"Look, guys, can I please go now? Or better yet, can one of you go now? I'm tired and really not up for another night of you two being awkward." Willow complained, rubbing her eyes in frustration. She glanced at Giles helplessly who simply shrugged in the same fashion while Tara rubbed her hand soothingly as they observed at the two men glaring around the Bronze.
Xander and Angel.
Willow had been shocked when Angel had turned up in the Magic Shop, not a week ago. He had claimed that he heard something had happened to Buffy and was there to help. Of course, they had called him before, but he had been 'too busy.' In a rare display of fury, she had slapped him and screamed that he was two months too late to be of any help. It had taken both Tara and Giles to hold her back from slapping him again when his response had been 'I had things going on.' It was the look on his face, one of self-righteousness and arrogance that said 'my destiny is more important to me.'
Xander had not been of any help either, he was busy ranting and raving about Buffy having been kidnapped by demons. He did not even entertain the idea that the Initiative was behind it, despite Willow's subtle, and sometimes less-than-subtle, hints to the contrary. He had actually outright said that they should get Riley to hunt down 'whoever' kidnapped her, something Giles had ferociously shut down with an extremely Ripper like tone when he had shouted 'shut your bloody mouth, you ignorant wanker.'
Of course, that was when Xander was not busy engaging in arguments with Angel, usually over nothing. It would range from Buffy to demons to simply what clothes he was wearing. Angel, for all of his two-hundred plus years, was just as immature, despite his responses always being far more well-timed than Xander's. She had limited her interaction with both of them, she had seen why Buffy had not wanted her to tell Xander about the Initiative and most importantly, about her and Spike.
Xander was on the surface a good person, but it was blinded by his bigotry. And his bigotry, Willow realised, made him an extremely ugly human being. It upset her to think that of someone she had known all of her life, but it was there. She had tried to steer him away from his almost Nazi view of demons, but had not had much success. Sadly, she doubted it would ever change.
She was brought out of her thoughts when the two started bickering again.
"Maybe Dead Boy here should leave; I mean he's the one stealing the air with his broody shadow." Xander sneered. Angel rolled his eyes.
"If I offend you so much, boy, maybe you should take yourself home. Not that you're of any use anyway other than your bad jokes and worse hair." Xander snarled and Willow dropped her face into her hand, Tara licking her lips awkwardly as Giles just rolled his eyes.
They were completely unaware of one: the small vampire group that had entered the bronze and, more importantly, two: the blonde pair who was stalking them from the upper level of the bronze.
…
Buffy and Spike watched the group of six vampires enter the club and start picking out a potential meal. They were young vampires, obviously, as they showed no subtlety in the fact they were practically salivating at all the warm blood pulsing around them. Buffy watched as one began to climb the stairs until he reached one of the booths overlooking the dance floor. He remained oblivious to their presence, the loud music and collection of sweat bodies masking hers and Spike's scents, and any sound they might make, beautifully.
Speaking of Spike.
"Oh, bollocks!" She turned to him when she heard him cuss and saw his eyes fixed on the tables on the ground level.
"What?" He gestured to one table and she scrutinized it. Her jaw dropped and eyes went wide when she took in the sight of her broody ex sitting with the Scoobies, arguing with Xander. "What the hell?" She exclaimed.
"My thought exactly, pet." Spike growled. She was flabbergasted, not to mention angry. Why was Angel back in town? How long had he been back?
"What the hell is he doing here?" She demanded as she fixed her gaze on Angel. She was angry, something she never would have thought she would feel at the sight of him. She wondered if it was residual resentment for him leaving. She just knew she was angry. "When did he get back here?" Spike shrugged.
"He's probably come back 'cause he heard about you." He answered, truthfully. As he should do, if you here the woman you are meant to love about all else has been kidnapped you come back. She huffed.
"Really?" She muttered. Spike glanced at her, trying to mask his feelings from her. He was worried that she jump back into Angel's arms or at least put their relationship on hold until he was gone. And that thought hurt.
"Yeah, y'know? Soul mates, love his unlife that kinda thing." Buffy turned to him sharply but his gaze as fixed stubbornly on the vampires that they had been hunting. She had gotten very good at reading his moods and she realised Spike was jealous and anxious. Her mind clicked that he must have worried she would go back to Angel now that he was back. She shook her head, with an eye roll. Silly Spike.
