There was something strangely familiar about all this. Maybe because it happened twenty times a week? Maybe because she had made this walk down her beloved hall innumerable times in the past five years? So what if a vampire was tracking her long walk, so what if the bedsheet were different, the men weren't. She was betwixt and between. What had that professor called it? Oh yes, liminal space. The time between. Neither this one's nor that one's but neither was she no one's. A no thing caught betwixt and between being no one's and someone's -- for five years.
Lukas sat at the foot of the bed. She could almost believe that he really was a dog.
Sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, Spike lifted his head as she stood in the door. "Come straight from Angelus' bed, then, have you?"
"You wanted me."
Crooking his finger, he beckoned her closer. Fingering the smooth satin material, "Gone back to scarlet, has he?" She didn't answer. This time wasn't for her. It never was. Tomorrow, when she made the journey back, it wouldn't be for her either.
Spike buried his face in her satin covered belly, giving despite all expectations. "Come to bed, Love." But, shedding the expanse of satin for his body, she knew he didn't mean this either.
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