"So, Dawn," Angel leaned back in his chair with a smile, "it's nice to see that you wanted to come back. You belong here, you know what you're doing, and I'm not just saying that because you're Buffy's sister." Dawn smiled at the praise. "And I'm sure that everyone will be happy to know that you're coming back. I know Wesley was when I called him this morning about us having this meeting."

"Well I'd like to thank you again for letting me come back. I know it's kind of a pain, the back and forth."

Angel shook his head, "Not a problem. Now, since you're coming back for good, or at least a more permanent term, I want to make sure you have everything you need. Do you need a car or an apartment?"

"I have a car, but my apartment is way on the other side of town. It was rough getting here every morning from that far away."

"Well, we can do whatever you're comfortable with. We can set you up with one here or in an apartment building that's closer. Fred's in a penthouse just one block over. I'm sure we can find you something." Angel waited a moment before adding, "That is, unless you want to move in with Spike?" he asked uncomfortably.

Dawn shook her head, "No, I definitely want my own place for right now, but it might be better for me if I had an apartment here with you guys."

Angel nodded, "Alright we can do that. Now Spike had said something about making sure whatever you chose was fitted with a stripper pole? I'm assuming he was joking."

"No I think he was serious, but don't worry. I can put in my own stripper pole. Besides it's all about where you put it, and I'd want to make sure it was put in the right place."

"O-okaay," he responded uneasy, now even more uncomfortable than before.

"So are we all set, or is there something else?" Angel shook his head no, afraid to ask any more questions. "Ok then, I'm gonna go to my office and see Wesley." Dawn grabbed her stuff and headed out. Angel nodded watching her walk out. He hadn't been sure if she was joking about the stripper pole either. Maybe they were playing a joke on him.

"Hey, Wes?" Dawn asked entering the research department with her box of items she had taken with her when she left. Wesley came out of his office to see her walking in.

"Dawn! It's nice to see you back." He hugged her quickly, "I'm sure you'll find your office the way you left it two weeks ago. I'll give you some time to get back into the swing of things, just let me know when you're ready."

"Thanks, Wes, but I can start full force now, no training wheels necessary?"

"Great. Then I have a pile a work that's been building up this last week that I could use your help with. I'm sure the three reports that I need this week shouldn't be too much for you."

Dawn cringed, "Ok, maybe little training wheels."

"As I had assumed then, don't worry. I wasn't planning on working you that hard." A little sigh escaped her as she went into her office. She picked up her phone immediately, calling Fred to set up a lunch date for them that week. She had missed her, and was taking full advantage of having a celebratory lunch.

Spike walked into his office, reading some notes from a meeting earlier. Looking up, something caught his eye. Sitting in the middle of his desk with a card was a basket. He frowned, wondering how it got there and assuming that it had been delivered to the wrong office. He shook his head in annoyance, now he was going to have to figure out who it went to and where to take it. "Stupid delivery boys, the names are on the soddin' doors!" he grumbled.

Getting a closer look he realized that there were different types of packaged blood situated inside the basket. "What's this, then? Otter, pig, cow," he kept looking through the assortment, including a box of Weatabix. Spike smiled knowing who was behind this, as he picked up the card to read it: To: Spike

Thanks for everything!

Love, Dawn

He put the card down and turned at the sound of someone behind him. "If you know the right people, you can get a blood basket." Dawn smiled, entering his office.

"Apparently." He leaned against his desk watching her as she sat down. "So I take it you're all settled back in?"

"Yeah, I talked to Angel earlier and Wesley has gotten me all caught up. I'm also going to have an apartment upstairs too."

Spike's face fell a bit at that. "You don't want to share with me?"

She smirked, "Don't get me wrong, it's tempting, but I think I need to have my own place. Besides I'll be right down the hall." He nodded wistfully, remembering that there were still things she needed to work on.

"Yeah, I know. It's alright, luv." He gave her an understanding smile. Spike decided to change the subject, "So did you have something for me or were you just stopping by?"

"Nope, just stopping by, thought I'd say hi and to make sure you got your basket." She got up, closing the space between them, sliding her hands up his chest. She leaned, kissing him gently. Spike raised his eyes brows at her actions, responding in kind by wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing her against him. "You know your door is open, right?" she asked as she felt him hike up her skirt.

"Well whose fault is that? You were the last one through it." He kissed her again, trying to draw her attention away from it, unfortunately to no avail. She pulled back, slowly losing their embrace.

"I have to go back to work anyway," she countered.

"Oh, c'mon, I'll go shut the door, just don't leave me like this," he begged, tugging at her, "You look terribly fetching in those clothes and you're driving me crazy." He looked her over her while pawing at her a little more, and pressed his hardening member against her lower body.

"I promise we'll continue this later after work. Right down the hall, remember?" She attempted to remind him, but the things he was doing to her were causing her to change her mind.

"I don't think I can wait that long." Spike pulled away from her, rushing to the door, locking and closing it with a slam. Returning to her he said with a cheeky grin, "Besides, I always wanted to do this." He moved her aside, swiping his arm across the top of his desk. Pens, files and papers flew everywhere as he set Dawn on top instead, leaning over her and kissing her deeply. Dawn's fingers went to work on his shirt buttons, pulling the tails lose as she did.

Spike hiked her skirt up further revealing her thong. Grabbing her thighs, he yanked her to the edge of the desk, pressing himself against her, gaining some friction between the two of them. Dawn sat up and went for his belt, releasing him from the confines of his pants. Spike tipped her backwards, lifting up her legs and removing her underwear. Running his fingers over her sex and massaging lightly, he could tell she was ready for him, which gave him little restraint to wait much longer.

Positioning himself, he slid into her in one quick motion, gripping her hips. Spike continued thrusting, as Dawn started to moan and move along with him. She tightened up around him as the pressure built up bringing her closer to the edge. She grabbed at his arms to help steady herself as she began to shake. Spike thrust one last time, reaching his release after watching her writhe beneath him. He fell over her, kissing her forehead, cheeks and lips. He smiled down at her, her breath coming out in pants.

"Was it what you expected?" Dawn asked, sitting up and looking around for her underwear.

Spike put his clothes back together, "No, it was definitely better." He smirked at her, catching her chin and capturing her lips for one last kiss. "You can use my restroom to freshen up, luv," he nodded to the door in the corner.

Dawn came back out a few minutes later, everything back in order. "I'm sure Wesley is wondering where I'm at." She walked up behind Spike who was sitting in his chair at his desk. Dawn rubbed his shoulders as she leaned down to whisper in his ear, her hands moving to his chest. "I'll see you later, Spike."

He caressed her hands, before she pulled away. Watching her walk out of the office, it occurred to him that while this was a great arrangement, it was no doubt going to be a major distraction for him.

Unfortunately, as much as Angel was going to regret it in the end, Spike was going to enjoy every minute of it.

YAY! It's finally finished. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed, made this one of your favorites, or just waited with as much patients for me as possible for the end. I apologize once again for that. I hope you all enjoyed it and that it inspires you to write more Spawn, because I love reading it to!