, raising her hips ever so slowly, swirling them around the head of his cock before settling back down. Rapidly flexing her pelvic muscles, she milked his cock, grinding her clit against him.
Spike sat up carefully, watching as Buffy lost her rhythm, grabbing at his legs for support. Spike wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, pulling her flush to his chest. His hand slid between their bodies, till he touched the hood of her clit, causing her to shriek.
Spike thought about letting her control their lovemaking, but he couldn’t. He had to thrust. He had to get deeper inside her. He knew it was impossible, but he was an overachiever. He slid his hands up her back, till they rested on her shoulders. Buffy dropped her head to his chest, sucking on the skin, leaving passion marks and nicks all over.
The room was quiet, nothing but their mingled moans and grunts penetrated the silence. Buffy could barely draw a breath as Spike held her firmly down while his cock thrust steadily into her warmth. Spike kissed her deeply while slamming in and out of her, faster and faster with each stroke. Buffy grabbed at his shoulders, his back, her nails digging as a violent orgasm overtook her. Her entire body rocked and shivered, but Spike kept on pushing into her harder and faster, till Buffy cried out again as another smaller orgasm hit her. She fell limp against his chest, her mind splintered, her body sore.
In comparison to Buffy’s orgasm, Spike’s was the exact opposite, but no less fantastic. His eyes clenched and it felt as if every muscle in his body was humming as his shaft erupted. He held Buffy tightly, afraid if he let her go, she’d collapse.
Spike flexed his fingers, which were cramped from gripping her shoulders so tightly. He could see the marks his fingers left on her skin, and he placed soft kisses on them.
“Hey.” She said, kissing his cheek.
“Hey yourself.”
“I’m still hungry.” Spike said sexily. They both looked between their bodies, and laughed at the obviousness of that statement.