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Faith tapped the table anxiously as she listened to Buffy's message that had been left with the front desk. The usual huge crisis. She's gotta save Red and the loser. Blah, blah, blah. She'll explain later. Faith shook her head in annoyance. B never got around to explaining things; she was always failing to keep the other Slayer in the loop. Which explained why she was getting this message late. Faith never understood why B always put her loser friends before her Slaying. For Faith, the killing always came first. Her survival was always on the top of her list, but for B, it was always about the Scoobs or Angel.

Faith thought of the tall, dark and handsome vampire. Well, putting Angel first she could understand. Why wouldn't you wanna keep that man on a leash? But from what B had said, it was about some stupid vamp probably wanting to play footsie with blondie Slayer. She seemed to be a hottie-magnet and Faith had yet to understand why.

She shifted in her seat as she felt the stake strapped to her boot. She didn't want to patrol…she wanted to hunt. She felt the itch that was growing between her shoulder blades. The itch that always ended in either a good fuck or a good slay. She hid in the corner of the dank bar, ready to spring her trap. The first vamp that walked in the door was hers. No one had bothered to include her in the night's patrol, so she'd do her own thing as usual. Typical, she thought as she sensed the vampire walk into the bar. She quickly got up and shed her coat, exposing her revealing outfit. Demons gasped as she walked past them toward the demon she wanted. As if on cue a slow song began to play. She strolled over toward the leather-draped vampire. He was whistling a happy tune but stopped when he sensed the creature behind him.

Spike turned to see a mahogany-haired girl wearing tight, black, leather pants and a silver tube top behind him. Her lips painted a demonic red. Black eye shadow surrounded her almost auburn colored eyes. Her skin slightly tanned, her smile extremely seductive. Spike smiled at the beauty standing before him. Her smell was intoxicating and her glare penetrating. Everything about her oozed self-confidence. He could see something in her though…a wild abandon, and willingness to play with the Big Bads. He had always wanted a Slayer to play with, but Buffy never had the courage. Maybe this Slayer would be different. He took a swig of his beer, "What do you want, Slayer?"

"How did…?" Faith hissed at the vampire.

"I can sense it all over you," He took another sip, "You and your pal Blondie might as well go trot off somewhere. I don't have time for you birds. I'm leaving tonight, so just sod off. Let me have my beer in peace and go find some other vamp to prey on."

"Who the hell are you?" Faith looked around at the other patrons of Willy's and no one took notice of the exchange. Faith sat down on a stool next to the vampire.

"The name's Spike. And you should take note of that. I've killed two of your kind before, so don't bother me, kid." Spike smiled as he saw the affect his nickname had on her. Her face was flushed and her chest heaving. This one would be fun to play with. The peroxide vampire shook the thought from his head as he remembered the reason that he was in town and he gulped down the last of his beer, standing up to leave.

"Spike? Spike? William the Bloody, Spike! Your girlfriend killed Kendra." Faith hissed.

"You should thank her. Cause if it wasn't for Dru baggin' that chick you'd pretty much just be a little girl with a big attitude and no bite." As much as he wanted to stay and trade insults with the dark beauty, he couldn't. The less time that he spent in Sunnyhell the better. Spike threw down a ten on the bar as he stood up and went out the door.

"He's dust." Faith whispered as she followed him.

Faith kicked open the back door to the alley and stalked out after the retreating vampire. Now she was really pissed. She had come to this bar looking for a fight, and she was going to have one, even if she had to drag the vampire in kicking and screaming.

"Hey," she yelled at Spike's back. "Buffy might not have killed you, but I sure as hell will." She walked towards him and then stopped less than a yard from him, sliding her stake out of her boot and holding it in her hand so that he could see it. Any vamp walking away from me can't be too smart, she said to herself.

"For god sakes, you bint…" Spike felt a strong fist punch him square on the jaw and stumbled backward.

