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Spoilers: the whole B/A-cannon; the previous stories in this series
Summary: back to LA and meeting someone old and someone new
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Dedication: to Ryan, Sara-Lee, Emma, Dana and Kasiya, my most constant feedbackers!!! Thanks guys! And to Philip who was asking if these series still existed! You see, they do!
This is written in Angel's POV

We were all glad to come back to LA, of course it had been good for Buffy to see the Sunnydale friends and her mom again and all, but LA was our home now and it's always good to be home.

Lily smiled when we entered the office the night after Joyce had come back to the mansion. "Hi. Had a good time?"

"Hmmm," Buffy made and yawned, leaning against me. I could feel how tired she was, going back to Sunnydale had been an emotional rollercoaster for her. "Alright I guess. Now they know I'm still alive and even my mom is okay now."

"Great," Lily replied and stood up. Eyeing Doyle she grinned: "But you don't look so good."

"He's still dreaming about Cordelia," I said with a grin ignoring the looks I got from the half-demon.

"Cordelia?," Lily was lost.

"A ... well, what is Cordelia?," Buffy looked at me. "A friend, maybe," she sighed. "Anyway. She's quite good looking and Doyle fell for her." The slayer giggled when she saw the Irishman glaring at her.

"Don't look that way," I grinned now as well. "You were almost drooling over her."

"Yeah, yeah," the half-demon shook his head. "Have your fun with my heartache."

Buffy laughed: "Doyle, Cordelia is Miss I'm-so-rich-I'm-only-marrying-a-millionaire, you'll never live up to her expectations. Better forget about her."

"It's not even half as strange as a slayer and a vampire living together," he shot back.

"He has a point," I had to admit. "Anyway. Did anything happen while we were in Sunnydale," I looked at Lily.

"Not really. A cop lady came here. Checking out the agency. And then she asked for you."

"A cop-lady?," Buffy raised an eyebrow and then sharply looked at me.

"I told you about her," I reminded her. "Remember, Kate?"

"Oh, uh ... yes, the lady in the bar. The one who tried to hit on you," she gave me a seductive smile. "No way, mister. You're taken."

"Is that so?," I replied playfully, my voice sounding a bit husky. As a response I saw her eyes darkening.

"Hmmm," she made. The sound wasn't quite a moan, it wasn't really a noise either, but I could feel that we needed to go downstairs. Now!

Glancing over to Doyle, I took my lover's arm: "I think we all are tired now. Doyle, Lily see you both tomorrow." Ignoring the knowing grin on the half-demon's face, I pulled Buffy along with me down the stairs. Seeing the expression in my eyes, she began to giggle. Oh god, that woman was killing me, I thought and pulled her in my arms, kissing her on the mouth. Hard. Wishing nothing more than to kiss her senseless and lose my senses in the process as well.

She responded immediately, moaning into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck and running her fingers through my hair. Having this passionate, demanding woman in my arms now I can't understand why I ever thought myself as a cradle-robber when I kissed her for the first time.

My hands began to slid under her top, stroking the warm, smooth skin while our tongues were exploring well known territory.

"Oh Angel," she moaned between two kisses and pulled me closer, God, I will never have enough of her. I *can* never get enough of her. Did I have to get more than 240 years old to find that kind of perfection, that closeness with another human being. Before I met Buffy I didn't even think it possible. To feel as if you're only complete when she's near. I cannot even entertain the thought what would happen if I'd lose her. I think it's the first time I ever thanked my fate for becoming a vampire, because it led me to her, to Buffy.

I felt her pulling at my belt, could smell her arousal, could feel my own, when a scream from above froze us. Exchanging a short glance with my lover we straightened our clothes and ran up the stairs only to find Doyle and Lily behind the desk in the outer office, both holding crosses in their hands while they were staring at the entrance, where a well known face was smiling at us.

"Peaches," he stood at the closed door, his arms crossed in front of his chest, wearing his leather pants and red shirt.

I heard Buffy sighing exasperatedly: "Spike, what do we owe this pleasure?"

I saw my grand-childe grin and inwardly groaned. "I take it as an honour that you call it a pleasure, pet. Thought you were gone to the holy grounds, slayer and you mate," he looked at me, "last time I saw you it didn't look too good."