How could she go back to Angel when Spike had shown her what it really meant to care for someone? There were no reservations, no whispered platitudes or secrets between them. It was all on the outside, their desire for each other, what they invoked in each other and how much they adored each other. She could never go back to the monotony of Angel, not now that she had tasted the passion that was Spike. Angel had abandoned her, he could call it whatever he wanted, he had abandoned her. And her feelings for the broody vampire had gone a long time ago; she had just never seen it until Spike had shown her what real love was.
She reached over and cupped his lower face with one hand. She gently turned him to look at her and she gave him a small, affectionate smile that he returned. She stroked his cheek with her thumb, adoring the warmth that flooded his gaze at that.
"Hey, whatever you've got going around your head about Angel let it go." She told him. "I told you when we came back, I was coming back on your side, I am staying on your side and, if necessary, I am leaving on your side." His face brightened at that, and he covered her hand with his as she leant in to give him a warm kiss.
Their lips lingered on each others for a few seconds before they pulled away, drawing out the moment. It was different to the ones they had shared previously. There was something different, something was being passed between them, unspoken. Whatever they could not voice, was in that kiss.
They pulled back smiling at each other, when Spike glanced down to the dance floor. She raised a brow and followed his gaze. One of the vampires had approached a young girl and was obviously laying the groundwork of leading her out back to be fed on.
"Looks like they've made their move." Spike pointed out, his lip curling in anticipation. "Shall we?" Buffy nodded, her gaze shifting to the lookout vampire on the balcony next to them with a lethal smile.
"Yes, let's."
…
The Scoobies had been sitting relaxing, finally now that Xander and Angel had finally finished bickering when it happened. They had heard a loud yell of fright, followed by a resounding thud on the dance fall. The music had stopped and every head had turned to see what was going on. Willow's eyes had widened as Angel had shot to his feet at the sight of a vampire in full game face, snarling angrily as he glared up at the balcony.
When they saw next shocked them more, they had followed his gaze in time to see Buffy vaulting over the railing onto the dance floor. There were screams as the sight of the vampire caused a mass panic, everyone sprinting for the nearest exit. But the Scoobies remained, eyes were fixed on Buffy as she landed into a graceful crouch before pushing herself up and advancing on the vampire. Angel snarled at the sight of three more vampires proceeding towards the Slayer when one of them was flattened by a fourth being hurled into him. As the two rose up to the feet, they growled at the sight of Spike sauntering towards them.
Willow watched as Buffy ducked under the vampire's attack before staking him with ease. She turned to the other two vampires approaching and rolled between them. She turned backhanding one to the floor and spin kicking the second away. She crouched down, dusting the floored vampire as the final vamp attacked again. Buffy blocked his kick before swatting away his punch and driving her fist into his chest. She thrust kicked him back into the wall, before hurling her stake into his chest.
As he crumpled to dust, Buffy's head snapped to the head of the room, watching as a third vampire advanced on Spike who was busy beating some poor fledging senseless. Drawing another stake from her belt, she drew her arm back and sent it spinning through air. Spike, having sensed the vamp's approach, whipped around with his fist cocked and ready only to watch the dust scatter across the floor. With growl, he turned to look at Buffy and pointed his finger at her.
"That one counts as mine, Summers!" She stuck her tongue out at him as he turned back around, just in time to seize the final female vampire in mid jump. Using her momentum against her he threw her across the Bronze, sending her crashing into a wall.
He turned his attention back to the fledging he had been beating, grabbing him by the back of his collar as he tried to run. Comically pulling him back, he slapped him twice before intentionally releasing him. The fledge threw a punch only for it be grabbed. He howled as Spike twisted his arm before knee him in the gut.
As Spike wrapped an arm around the vampire's neck, he looked up in time to see the female make a dash for the doors.
"We've got a runner, Slayer!" Buffy followed his gaze and broke into a sprint after her.
"I've got her!" She called back, leaping across three tables before tearing through the doors after the fleeing demon. With growling huff, Spike tensed his arm and then yanked the fledging's head to the right. With a crunch, the boy went limp and crumpled into dust. Spike braced his hands on his knees, taking a breath and looking up to see the Scoobies. He gave them a salute with a smirk as he saw the anger on Angel's face.