Faith stepped forward and pushed him back until he fell down, and she climbed on top of him. She began to punch him repeatedly in the face, but stopped when she noticed that Spike wasn't reacting to her blows with fear or howls of pain. He was laughing at her. Fucking bastard. She'd never had a vamp laugh at her, especially not when she was on top and holding a stake. And no one had every dared to laugh at her like that. "You're about get staked. I guess that is comical." Faith quipped.

Spike laughed even harder, "Actually, you're about to get pummeled."

"What?" Faith asked, confused, but she suddenly understood as she felt two heavy fists hit her back. The stake dropped from her hand and she was pressed down full length against Spike's hard body. She looked up at his smiling face less than an inch from her own.

"Well isn't this a comprising position, Slayer." Spike's eyebrow arched in a suggestive little smirk, and Faith, for a moment, felt herself heat under that smoldering gaze. However, before she could react, she was hauled off of Spike by a huge green demon. It threw her into the adjacent wall.

Spike watched in awe as the Slayer fought back with passion and fury. She backhanded the demon and gave it a scissor kick. Spike was impressed that she could move so well in those restrictive pants. That's when Spike noticed the demon's claws that extracted from its fingers.

"Aaaaah, Slayer?"

Spike tried to warn her, but she seemed too enthralled with the fight to notice the demon's new emerging weapons. She was just about to slam the demon's head into the wall when the slicing of claws ripped through the air. Faith watched as the bottom half of her top was shredded and then the demon clawed at her again. She stumbled backward out of its reach and fell, awkwardly twisting her ankle. The demon clawed after Faith again as she scrambled backward. She grabbed a beer bottle and hurdled it at the demon's head but not before it caught the last part of her top, leaving her topless. Spike stood up hoping to get a better view of the now half-naked Slayer.

As he rose, he looked around the demon and saw her sitting on the ground about to be sliced and diced. The demon sensed Spike's presence as he stood and he stopped advancing on her and turned toward him. Spike let out a feral growl as the demon lunged toward him. Its claws extended from its skin again and Spike let out his own demon and flew at the creature.

"One of those bottles here, luv." Spike called to the Slayer. She looked at him and then looked at the demon and shrugged her shoulders. She grabbed a bottle and hurled it toward Spike who caught it with ease. He let the demon get close enough to him and when it tried to claw him he broke off each claw on its right hand with a swift swing of a beer bottle. The claws fell to the ground as the creature howled in pain. Spike dove out of its way picking up one of the six-inch claws and stabbed the demon in its back. The demon slumped to the floor, withered in pain, and then died. Its fleshy remains lay in a big heap on the ground.

Faith struggled to get up. She knew that she was still topless, but she had never been shy. From the way that Spike was looking at her, she probably could use it as a distraction. She knew how to control men with her body, and it looked as though Spike would not be different. He was standing in front of her, demon blood dripping off his arm. He was staring at her and she bet that even the end of the world, a common occurrence in Sunnydale, could not distract him from her chest.

"You've got stones, Slayer. I'll give you that. Standing here in front of me all lose and free. And perfect I might add. Goldilocks would have been running for the hills to cover herself. And look at you all raring to go." Spike smirked and held his hand up in peace. "Don't bother luv. I didn't come here for a fight. I came for a drink and now I'm leaving. Not like you can fight me anyway in your state, half-naked and with that sprained ankle; wouldn't be sporting. Like a horse race with three-legged horse. I hate fighting battles I know I'm gonna win. The whole point of killing you bints is to see that look." Spike paused. "And the only thing that you are doing right now is turning me on." Spike slid off his duster and his red shirt and handed it to her as he slid back on his duster.

Faith looked at him incredulously. This was definitely a first. No man had ever seen her naked and attempted to cover her with anything other than their hands or bodies. Spike smiled at her. "If the demons don't get you, the cops will for lewd conduct. Take it." He stuck his hand out slowly. Faith shrugged but quickly fastened the shirt around her body. She was disappointed at the lack of fight, but she figured that she could always find him later, and plus her ankle really was bothering her. "See you around, Slayer. I might decide to stay awhile." Spike winked at her and then turned and left her standing in alley.

