Part 15: Morning Glory

Woo! Cliffhanger over! *wipes sweat off brow* I was ready to go into hiding, so many people wanted to chop me off at the knees for that last chap. But here it is, safe and sound. I've also gotten through chapter 17 and am a chunk into 18! So woot! MLIT will be next however, so watch for that! Ten millions thankies to Magz for being the best beta ever!

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"Buffy…" Spike whispered as her mouth came down to lightly caress his. So light that he couldn't even feel her mouth and wondered if she was even kissing him. To prove that she was, she let her tongue drift out of her mouth and skim his lips gently, wetting them.

Spike kissed back tentatively, not knowing what was going through her head. He didn't want this to turn out to be a momentary lapse of sanity on her part because it certainly wasn't for him. This is what he had wanted since the very moment he had met her. When she rested her body on her elbows and threaded her fingers through his hair to pull his head closer he threw away any worries he had and kissed her back wholeheartedly.

Buffy gave herself up to him and pushed away any outside thoughts, ideas or sounds just so she could enjoy herself, for however long this would last. A nagging doubt in the back of her mind remained. What would he say to her when he decided he liked her better as a close friend, as they'd been for the past week? She closed her mind off to the doubt. Spike was kissing her, and she didn't care about anything else.

Spike groaned into the kiss and rolled them over so he was lying over her and able to look down at her. They broke away from each other and just looked into each other's eyes, before he touched his forehead to hers. Buffy slowly ran her hands up and down his back, loving the feel of him over her, his muscled back flexing softly. She found the edge of his t-shirt and slipped her hands underneath when he didn't pull away. He kept his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes until her nails lightly scraped up each of his sides, drawing a shudder from him as he jumped slightly.

"Hey now," he rasped. "Don't get any ideas."

Buffy's eyes twinkled back at him. "Me?" she asked, smiling innocently. "Get ideas?"

"Right. I'm sure you don't have some evil plan cooked up in there." Spike smiled down at her and tapped her forehead gently. He dragged his fingertip down over her nose to her lips, which he traced absently, before kissing individually – the top first, then the bottom. Buffy was rendered breathless from his touch, as soft and delicate as it was.

"I'm always innocent." She whispered, drawing his face back to hers.

Spike smiled against her mouth, amazed by this creature in bed with him. She was sexy, forward and had thrown her inhibitions to the wind, at least for now, but he could worry about that later. After the kissing.

Buffy let her hands slip out from under his shirt and grip the edge. Before he knew what was happening she had pulled away from him and stripped the t-shirt off him allowing her unrestricted access to his muscular upper body. She rolled them so she could lay over him, and caught Spike off guard again. He didn't protest though, instead he enjoyed her taking the lead.

She smiled to herself as she splayed her hands over his chest, feeling his heart pounding under one and raw heat underneath both. Spike made no move to hide his skin from her, or to disguise his hard breathing and pounding heart. Soon she would feel the biggest evidence of his desire, and he wasn't one to deny the obvious.

Buffy began to kiss her way down his smooth chest. She began at his neck, across his collarbones, down his pecs to one nipple that she caught between her teeth. His breath quickened and he moaned a little as her tongue moved over the rapidly hardening nub. She let it go and grinned at him, before returning her attention to the nipple. She blew on it to cool it where she had licked it before biting it again, drawing another moan from him. Spike's arms wrapped around her and dragged her up his body once more, intent on ending her torture of him.

"Someone's got a weak spot," she murmured against his lips, still grinning.

"And someone's got an amazing mouth," Spike replied before engaging her lips in another kiss, this one soft and drawn out. When they pulled away from each other Buffy rested her forehead against his again and closed her eyes, wondering how this could feel so right after all of her hesitations and denials and talks with him about professionalism and friendship.

"Buffy?" Spike asked, wrapping his arms around her slim waist. Their legs tangled beneath the throw, which had wound its way around both of them.

"What are we doing Spike?" she asked, lifting her head to look him in the eye.

"We're sayin' good morning," he replied.

Buffy laughed. "Okay, just how many people do you say good morning to this way? And why aren't you this…" Buffy searched for a word to explain his amorous early-in-the-morning actions when she felt how active he was as she shifted on him. "…awake, shall we say, everyday?"

