A/N: See chapter one for disclaimer, rating, and notes. For those of you wondering if there was a reason behind the easy pairings in the last chapter, relax. There's an explanation, although it's quite a few chapters down the road.

Title: More Foo Fighters…. 'Everlong' belongs to them, not me.

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I could feel her warmth beside me, and I was again grateful for last night. Regardless of what came of it, if anything, I knew I loved her, had always loved her. Friend or lover, I didn't really care. Last night had been just, I don't know, long over-due.

My free hand traced the soft curves of her sleeping body as she lay next to me, still amazed by the night before. I have to admit, I felt a little jealous of her previous lovers, but that green seed died almost as soon as it was planted. It really didn't matter to me. I had a piece of her now, and I could treasure that forever. My hand slowed as it rested on the slight curve of her hips, her slight murmur of pleasure filling me with an emotion that I had always held for this woman.

"Morning," she said, her eyes still closed as she kissed the shoulder she rested upon.

"Morning, Wills," I replied, my face lit by a warm smile.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, no trace of the confusion I had feared to see. I guess I should have known, really. She wanted last night as much as I had. As hurt as we both had been, we deserved it, I guess. No, I knew it was something that would be good for the both of us.

"Guess we should get dressed," she said softly, stretching against me. The slow seductive smile that spread across her face was no doubt caused my what she felt growing between us. And I'm wondering if I was talking about the physical response of flesh or what was in our hearts. Damn, when the hell did I get so eloquent, even if just in my thoughts?

"Down boy," she said teasingly as she got up and began pulling her cloths on. "I'll start breakfast, 'kay?"

"Sure," I said, somehow unhurt by her words. I know she's just teasing me, and have a feeling this isn't over, not buy a long shot. Rolling off the couch, I began looking for my own cloths, which actually ended up in a semi-pile close to hers.

"Xander," she said when we were both close to decent, "Do you, regret, last night?"

"Wills," I said, cupping her chin and kissing her gently. "You know I don't. We'll work this out later, when we're alone."

Her smile was immediate and warmed my heart. I felt like my old self, but at the same time, a new man.

* * * * *

"Blood hell," his voice drifted to me across the dream. "I love you so much."

The cool feel of his lips on mine brought me awake, and I don't really remember feeling so peaceful, so safe, in a long time. I can feel him beside me, in my head and my heart. I just wish I could tell him.

My eyes opened to the sight of him, his hair disheveled and eyes soft with love. I couldn't help the slow, seductive smile that graced my lips at that vision. And his trademark smirk, less cocky and warmer, filled my body with a slow heat. Must be Spike's Smirk, version 9.9B. The 'Buffy only' version.

I continued to smile as I urged him over me, my warm thoughts turning into fire as he slide gently, completely, into me. My legs, wrapped around his waist, brought him closer deeper. I wanted all of him. But then again, I had that already, didn't I?

"Spi…Spike," I pant as he continues his slow thrusts, "Don't stop…"

He kissed me, our lips and tongues meeting in something much gentler than any time before. His hands, so cool and deft, traced every part of my body. I could only hold onto him as hard as I could, urging him to go faster. He never did.

It happened so slowly, it felt like dying. Only, instead of the cold emptiness, it was heat and him. Only him. With every thrust, a piece of my confusion died. With every whisper of my name, a part of my doubt disappeared. And when we both finished, panting, I came the closest to expressing my feelings to him. One day I would tell him. I just hoped he understood I needed some time.

"Only you," I whispered as he lay panting, his weight feeling so right over and inside me. "Only you."

"I know, luv," he said, his voice soft against my throat as he kissed me gently. Drifting back to sleep, I never saw the single tear in escape his eye.

* * * * *

I lay beside him, more at peace with myself since I was a young girl. He was strong when I wanted him to be, gentle and caring when I needed him to be. I'm not much into praying or thanking anyone, but in his arms I thanked and prayed everyone and everything that brought me too him. The profound change I felt when he kissed me as we lay spent still rocked through my soul. I guess I do have one of those, and it remembers how to feel.

I couldn't see the concern on my face when he murmured in his sleep, but I felt it in the pit of my stomach. I murmured soothing words to him and tried to calm him. His eyes, though closed, moved incessantly.

I leaned over him and kissed him, nearly jumping out of the small bed when one hand held the nape of my neck. The kiss deepened, and I felt him grow hard against my belly. Without words, without a second thought, my hand guided him to me. I lowered myself onto him, and began to ride him.

Within moments, I was crying his name, over and over again, as he gripped my bucking hips and thrust upward as he came. I rode the waves of my orgasm as he held me, trying not to let me fall. In a way, it was too late. I had already fallen, hard and fast. I'm pretty sure I'm enjoying every moment of it, despite everything.