Meanwhile, Buffy tore out of the door and turned down the alley to race after the fleeing vampire. The woman looked back, gasping in fear at the sight of the Slayer and proceeded to pull various objects down to try and block her path. Buffy simply ploughed through them, focused entirely on her target. In desperation, the vampire pulled a large wheelie bin out from its place so it blocked the alley, causing her to stumble and fall for a moment.
Buffy, with a casual elegance, jumped towards and vaulted off the wall with one leg. Clearing the bin, she tucked and rolled back onto her feet and easily caught to her quarry. Grabbing the vampire by the hair, she ducked the wild backhand and jabbed her in the side. Delivering a kick to the jaw with the pointed toe of her boot, she seized her by the throat and threw her into the wall.
As her prey slumped, Buffy grabbed a metal pole from the side of the alley. The fallen creature looked just in time to scream as the Slayer swung the makeshift weapon with all her strength. There was a loud devastating crack as the vampire's skull caved in and shattered, leading to a particularly violent dusting. The triumphant Slayer tossed the pole to the side and it clattered to the ground.
Buffy glanced around, making sure there were no other surprises before turning and heading back towards the Bronze to regroup with Spike.
And deal with the fallout of her return.
…
Spike took hold of the stake Buffy had pinned to the wall with her throw and yanked it out. Spinning it in his hand, he turned in time to have Angel slam him against the wall. He grunted but then gave a cocky smirk at his grandsire.
"'Ello Peaches, fancy seeing you here." Angel just slammed him again. "Oi! That's a bit bloody rude." He mocked.
"Shut up, Spike! What the hell are you doing?" Angel snarled. Spike rolled his eyes.
"Dusting some vamps with a death wish. What? Weren't you watching what happened in the past ten minutes."
"You know what I'm talking about! What the hell are you doing with Buffy?!" Angel yelled.
"I second that!" Xander called from his shoulder. "What are you doing with Buffy, Bleached Boy?" Spike scoffed. Willow rolled her eyes as Tara shook her head. Giles, for his part, glared contemptuously at the boy.
"Watching her back, it's what I do these days." At those words, Angel tightened his grip around his collar and Spike grunted again. Giles watched the interaction with interest. Spike made no move to fight, he simply took it and for some reason, the Watcher could respect that. Of course, with what he knew of Spike, the passivity would not last long. And sure enough…
"Yeah right, sing me another, boyo!" The older vampire sneered. "Why would she want you watching her back? Why would she need you to?!" Tired of being pressed against the wall that was digging into his back, Spike grabbed Angel's shoulders and head butted him hard. The two of them groaned, clutching their head's though Spike recovered much quicker.
"She doesn't need me to watch her back…" Spike said, brushing his hand across his forehead just in case he was bleeding.
"Damn right, she needs to dust you instead!" Xander snapped causing the bleached blonde to flip him the bird.
"But I do it anyway," Spike continued as if there had been no interruption, "'cause if I don't who will?" He shrugged, circling Angel as the rest of the Scoobies watched. "The Slayer makes her own decisions, Liam, not you or anyone else."
"Yeah, but that doesn't exactly explain why she would need you around!" Angel scowled. "So again, why would she…"
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Buffy's voice asked. All eyes, except for Spike who continued to glare at Angel, turned to the door as the young woman in question re-entered the Bronze. Angel straightened up as Willow beamed at her best friend. Tara also looked pleased to see her but Xander looked flabbergasted as she approached Spike and placed her hand on his back. "You okay?" He nodded to her.
"Just fine, pet." With a smile, she looked up to meet Angel's enraged eyes with her own calm expression. She did not flinch or even blink under his angry gaze, baring the full force of it with such cool certainty. Giles observed the girl he had trained for the past few years with amazed eyes.
I have known you since you came to Sunnydale, Buffy. But I barely recognize you. The look in your eye has changed and you're clearly stronger than you ever have been. But that's not it, it's your attitude, it's so different. You're so… confident.
A slow, proud smile formed on the former Watcher's face as he took in his Slayer. She had grown into her role and was at ease. He flicked his eyes over to Spike and guessed that the vampire had something to do with it. He felt his gratitude towards the vampire rise: not only for keeping her safe but for helping reach the peak she had attained. He fought down the instinctive urge to ask the same questions that Xander and Angel were about to start spewing, wanting to see how this played out.
