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Rated: Between T and M
Spike was sitting outside her bedroom window like he had done so many other times. But this time Buffy wasn't alone. She had picked up a guy at the Bronze earlier that night. In a matter of minutes their clothes were on the floor and their sweaty bodies were entwined. Spike could only listen in disgust as pants and moans reached his ears. Can't they at least close the window? He turned and started walking back to the graveyard. As he disappeared into the darkness he muttered, "Glorious. Just bloody glorious."