Faith unlocked the door to her motel room and threw her keys on the nightstand. She sat down on the bed and thought about her interesting fight with William the Bloody. She had heard enough about him from B, but her version was usually full of whining. "He tried to kill me. He's annoying. He hates my boyfriend." Faith laughed as her simpering imitation of Buffy echoed in the silent room.

She stripped off her leather pants and ran her hand over her legs, ending at the throbbing ankle. The pain had already mostly faded and she could move it easily. She had used it as an excuse to not chase after Spike, but now that the injury had mostly healed, she had to admit that she had not been too injured to fight with Spike. Damn those super Slayer healing powers. She knew the real reason that she had not fought Spike. The truth was that she did want to lay her hands on him, but she had other activities in mind.

Faith ran her hands back up her legs as she thought about the vampire. She had not seen a vampire that delectable, well, since Angel. And he was plagued with that infuriating goodness, not to mention his pathetic love for Buffy. But Spike, she could see that he was bad, right down to the bone, and Faith smiled as she thought of the ways that she could show him that she wasn't all good herself. She figured that it might be wrong to fuck a vampire, against the Slayer code or something else like that. Hell, that alone might be a reason to screw his brains out. She had watched Buffy and Angel, and she knew that there was something there, something that the other Slayer always denied. And if B got to play that game, then Faith wanted in too.

She stood and walked to the bathroom, turning on the shower, looking at herself, clad only in a thong, in the mirror. How in the hell did he walk away from this? She couldn't remember the last time that a man had walked out on her without trying taking what he wanted. She looked up into her face in the mirror and saw the smoldering anger in her eyes, the faint pout on her face. She didn't like not getting what she wanted and as she felt her hands clench into fists, she knew that she would have to punish Spike for his stupidity. She turned to the forgotten shower. She held her hand under the water and hissed as the burning water hit her fingers. I like my showers like I like my men, hot. She laughed at the stupid phrase, her anger forgotten and stepped into the shower, promising herself one thing. Spike will not be getting away so easily next time.

Faith moaned as he entered her, pounding her back against the wall outside the bar. She could feel the bricks scraping into her back and she leaned into it, hissing as the pain mixed with the pleasure that Spike's cock was driving into her with every thrust. She leaned over and bit him on the shoulder. Her human teeth caused no real damage, but the ferocity of her attack made him growl. Her laugh turned back to moans as Spike ground his pelvis against her clit, making her body shudder closer to orgasm. She turned her head and exposed her throat to him, daring him to bite her. He smiled at her challenge and bit down, shredding the tender skin and drinking deep. She could feel the orgasm rip through her and she screamed his name into the night.

"Spike!" Faith screamed into the empty room as the last tremors of the orgasm traveled from between her legs throughout her body. She sat there, gasping and remembering her amazing dream. She often had dreams that ended in orgasms after she had awoken, but never had a dream been this intense before. She had been awake for a few minutes and she was still out of breath. She fell back against the pillows, seeing that it was still early morning. She smiled as she turned over and pushed her face into the pillow. When she woke up, she was definitely going to have to track that man down. She drifted off to sleep with the same smile on her face, and her sleep was disappointingly dreamless.

Spike covered the windows of the cheap motel just seconds before the dawn's rays crept in. "I should have never gone to that bloody rave." He shook his head lazily. The peroxide vampire peeled off his duster and t-shirt and pulled his boots off. He could swear that he could hear his heartbeat. But that was probably the ecstasy in his system from his last kill. He groaned as he lay on the worn mattress and turned on the TV. The screen exploded with light and pulsing rhythm as some stupid rap song played on MTV at full volume. Spike struggled with the remote before losing patience and throwing it across the room. He couldn't turn off the TV, but he didn't really care. He was tired and he slept like the dead anyway, so what did he care? The vampire threw the blankets over his head and fell quickly into a deep sleep.

