Chapter XIV... er... 14..., Church of Desire.
Angel sat on Buffy's couch, Spike leaning back against him.
"So you guys are like... a thing now?" Anya asked.
"You mean a couple?" Angel asked.
"A couple of what?" Spike asked. "Lunatics?" Angel laughed and smaked him in the head.
"Yes were a couple." Angel said. "Or, at least we're going to try it out. If it doesn't work out, then we'll just stay friends..."
"With benifits!" Spike said.
"Yes, friends with benifits!" Xander looked confused.
"What are friends with benifits?" He asked dumbly.
"It means there only going to be friends but they'll still have many orgasms with each other." Anya said bluntly. Xander got the most grossed out face any one could ever make.
"Needed to hear that... really I did!" Xander said sarcasticly and walked out of the room. Buffy looked happy for the two.
"Its good that you guys are together." Buffy said, "So are you going to L.A.?" Spike nodded.
"Angel wants to take me to his friends Kareoke bar and make me sing." He said.
Later that Day, L.A., Lorn's Kareoke Bar,
Spike walked up on stage after choosing a song and looked down at Angel who gave him a thumbs up. He sighed and took the mic. The music slowly started up and Spike started bobbing his head slightly to the music before he started singing.
Oh oh oh oh oh yeah yeah,
Woke up in a cold sweat,
in the middle of the night,
seems like a life time and your wondering it was wrong or right,
one confession would reserect the truth,
revenge or forgivness, or sins made from me and you,
now we dance with the devil down the lonely street, lonely street,
looking for a window, in a house of tears,
livin in hell I felt the rain dissapear,
heading for a break down,
And the fever runs higher,
As you left the alter,
I can feel your fire, In the Church of Desire,
Church of Desire,
Never thought a reason, why look far from grace,
some kind of voodoo like a spirit you can't imbrace,
Voice in the mirror, like a ghost in my heart, relive the passion,
Before we were torn apart,
now we dance with the devil down the lonely street, lonely street,
looking for a window, in a house of tears,
livin in hell I felt the rain dissapear,
heading for a break down,
And the fever runs higher,
As you left the alter,
I can feel your fire, In the Church of Desire,
Church of Desire, Church Of DESIIIIIIIIRRREE!
The End