"Buffy, what are you doing with Undead Jr?" Xander demanded. Willow stared at him in shock at that question. Really? That was the first thing he asked? She had never thought he was that callous.
"'Hi, Buffy, I'm glad you're okay, where have you been for the past two months?'" Buffy recited, mockingly hands on hips. Spike snorted as she glared at the whelp. "Really, Xander? That's your first question after I was kidnapped two months ago?" Xander spluttered
"Well, I'm glad you're okay, Buff. But…seriously, you show up with Spike and not expect me to ask what the hell you're doing?" He cringed under the weight of the glare she gave him.
"In a word, yes." She shot back. Her attention moved away from him when Angel cleared his throat.
"I think it's a fair question." Angel growled. She gazed up at him with contempt and he faltered at that. Never had she looked at him like that, not even when he had reverted to Angelus. There was always an air of caution, but never contempt. Changing his tactics, Angel switched on the wounded puppy eyes that had worked so often in the past. "Buffy, we're just…"
"Don't start; I'm not in the mood tonight. I really just want to go home and have a hot bath." Buffy cut him off. "Giles, do you still have the Magic Shop?" he nodded and she gave him a warm smile. "Guys, I know you have a lot of questions, but now isn't the time…"
"Now is the perfect time!" Xander shouted, storming forward. He could not believe Buffy's attitude at the moment. "Why…?"
"Of course, Buffy," Giles interrupted him, stepping forward, "when would be best?" She smiled again at him.
"Tomorrow evening? At the magic shop?" He nodded. He reached forward and touched her cheek. She leaned into his palm and he gave her a fatherly look.
"Of course, we will see you then." He looked up at the vampire hovering behind her. "Spike." He greeted respectfully.
"Rupert." Spike returned. Stepping back, Giles observed as Buffy turned to Spike and nodded to him. The pair began to make their way out of the Bronze, the Scoobies watching them. Buffy turned and gave a small wave before they ducked out the door.
As soon as they were gone, Angel whirled on the former Watcher.
"What was that?" He demanded, Giles looked at him coldly as Xander chimed in, almost whining.
"G-man, why're you letting her leave with…?"
"I'm not letting her do anything." Giles interjected icily before they could go on. He fixed them with a hard stare. "Are you two wilfully ignorant or do you just live in your own little worlds?" They struggled to answer and he went on. "Did you not see anything apart from her being with Spike?"
"I think that's all I could see." Xander complained. Giles ignored him as Angel glowered.
"Whether you saw it or not, Buffy has changed a great deal. And not just in regards to her relationship with Spike." He went on, daring Angel to interrupt him which the vampire did not. "She has grown, as a woman and as a Slayer. I doubt I could tell her to do anything anymore." He gave a self-deprecating smile at that. "Even though, I never could tell her what to do in the past."
"All I see is Buffy making a mistake by letting that idiot into her life." Angel answered.
"Wow, now I realise why Buffy only wanted to tell me, her mum and Giles." Willow said quietly, but not quietly enough. When Xander whipped around with an accusing look, as did Angel, she flinched as she realised she had just let the cat of the bag.
"You knew already?" Xander squeaked. "You knew and didn't tell me?!" She huffed, not seeing the point in hiding it.
"Considering your reaction, Alexander Harris, can you tell me why I should have told you?" He glared at her and then back at Giles.
"You can't tell me you actually like the idea of her and Spike…"
"I sincerely doubt whether I like or dislike the idea matters to Buffy anymore," Giles answered, testily. He was growing tired of the boy's complaining and now simply wanted to go home and have a stiff drink to ease his growing headache. "She has obviously decided to make her decision, regardless of our input. I strongly suggest that you forgo any further questioning of her relationship choices, Xander." The boy huffed.
"Everyone here is insane." Giles pursed his lips, resisting the impulse to slap the boy upside the head before he turned to see Angel grabbing his jacket from the chair.
"What do you think you are doing?" He demanded, the vampire growled at him as he slung on his coat.
"I am going to talk sense into her."
"Have you not heard a bloody word I just said?" Giles exclaimed. He was really starting question just how much Angel saw beyond his own warped view of his place in Buffy's life.
"She is clearly not in her right mind." Angel said stiffly. It was the only explanation he would accept. The Buffy he knew would never have let Spike in her life the way this one had. "Someone needs to set her straight."