"First of all, I say good morning to everyone. It's just that they get the lip service whereas you get the lip," he kissed his way down her neck lightly, drawing giggles from her. "The tongue," he licked his way back up her neck to her earlobe. "And the teeth service," he finished, nipping gently back down her neck to her collarbone, which left her shivering. "And secondly, I'm 'awake' as you put it now and not most normal mornings because on those mornings I don't wake up next to and get attacked by a beautiful, sexy nymph who wants to tear my clothes off."

"I didn't attack you! I didn't rip any clothes off you either!" Buffy exclaimed. Spike looked down at his naked chest pointedly, causing Buffy to blush. "Okay… maybe a little with the ripping. But I didn't attack you! If anything the attacking was mutual!" She giggled, tickling him in the side. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away from their bodies so she was sprawled on his chest. He leaned up to kiss her when she pulled away again and looked at him.

"Wha'?" he asked, his lips pursed and ready to kiss.

"You think I'm beautiful?" she asked, his comment replaying in her mind.

He shrugged as if it were obvious. "And sexy to boot, don't forget. Don't you look yourself in the mirror every morning and say 'I'm beautiful and a sexy bitch'?"

"Um, not usually. Do you?" she asked.

"Course. Got to keep the self esteem up," he replied.

She laughed. "You're such a dork." She pulled her hands from his, then framed his face with them, her thumbs stroking his cheekbones. "This is nice."

"So, you were here with me?"

"I was," Buffy replied.

"So," he started again, covering her hands with his. "What does this mean?"

"I don't know. Does it have to mean something?" She asked.

"No, not right now. You're right. This is nice. Have to admit, been wondering how I could give it another go with you. After the whole being friend's thing you talked to me about and such. Which is fine! I really like being your friend, cause once I got to know you – "

"Spike," Buffy interjected. "Shut up." With that said, she covered his mouth with hers again. He groaned as her tongue slipped into his mouth again and he rolled them so he was lying over her once more. Buffy snaked an arm around his back to hold him close, as close as she had been wanting to for a while. Spike's mind soared with the realization that she was holding him tightly against her, initiating the kisses, making the moves. Sure, things could change later, but for now, he was helpless to her wiles.

Buffy's stomach let out a mighty gurgle then, jarring them both. Or maybe to her appetite, Spike thought with a smile.

"Sorry," she offered, looking genuinely contrite. "Guess it couldn't wait."

"That's right. We have a date for brunch." He was actually excited to say it even though there was nothing more he would've liked to do today than stay in bed with her. But, to be able to say the word 'date' without her rolling her eyes was worth it too.

"Come on." Buffy crawled out from underneath him and out of bed, tugging her nightie down to preserve some modesty. Spike took a couple deep breaths to will himself to relax, especially the more 'awake' part of him before rolling out after him. Buffy ran into the bathroom as Spike stretched, wondering how long it would take her to get prepared.

"Ready," Buffy chirped a minute later when she emerged, in pj bottoms and a t-shirt, blue hooded sweatshirt and her hair back in a baseball cap. Spike just gaped at her. Buffy shoved her cell phone in the pocket of her hoodie, then grabbed his hand and tugged him to the door. "Come on. Food is a'waiting!"

"We can't go yet!" Spike exclaimed, pulling her back. Buffy stared at him with her hands on her hips.

"And why not?"

Spike gestured to himself as if the answer were obvious. When Buffy shook her head at him, not understanding, he sighed. "I look like I just got out of bed, luv. My hair," he said dramatically, pointing at his head, "is awful."

Buffy rolled her eyes at him. "You're going to tell me that the Big Bad, the macho, beefy, strong manly man can't go to breakfast without having his hair done?"

"Well there might be people there. Can't have them seeing a music superstar all disheveled," Spike defended.

Buffy rolled her eyes at him. "Spike, wanna know something?"

"What?"

"It's very sexy. All messy like that. Which does remind you of getting out of bed, which reminds people of what one does in bed… could be a new look for you," Buffy told him.

"Don't think so luv. The only reason I'm doing this is because you might go all Xena on me if you don't get fed and watered," Spike teased, tugging on his t-shirt that he found in the bed.

"You make me sound like livestock!" Buffy grumbled.

Spike laughed and caught her by the waist as they walked out of the room. She tensed slightly and then relaxed into his arm, not knowing what to do now that they were out of bed, as if it had been a safe zone for them to do what they wanted.

