Angel sat at his desk and stared broodingly at the wall. It had been four days since the dream. Four days of sneaking longing glances at Spike and imagining how his lips would feel. And worst of all, four more dreams, each more detailed than the last.

His phone buzzed and brought him out of his thoughts. "Boss, you've got a visitor." Harmony's voice drifted through the speaker.

"I'm busy, I don't want any interruptions."

"I don't know if she'll take no as an answer." Harmony sounded on edge.

"I don't care what she wants. Tell her to come back later." A thought struck Angel. "Harm, you've slept with Spike, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I was just wondering… is he, good?" Angel dropped his head on his desk. Dumbass, he thought.

"Oh, you want to know 'cause he had that affair with," she dropped to a whisper. "the Slayer, right?"

Angel perked up. "Yeah. Yeah, exactly. So, was he?"

Angel's door swung open and Buffy stepped in. "Invasive much? God, are you two in a perpetual pissing contest?"

Angel's eyes widened with shock. "B- Buffy. What are you doing here?"

"Funniest thing. Do you know what I got Andrew to tell me?"

"That snuggling with the Immortal is gross?"

Buffy put her hands on her hips. "He told me that you and Spike stopped by my apartment. Which I found funny. You see, I was under the impression that Spike was dead."

Angel shifted slightly in his chair. "Well—"

Angel was interrupted by Spike. "Buggering hell."

Buffy turned on him. "You are alive, you asshole!"

Spike recoiled as Buffy's hand connected with his cheek. The force of her blow sent him stumbling back.

"Buffy, that's enough!" Angel jumped to his feet. "Sit, both of you." He pointed at the leather couch that sat near his desk. "Now."

Buffy strode to the couch and sunk down. "Fine, but I want an explanation."

Spike started towards the couch, but one look at Buffy's face sent him to the chair across from Angel's. He sat solemnly, secretly brooding inside.

Angel nodded, happy with the seating arrangement. "Good." He sat slowly, his eyes moved from Buffy to Spike and back again. "I'll tell you the story, but I don't want any interruptions."

"Yeah, whatever." Buffy crossed her arms and sunk deeper into the couch.

"On with it Peaches." Spike hung a leg over an arm on the chair and cocked his head.

Angel swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to look at Buffy.

It took Angel all of five minutes to explain the story to Buffy. It really does go faster with everybody quite, he thought.

"So, Spike came back from being a ghost, went with you to Rome, and didn't try to contact me?"

Spike shook his head. "I wanted to talk to you, but Andrew said you were happy with His Immortalness," he sneered. His face softened as he looked at Buffy. "I only ever wanted you happy," he whispered.

Buffy closed her eye. "I don't know why that dweeb told you that, I wasn't happy. I couldn't have been."

"But… he's rich, handsome and he holds a lot of power over a lot of people. He's—why am I talking you in to this?" Spike sat forward, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. "I'm an idiot."

"Yeah," Buffy stood and moved in front of him. "you are. But I still love you."

Angel watch in horror as Spike jumped to his feet and kissed Buffy. Their hands immediately started to explore each other's bodies, groping and petting.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Angel grumbled.

Buffy pulled back from Spike, but kept their hands locked. "Angel, god, I'm sorry. I know you thought we could be together, but Angel, I love Spike. I'm so, so sorry."

Angel squinted his eye and looked away. "Whatever. Take Spike, I don't care. Just have him back by the morning, we've got a mission."

Buffy nodded. "Okay, but my fight is tomorrow night. You better have him back in time for us to leave."

"S-Spike's leaving?"

Buffy crinkled her brow at Angel's stricken face. "I'm sure you guys got close during your time working together, but I need to have Spike with me, Angel."

Angel looked to Spike. "You're the man, make her stay here."

Spike smirked. "So you have a chance to steal her from me? Not bloody likely."

Angel growled frustratedly. "Fine, do what you want, just be here for your last mission."

Spike wrapped his arm around Buffy's shoulders. "Of course. I'd never walk away from a good brawl."

Angel waited until Spike and Buffy had left the building to buzz Harmony. "Harmony, I need you to check our client list for a powerful witch. After you find one, bring her in."

"Okay boss. Oh, by the way, he was."

"What?"

"Spike? He was good… at sex. You asked earlier, but the Slayer interrupted me."

"Oh." Angel mentally blushed.

"It's the only reason I stayed as long as I did. Spike was… do not tell him, but he's the best I've had. He's really passionate, and his eyes? God, he could make me cum with a look."

Angel groaned and glanced down at the bulge in his pants. "Harmony, I'm going up to my room. I have some stuff I need to work on, and I'll never get it done here. I don't want to be bothered until the witch is here."

"Yeah, okay boss."

Angel moved to his elevator with the image Harmony had painted in his mind. I can't let Buffy steal him from me.