Faith woke up to a torturous pounding against the wall. The asshole next door has the TV turned up full blast. She had just gotten to sleep, and she was not going to let some scumbag ruin her good morning's sleep. She banged on the wall and began yelling at the inconsiderate asshole. The sound of the TV completely drowned out her cries. She leapt out of bed, not caring that she was only wearing panties and a tank top. If she could fight that demon earlier without a shirt, she could definitely hurt the guy next door in her underwear.

She stalked from her room, yanked open the door to the neighboring room and stormed in without hesitation. She went immediately to the TV and pulled out the cord, not wanting to look around the room to find the remote. When the silence covered the room, she heard a muffled 'humph' that came from the yellow blanket-covered lump that was lying on the bed. She moved over to the bed and picked up the body, intended to throw it and the blanket across the room.

When she put her hand around the person, she was startled by his quick reaction. Before she could really understand what was going on, she was lying on her back and a very amused vampire was on top of her, straddling her and holding her hands over her head.

"You…bastard…"

"Well, well, looky here. What, Slayer, your bed wasn't comfy enough so you came to test mine out?"

Faith shivered as his cool breath fanned her ear. "Get off of me." she growled.

Spike smirked at the angry Slayer, enjoying the way her body struggled underneath his. "Now why would I do that, pet? So you can stake me? No, I like you right where you are."

"Spike, I will give you three seconds to get off me and your death might not be that painful." Faith loaded her voice with as much conviction and murderous rage as she could muster, which was usually enough, but Spike just laughed.

"Come on, Slayer. Don't you want to play a bit? I am sure that it will be worth your time." With that, Spike switched his grip on her hands so that one hand held both of hers and he used the other to pulled up her tank top. "Now, this is how I remember you best."

Faith turned her head to the side, giving him an enticing view of her long, lean neck. Spike eyes shined a bright amber as his head reached downward toward the silk smooth skin. He licked his lips remembering the taste of Slayer's blood. Faith waited for him to come closer. Typical, she thought before she head-butted the vampire. He howled in pain letting go of her arms. Then she sprung into action, bringing together her knees and she jerked them forward sending him head first into the wall. The blow had dazed Spike long enough for Faith to stand.

"My work here is done." She turned to walk back to her room when she heard his voice behind her.

"Are you sure that you want to leave, Slayer? I could make you scream." Although she had her back to him, Faith knew that he was smiling. She hesitated. Make me scream? Hell, he didn't even touch me and I was screaming. She turned to face him, deciding to hide her embarrassment with hostility. "What the fuck are you saying?"

She watched as Spike stood, shook off his lingering dizziness and walked slowly towards her, his actions for the first time revealing a predator stalking his prey. "Nothing, pet." He had reached her and before she could strike him, he grabbed her hair and brought her mouth to his, kissing her with more heat and passion than she would have thought possible from those cold dead lips.

She struggled against him and then bit down hard on his lower lip, and pushed him away when she tasted the blood on her tongue. He looked up at her, his lower lip beginning to swell and a thin trail of blood trailing down his chin. The look in his dark blue eyes was something that she had never seen before: lust to match her own.

Spike brought his fingers to his mouth, picking up some of the blood and licked it off his fingertips, and then smiled at her. "Just what I thought. You like things rough, don't ya? Poor Slayer, bet you have hurt a lot of men just trying to get your rocks off. Well, the one thing that is good about vampires is that we don't bruise easily."

Faith walked towards him with a lascivious look on her face and pushed her body against his, noticing for the first time that he was clad in only a pair of tight jeans. She ran her hands up his chest and smiled at him, waiting for him to smile back. Then she stepped back and swung at him, her right hook landing square in his face.