Spike noticed her hesitation as he led her from the suite and wondered if she was regretting things. He understood why she had tensed though, he was as confused as she was. They'd hated each other at first sight, then fallen in like, and now… It was a lot to try to work through. He'd be damned if he would screw it up now, though. He didn't want to push her and end up ruining things, so she could make the calls. And he could only hope she made the right ones.

"You know," he said as they got on the elevator, "we could have ordered room service and had breakfast in bed to sate your hunger."

"Yeah, but what hunger would you be hoping to sate while in that bed, Mr. Giles?" Buffy teased.

"Dirty mind you have there, Summers!" he exclaimed.

"No worse than you, Mr. Innuendo." She poked him in the side lightly.

He laughed and then grew silent. "I want to kiss you," He whispered, scared she would say no.

She smiled shyly and wrapped her arms around his waist, offering her lips to him. He leaned down and kissed her gently, sweetly. When they broke apart, a tiny sigh of relief escaped him. He was happy that the spell that had fallen over them in her bed had not worn off.

"So," he began as they separated. "What is… this?" He gestured between the two of them.

Buffy thought for a second. "I'm not sure. I'm still – I have reservations, I guess. Not about you," she added quickly, seeing his gaze shift downward. "Just that I've been fighting this for so long, and now… here we are, doing what I have been telling myself is beyond wrong."

"So?" Spike wasn't sure what that last statement meant. Was what they now had, wrong in her eyes? Did it make her feel guilty?

"So, I don't think we can properly define this or say one way or another, what we expect. We haven't really had the most conventional relationship anyway, what with the high profile circumstances, and then the hating and the fighting and hitting and all that. All that I know is that when I woke up this morning I had the choice between getting out of there and stopping everything or staying and seeing what would happen. But I can't say that I'm sorry about that."

Spike nearly sagged against her with relief. "So we're… really good friends?" He smiled at her as Buffy laughed lightly and nodded.

"I think that's a safe estimate for right now. I don't think it's fair for either of us to put a label on this, one way or the other, and have expectations for things that may never happen… you know?"

"I think so. We just let this progress as it does and not worry about making grand gestures?" Spike asked. He understood her hesitation, even though it bothered him a little. He knew she was scared, he was too, but he couldn't help but wish for a more concrete promise. Hell, he'd even take a 'maybe someday' right now and be satisfied. But if this was what he got, he would take it willingly and gratefully.

"Yeah. That sounds good. And in the meantime, we're good friends." Buffy smiled up at him. He smiled back and reached for her hand, which he squeezed as the doors opened.

They walked to the dining room together, holding hands in silence, instead enjoying the unexpected turn of events and the lazy morning. They went through the buffet line together, giggling over the French toast for no reason at all before Spike led her to a table secluded by a couple potted trees so he could keep her all to himself.

"So, are you nervous about tomorrow?" Buffy asked after a few minutes of quiet while they ate. Spike looked thoughtful as he chewed and swallowed.

"Not nervous so much as unsure of what to do, or how to do it, or how to approach it. Filming love and actually making love are two very different things. I'm not so worried now about getting into bed with you, seeing as how I've already been there," he said, smirking at her. She rolled her eyes at him with a smile. "But it'll be harder with people watching. I'm a little scared that I won't be able to pull it off… that I'll freeze up."

"You're telling me that the great Romeo, Spike Giles, could freeze up in bed?" Buffy asked in mock disbelief. "Trust me, you will do great. You have this way about you. As if the very moment the cameras turn on you melt away and you're replaced by your character. It's remarkable, really. And you're right, it is different filming a love scene. It can be off-putting to fake passion, especially when you have to do it over and over, with people watching and interrupting all the time, but in another way it's easier because you can detach yourself from the situation and not worry about getting caught up in the moment."

"I don't know about that, luv. It doesn't matter if I'm in bed or not, I seem to get caught up in the moment a lot when I'm around you." Buffy blushed as he went on. "So you've done this before?"

"A couple times. I had a bit part in a movie and for Demon Hunter I had to do one or two." Buffy laughed at the scowl Spike got on his face at her response. "Let me assure you though, I don't just jump into bed with every co-star I have. Just one or two… or three."

"Yuk it up, luv." Spike frowned until Buffy reached over the table and squeezed his hand.

"I'm a little nervous about tomorrow, just so you know. Cause I've never done this with someone that I liked before. To tell you the truth, I don't think it will be hard for me to fake the passion with you. That's never been a problem," she confessed.