"I would strongly suggest you reconsider that course of action, Angel." The Scoobies all froze at Giles's tone. It was cold and lethal, simply dripping with Ripper as he stared at the soulful vampire with a calm and calculating glare. Even Angel hesitated for a moment before shrugging.
"If you're not going to make her see reason, I will." He turned and stalked away. "It's for her own good." Giles clenched his fist in quiet fury as he turned to Xander, daring him to agree with the now absent vampire. The boy, for the first time ever, wisely remained silent
…
Buffy sighed in contentment as she cuddled against Spike's chest as they lounged in the hot bath he had drawn for them when they had reached their apartment. She had not been kidding when she said she wanted a hot bath and Spike had been more than happy to oblige. They had washed each other, innocently enough despite his very obvious reaction to her nudity and were now simply wrapped around each other.
Whilst Joyce had thought her daughter would come to live with her again, Buffy had explained gently that she would be living with Spike in his rather classy apartment that he had brought just before they had returned to Sunnydale. He had obviously been preparing for their return for some time. Joyce had been disappointed but had brightened up when Buffy had insisted that she would come over every other day to see her and that they could have lunch. Her mother had stressed on her bringing Spike one day, so she could thank him personally.
Buffy drew circles on his chest as the steam rose around and he stroked her damp hair.
"Went well tonight didn't it, heart?" He said. She nodded, snuggling closer and draping a leg over him, the water sloshing out of the tub as she moved.
"Yeah, Giles surprised me. Didn't expect him to be so…accepting of it. He'll probably ne asking loads of questions tomorrow though." She sighed again, this time in disappointment. "Have to say though, Xander and Angel were kind of a downer." Spike snorted.
"The whelp's an idiot." She giggled into his chest. "And old grandsire can go fuck himself for all I care." She lifted his head up to look at him.
"Couldn't agree more, honey." She said. "But still, kinda hard to believe his first question was 'what the hell?' instead of 'how're you doing?'" She frowned in annoyance. "Some friend he is."
"Hey now, you still got Red and Glinda. Don't need anyone else with them in your corner" He pointed out. She smiled. He could always find a way to cheer her up.
"Yeah, that I do." She leaned down and took his lips. The kiss quickly escalated. He groaned, cupping her face with one hand as the other slid down to squeeze her ass. She mewled into his mouth, her own hand sliding down to his cock.
Just as her fingers wrapped around him and began to stroke, there was a loud knock on the door.
"Oh wow, really?" Buffy complained, her hand releasing him in annoyance.
"Yeah, and I think I know who it is." Spike snarled, standing from the bath. His nose and ears had already told him who was at the door and he was not happy. Buffy gave a throaty moan at the sight of his erection and he smirked at her. Quickly drying off, he slipped on his jeans as Buffy turned over in the bath, lounging back seductively. "You stay here and relax, pet, I'll get it." He grunted as there was another louder knock.
"Don't be long." She breathed, saucily. He winked and exited the bathroom heading for the door to the apartment. He reached it and looked through the peep hole. He thumped his head against the wood when he saw who it was. He knew it. Undoing the lock he yanked the door open, making sure to stay within the apartment.
"What do you want now, Peaches?" He asked, exasperated. "Don't need you skulking around here, so piss off would you?" Angel's eyes gleamed amber for a moment as he obviously smelled Buffy in the apartment. He tried to enter, but the invisible barrier stopped him. Spike was more than relieved that he had brought the apartment in Buffy's name.
"Where's Buffy?" He demanded, Spike rolled his eyes
"Having a bath, like she said she was gonna." He drawled. "Now, will that be all?" The double meaning was not lost on Angel. He could see the water clinging to Spike's skin and his half-dressed state meant that he too had been enjoying a dip with the Slayer.
"I want to talk to her." Angel growled, leaning against the door frame.
"I don't think so." Spike answered, his body coiling. Oh he was more than ready to fight his grandsire now. He was ruining a perfectly good snuggle that would have become more.
"What? Afraid I'll make her see how foolish it is for her to be around you?" The older vampire taunted.
"You really are a piece of work, you know that?" Spike snarled. "You leave her alone, break her heart and just expect her to be waiting for you when you decide to come back?" he shook his head. "You are a sick bastard, Liam, even with your fancy soul."