"What the hell do you want from us?" I asked him annoyed. I never liked him, I can remember that very clearly, but he never annoyed me as much as he did now, interrupting a very intense moment with his appearance.

He threw his arms in the air and rolled his eyes: "Peaches. How come you're soulboy again? Not that I miss that nasty bugger Angelus, not at all actually, but I'd like to know."

"Last thing I heard from you was that you were all pathetic and tried to get Willow to do a love spell for you," Buffy grinned when she saw the hurt look on Spike's face. "Yes, my friend told me all about it. Such a little loser our Spike," she went on. "And did you find her? Loony-tunes Drusilla I mean."

"Hold your tongue slayer," he hissed at her.

"So she's still off with the chaos-demon," I gave him my best smirk, pays to have practice in smirks.

"It's all your fault," he stepped a bit closer to me. "She was angry with me, because I sided with the slayer, after you and her scr...", he stopped seeing the icy glare I shot him. Then he amended: "Alright, it was that bastard Angelus, I admit it. But he made her all lovesick about him."

"It doesn't really give you much credit, does it," Buffy obviously couldn't help herself and inwardly I didn't mind. Spike and I never got along. When Drusilla insisted in siring him my demon gave in, because he was sick of her begging and whining all the time, but today I wished the demon had been stronger then.

"What do you know, Slayer," my childe hissed back. "After I left Sunnyhell I was going to find her, but she's disappeared. If I ever get that slimy Chaos demon between my fingers ...," he trailed off.

"This is all very interesting," Doyle spoke up for the first time, "but does it lead somewhere?"

"Good question," I agreed. "Why are you here at all?"

"I heard about this," he gestured around the room. "You're playing detective and livin' with the slayer. Last time I was in Sunnyhell they thought you both dead. I couldn't believe the rumors about this agency, so I had to come and see myself. Being family and all, you know."

"And now that you've seen it, why don't you just leave again. We were kinda busy," Buffy's voice sounded annoyed.

Spike sniffled the air and then smirked: "This kind of being busy, you mean," he said knowingly. On seeing my lover's irritated gaze he added: "Vampires can smell such things." Then he nodded pointedly towards her hips, which made her blush immediately.

Eyeing him for a moment I glanced shortly at Doyle: "Could you just hand me a stake," I said as casually as possible and then turned back to my grand-childe: "I think you better get going now, or this family reunion thing ends with one member in an ash-tray."

"Hey mate," he raised his hands in defense. "No offense. I'm going on my own free will, you just have to ask. Politely."

"Doyle," I said again and took the stake my half-demon friend handed me, my eyes never leaving Spike's face.

"I'm going, I'm going," he said quickly. "Geez, I think Angelus is a nasty bugger, but you don't understand any fun. See you mate, slayer," he said, slightly bowing his head. Then he turned and disappeared in the dark hallway.

"Who was this?," Lily asked, her voice sounding shaky.

"Spike," Buffy answered as if this one word would explain everything. "He's Angel's, no Angelus' grand-childe and he's the most annoying vampire I've ever met."

I had to chuckle on her words, but raised my hands in defense when she glared at me. "Sorry," I said, but still grinned. "He was just the last person I would've expected here."

"And who is this Drusilla?" Lily wanted to know.

"His sire, lover and she's all nuts," Buffy explained again. She's always had an unique way to describe things. It's another thing I love in her.

"So Drusilla is Angelus' childe?" Doyle asked.

"Yes," I replied. "It's a long story, maybe someday I'll tell you. But not tonight. We really should go to bed. We're all tired."

"Yes," Lily nodded and took her purse from the desk. "See you two tomorrow." And with this she and Doyle were gone.

"Spike," Buffy sighed and shook her head. "Just comes and pays us a little social visit. If he isn't the strangest ... uhh, Angel," she giggled, when I began to nuzzle her neck.

"I think we stopped somewhere there when we were so rudely interrupted," I whispered in her ear.

"Hmmm," she made again. God, that noise drives me crazy and she just knows it.

"I wonder what he really wanted," I frowned, raising my head from her neck. "I have the feeling it wasn't the last we've seen of him."

"Angel," she whispered.

"Hmmm," I made this time.

"You talk too much."

I could hear the smile in her voice and smiled too: "I promise, no more words tonight."

"Good," she replied and switched off the light.

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