Spike felt his breath hitch in this throat as he looked at her. "That's one of the very best things you ever could have told me, Buffy. I feel the same way about you," he said softly, squeezing her hand back. They smiled at each other over their French toast breakfast, the air crackling between them. Just as Spike was prepared to stand up and sweep her off her feet with a mind-blowing kiss, fellow restaurant patrons be damned, Buffy's cell phone rang.

She shot him an apologetic look and grabbed her phone to answer it. "Hello? Willow! Long time no chat! Where have you been? … Sure, sure. Excuses, excuses. … I know. Yeah, I've kept busy." Buffy smiled at Spike at that statement. "Oh? That's odd. No, I'm not scared by it. It's just some weirdo with a strong interest in my movies and me. … Fine, bring them and let's take a look at them. When will you be in town? … Today? … Well, no. I was just planning on… doing stuff," Buffy looked at Spike who was laughing at her and becoming aroused at her choice of words. He nodded though and waved at her to make her plans. She smiled weakly at him and reached for his hand again. He squeezed it as she finished her call.

"So this afternoon? ... Just give me a shout before you get here so I know you're coming, okay? … Yeah, things are going… well between us…" Buffy blushed slightly, not looking at Spike, and he knew they were talking about him.

"Alright, see you later then." She ended the call and turned back to him with a frown. "I was looking forward to having a day with you."

"It's fine, luv. We're going to be all over each other tomorrow. She's your agent; you need to see her. Isn't she an old friend of yours too?" he assured her as they finished their breakfasts.

"My oldest and one of my dearest. Been there for me since grade school," she explained.

"Is she just comin' to check in with you, see what's going on?"

Buffy frowned again. "Not quite. The visit is all business, the seeing old friends thing is just a perk. Seems like I've been getting some wiggy fan letters so she wants me to see them so I can determine if we want to go to the cops. Which we don't. I'm so sure I have a stalker or something," Buffy chuckled but Spike regarded her seriously.

"Buffy you really shouldn't take this lightly. This could be the work of some deranged fan, who wants to get into your knickers. How many letters have there been?" He asked.

Buffy shrugged. "No idea. Guess I'll find out... but I'm sure it's just Willow overreacting. She does this sort of thing a lot."

"Please, at least try to take this seriously? I've had my share of strange fans. If they're harmless then the letters just go into a file at the police station for future reference, just in case. I keep a copy for my own files and we don't respond to them. They may be no threat most of the time but every once in a while there is the nutjob that slips through. Did you tell Willow about that guy at the club the night we performed?" he asked. From Buffy's guilty look he knew the answer. "Summers! Smarten up, would you?"

"What? He was just some guy wanting a date. It's okay." Truth was it all scared her and she didn't want to deal with it right now. She just wanted to burn the letters and forget about the guy from the club. She was sure there was nothing to worry about. There couldn't be. No one would stalk her.

"You're telling her about it, and that's it," Spike told her firmly. When Buffy tried to protest he shook his head and cut her off. "No! And that's final. Just say there was this guy who was wonky at the club, tell her his name and anything else you can remember. The letter person and this club guy might be one in the same. I just don't want to see you get hurt. Not just when I've found out what a great kisser you are."

Buffy gave him a small smile. "Alright. I'll tell her, twist my arm already." She leaned across the table and motioned for him to do the same, catching his mouth in a chaste kiss.

"Wills! It feels like it's been forever since we've seen each other!" Buffy exclaimed, to the petite redhead. Spike stood back after a quick introduction as they two girls hugged and chatted for a few minutes, not wanting to interfere.

"I'm sorry it's been awhile, especially since you're my most favorite client," Willow teased Buffy. "But this IS business. I've brought the letters for you to look at. I've talked to a few other people who have dealt with this sort of stuff and they all say this isn't something to be neglected."

"It isn't," Spike spoke up for the first time, both girls looking at him, surprised as they'd forgotten he was there. "And the letters aren't the only thing that's been going on."

Buffy gave Spike a murderous look but he just shrugged in response. "Sorry, luv. I'm not leaving this to chance."

"What's he talking about Buffy?" Willow asked. Buffy sighed and led the redhead over to the living room so they could talk. Willow sat in the armchair while Buffy and Spike sat in the loveseat. Together and close, Willow noted pleased. Then she turned back to business. "Well?"