"She needs a chance at a normal life, something she won't ever get with you around." The elder vampire sneered. He had always disliked William's rebelliousness and just once, would have liked him to obey his words. He was the head of the family after all. "So do the first decent thing in your life, Willy," Spike bristled at the hated nickname, "and walk away. She is…"
"She is a Slayer and has decided normal is highly overrated." Angel eyes snapped to Buffy who was now clad in a white flurry robe that fell to her knees. Her damp hair was tied in a ponytail as she padded over and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Spike, hands on hips. "Is there a reason you're ruining our evening, Angel? Or you just here because you've got nothing better to do?" Angel stiffened as Spike smirked.
"Your evening? Buffy, what the hell are you thinking?" He inquired. "You're spending time with…this?" He waved to the bleached blonde vampire, who stood back and let Buffy handle the situation.
"I'm thinking I was enjoying a nice bath before you rudely interrupted us," she answered flippantly, "so do us a bloody favour and go away please?" Angel gaped at her as Spike snorted at her use of his language. "As for spending time with Spike, yeah I am. Why? He's fun to be around and he gets me in a way you never did."
"It's a game, Buffy." Angel snapped, furious that she was not seeing his way. "He's luring you in so he can snag his third Slayer."
"You're the one who plays games, Angel." She answered, smoothly. It was strange how Angel's true colours were suddenly on full display. He and Angelus actually had more in common than he dared to admit. "Spike, he's all about the rush. If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it when I was helpless." Spike smiled as she continued to stare down Angel, who was obviously fighting back his demon. The best part of it was that she meant every word.
"You actually trust him?" Angel sneered, his disgust apparent. He hated that Buffy was not seeing his side, not doing as he said. She was supposed to have a normal life, not taint it with vampires like Spike. Or at least, wait for him to come back.
"With my life." She answered without hesitation. She held back on the others she wanted to say, knowing it would just set him off.
"Then you're an idiot."
"All right, sod this!" Before either of them could react, Spike lashed out and punched Angel full force across the face. The souled vampire howled his jaw snapping as he flew against the wall and crumpled to the floor. He raised his hand to his rapidly bruising face, staring at Spike in shock whose deep blue eyes had shifted to amber, but his demon remained in check.
Buffy looked equally surprised at that, but she felt her body tingle due to the fact Spike was willing to defend her. And her libido had started raging at the sight of his protective side, causing her thighs to rub together
"You're a piece of fucking work!" Spike growled, staying within the apartment, but keeping his eye on the still crumpled form of Angel. "You abandon her nearly a year ago, break her heart and leave her to pick up the pieces. And after you do all that, you've got the nerve to come back to her town and question her decisions while making her out to be an idiot because she hasn't conformed to your view of the world." Spike shook his head harshly, as Angel staggered to his feet. "I put up with a lot from you, Angel," he continued mockingly, "I stood by why you and Drusilla had your fun, but I will not stand by and let you call Buffy 'an idiot' because she's seen through your smoke and mirrors." He rolled his shoulders, the older vampire unable to respond due to his broken jaw. "Get lost, Liam, sod off before I make you someone's hay fever." Angel glanced at Buffy who said nothing before turning and stalking away. Spike huffed and slammed the door.
"That was hot," he turned to Buffy who was gazing at him with smouldering eyes. He chuckled as he turned to her fully.
"Really?"
"Uh huh." As she spoke, she untied her robe and slid off her shoulders to the floor. Gloriously naked, she gave him a sultry smirk as he approached her, his eyes dark and lustful. Buffy squealed with laughter as he suddenly picked her up, hitching her legs around his waist. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, Spike pulling the hair band from her hair and let her blonde waves fall about her shoulders.
Buffy gasped as he laid her on the couch, his mouth finding her throat. She sighed dreamily, as she reached down and unzipped his jeans. Using her feet, she pushed them down far enough for his cock to spring free. She giggled, lustfully as Spike captured her mouth again.
"It's a good thing Angel left when he did." She moaned as he nipped her neck and she responded by nibbling his earlobe.
"For him or for us?" Spike asked. Before Buffy could respond, he had parted her folds and pushed deep inside her, drawing out a particularly loud moan for her and causing her back to arch. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as he started a series of sharp but deep thrusts.
"Both." She gasped, before letting out a throaty laugh as Spike plunged into her.
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