"Okay. You know about a week back when Spike and I had to spend time together, and that Saturday I went to the club with him to watch his band perform?" Willow nodded. "Well later that night I was waiting for a cab outside the bar, Spike had run back in for something. I was waiting and some guy just came out of nowhere and asked me out, was saying weird stuff about Spike and how he wasn't any good and how I needed someone to treat me right. He was just really creepy. I was on the plane with him when I came out here to film the movie too. He had remembered me from there, saw me at the club and wanted to talk to me. He was odd, yes, but I doubt this is enough to call out the National Guard."

"I'd beg to differ, Buffy." Spike said seriously. He turned to Willow and addressed her instead. "This is the way these things start. A letter here, a weird visit there and all of a sudden you have a full-fledged wanker on your hands."

Willow nodded again in agreement. "I know. These letters are odd, Buffy. There are quite a few too, I really think we should do something about it." She opened her bag and pulled out a stack of envelopes the size of a tissue box and handed them over to the two blondes. Buffy's eyes widened when she saw how many there were.

"When did these all come? My god Willow, when I talked to you a couple weeks ago you said you'd only gotten a few!" Buffy exclaimed, opening one up. Spike took one as well and unfolded it.

"These have all just started coming in the past week or so. Up to five a day. Most have an LA postmark, but some are Iowa. I don't know if there are two people or what but they're getting increasingly vulgar and threatening. I don't like it." Willow told her. Buffy didn't respond, reading instead.

"This one isn't so bad," Buffy told her, referring to the letter she was holding. "They just sound like a fan."

"They're ordered from earliest to latest, top to bottom so the weirdest ones are on the bottom," Willow explained, her ordered nature coming out. Both Buffy and Spike pulled a new letter from near the bottom of the stack and started reading that instead.

Buffy's mouth dropped open as she started to read. "This person is perverted! And rude! I mean, sure, he loves me but THAT isn't cool. 'I want to take you far away from here and lock you up somewhere where I can look at you, smell you, fuck you until you can't stand and then you'll love me the way that I love you. I'll make you see how good it can be.' Wow. Issues, much?" Buffy tried to laugh it off but shuddered, obviously shaken.

"This one isn't any better, luv," Spike told her, more pale than usual. "This isn't your run of the mill fan mail, Buffy. This is serious stuff. You need to go to the police with these."

"I just can't get over this. I mean, this isn't a fan at all. They're just weird." Buffy threw her letter back on the pile and handed the whole stack back to Willow. "I can't read anymore. Tell the police and give them those. What can they do anyway?"

"They'll open a file, take any new ones we get and try to track this person down. They make some blatant threats in some of the letters so it's not a case where we can only wait and see. This person is unhinged." Willow shoved the letters back in her bag.

"Give her everything you know about that guy from the club too," Spike urged her. Buffy did so, trying to remember every little detail. She seriously doubted that it was him though, just because these letters were severely disturbed and the guy from the plane and the club was just a goof who liked her. Right?

"Ladies, I'd love to stay and do girl talk but I think it's best that I leave you alone," Spike told Buffy and Willow as he stood. He leaned down and kissed Buffy on the head. "I'll be in my room. It was nice to meet you Willow."

"Okay. I'll see you in a bit," she told him as he walked out of her suite.

As soon as the door closed, Willow squealed and launched herself over to the loveseat, eager for the entire scoop. "Well? What's going on?"

"We're… really good friends," Buffy laughed, giving her the answer they'd decided on that very morning.

"Buffy!" Willow groaned, hitting her friend lightly on the arm. "I'm you're really good friend but you don't see me kissing you, or the air between us being thick with sexual tension."

"We didn't kiss, Wills. It was a 'see you later' kiss. It wasn't even a kiss. It was a… a brush. And there's no sexual tension and there will be no cutting of it."

"Oh my god! You already slept with him! You tramp!" Willow yelled, bouncing in her seat. "Is he good? Is he big? Is he hot naked? Oh, what do I care? I'm gay. Spill!"

"Willow, I swear to you, I didn't sleep with him. We've just….come to an arrangement. A decision. A mutual understanding."

"Jesus Buffy, it's sex with a hot guy, not investing in high-yield bonds." Willow laughed. "Seriously, you guys are good?"

"Better than good. Stellar. Amazing. Hot. Fun. We're everything. He's nice and sweet and kind and talented and he makes me think on my feet. Hell, he knocks me off my feet. Literally, sometimes," Buffy gushed.

Willow laughed at her, happy to see her best friend so excited. "That's great, Buffy. It's about time something happened between the two of you. The way things have been building I expected someone to find you going at it in a random broom closet or else trying to kill each other with meat cleavers."

"Believe me, at times it's been a hard choice. He's incredible though. I'm glad this happened. I've been fighting this for so long and now that it's happened I think I've been – "

"Stupid? Insane? In denial?" Willow supplied.

"All of the above? We don't have a label for what we are and that's great. I don't want to define this. It's about time Buffy Summers got her head out of the sand and started living life, right?"

"Hear, hear!" Willow clapped. "Exactly. This is what I've been telling you Buffy. You've been kind of a prude lately. Just let this happen. And if it doesn't work, it doesn't. You had a great experience, right?"

"Right," Buffy replied but inside she wondered, But what if it DOES work? Can I let him go?

"So this is goodnight?" She asked as they walked to her room, hand in hand. They had just returned from dinner downstairs, having not left the hotel all day. Willow had stayed for a couple hours that afternoon and then Spike and Buffy talked out on his balcony, cuddling and sharing a kiss every now and then.

"I think so. We've had an… exciting day, wouldn't you say? And we'll be in bed together all day tomorrow, so sleeping apart wouldn't kill us for one night, would it?" he reasoned.

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't know. I'm coming to depend on you as my sleep-aid, you know. You're like my big, cuddly teddy bear to curl up with every night," she told him seriously.

He scowled at her. "For sayin' that, you don't get a goodnight kiss." He dropped her hand and started to walk away before she dragged him back, laughing.

"Big Bad teddy bear, how about that?" she asked him. He considered, and after some creative pouting on her part, he agreed. "Kiss please."

He obliged, happily before letting Buffy go reluctantly. She leaned against her door, watching Spike as he backed up towards his. They took out their keycards and swiped the locks at the same time.

"Night," Buffy called. Spike blew her a kiss in response. Both walked into their rooms with a sigh and looked at their beds with heavy hearts, thinking of the warm body on the other side of the wall.

She walked down the hallway to his room, unsure of how he would receive her. He had told her no but maybe he would reconsider? Maybe.

She knocked lightly, not sure if he would hear her. He did.

"What?" He snarled as he opened the door. She jumped back a little at his response and also at his attire. He was shirtless. Just jeans. With chest and no shirt and almost naked and …chest. She swallowed hard.

"I – I uh – " she stuttered.

"You what? You can't hear properly? I told you goodnight, you go to your room, I go to mine, hard concept? I didn't think so." He tugged her inside and slammed the door, making her jump again. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry!" She yelled at him. "I just wanted to see you. I was lonely and tired and thought that maybe I could sleep here. I didn't know you'd be so angry to see my face. I'll leave then!"

As she turned to go something snapped in him. He was beside her in two strides, pushing the door closed that she'd opened. "No."

"Well what is it? Yes or no? Stay or go? Cause I'm here. I don't know where you are, but I'm here. Where I want to be." She whispered to him. He was close. Amazingly close. She could see his stubble, smell his soap, feel his heat.

He lifted a hand to her cheek and caressed it, softly. She gasped slightly at the barest touch. Taking this as encouragement he leaned down and caught her mouth in a light kiss. He backed off, giving her time to refuse him. She didn't. He kissed her again, harder this time, and allowed his tongue to slide between her lips. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. His hands found the hem of her shirt and slipped underneath, splaying on her back.

She arched into his touch, letting her hands grab his hair to pull him closer. They raked down his neck and back, leaving marks, he was sure. He let his hands drift around to her sides, loving the smooth skin there.

"God, so hot, so soft…" he gasped.

She moaned into his mouth and returned, "I want you so much!"

His hands tickled their way up her sides, sending her into convulsions.

She pulled away and doubled over and for a moment he thought he'd hurt her.

… until he heard a strangled snort come from her.

"Bloody hell, Summers! You're a sodding menace!" Spike laughed at her, hauling her up so he could look into her laughing eyes.

Wesley sighed from offset and smiled at the couple. "Cut!"

Wasn't that better? It wasn't smut everyone was, I'm sure, PINING for, but it was something, right? Wonder what happens next? Check it out in Part 16: Give As Good As You Get

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