"Foreplay, luv?" His head tilted back, but once he had righted himself, and hit her back, sending her against the door. The cheep plywood rattled in the jamb, and for a moment, Faith was sure that she would go flying out into the parking lot, but the door remained in place and she pushed off it, rising to the vampire's challenge. She stood before him, the rage flowing through her body and bringing her Slayer to the fore. Her chest heaved as she felt the strength and power surge through her. She stepped forward and her leg shot out, aiming for his crotch, but Spike deflected the blow and she turned the move into a hard punch to the stomach. As he bent over from the force of the blow, she brought her knee up into his face, sending him backwards and she ran forward. While he lay there, struggling to rise, she turned to the old rickety chair that sat next to the window and she broke it over her knee. She moved to him with her new stake raised high, and slid her feet along the floor, knocking him down. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist as she aimed for his heart.

"I'm really loving this position but I have one problem. That," Spike looked at the stake, "You shouldn't be staking me, pet. I should be staking you." A cocky grin crept across his sculpted face. His tongue trailing along his blunt teeth, mesmerizing the Slayer. Faith shivered in anticipation. She thrust the stake down, knowing he'd stop her. Spike caught her hand in his, struggling to knock the deadly weapon out of her hand. She added her other hand to the fight, and as she pushed against him, she looked into his face and saw a huge smile, one that matched her own. It looked as though he was enjoying the fight as much as she was. She wriggled on top of him, hoping that she could use her half-clad body to distract him.

For a brief second, Spike thought of the reason he came to Sunnydale. To get Dru back. Screw the bitch. She's off screwing a bloody Fungus demon. Spike looked at the luscious brunette above him, grinding her hips into his, struggling to take control. Least I've got taste. He locked eyes with her, taking his attention from the stake, but when she tried to thrust the stake into his chest, he knocked her off of him, pushing her to the side, and rolling on top of her. She was surprised when he overpowered her and she allowed the stake to be hit out of her hand.

"Asshole!" she cursed and tried to throw him off, but Spike was now lying on top of her, pinning her to the ground. She looked into his face; smirking inches from her own and he rubbed his hips against her, this time trying to distract her with his body. She could feel his hardness against her, and she lost the control that she had been struggling against ever since she had seen him in the bar. She leaned up to him and kissed him, her mouth attacking his.

Spike seemed surprised for a second, but quickly recovered, kissing her back, his tongue entering her mouth and warring with her own. She felt him exploring her mouth, his lips bruising hers and the heat growing more intense between them. She wanted him. And he wanted her. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders then suddenly Faith pushed Spike backward sending him sprawling to the other side of the room. As he lay back stunned by the blow, she crawled over to him and again sat on top of him, his erection pressing into her, causing the heat between her legs to grow.

"First lesson, Spike. I am always on top." Faith pinned his hand over his head and placed her mouth on his throat, her tongue darting out and tracing a wet line down to his collarbone. She continued her path down to his nipples and she pulled the right one into her mouth, nipping on it hard enough to make him gasp. He struggled against her, and she raised her head to see if he was still trying to fight her or if he had realized that she had other ideas for the rest of the night. The look of lust in his blue eyes was unmistakable and she understood that he wanted to free his hands so that he could touch her.

Faith smirked at him and kept him pinned as she returned her attention to his nipples. She turned to the left one, and this time she worried it with her mouth and teeth until it reddened. Faith rubbed herself against him and was pleased when Spike moaned. She could feel a tremor surge through him and she knew he wanted her desperately and so she played with him, teasing him with her body and mouth until he was struggling to free himself so that he could pull both their clothes off and fuck her into oblivion.

Faith teased him some more, her mouth heading towards the large bulge in his pants and then straying back. She had intended to keep playing with him for a while longer, but her own desire was getting the best of her. Her nipples ached to be touched and sucked and she was already wet, so she left go of his hands and moved down him and started to unfasten his jeans. She pulled them down and freed him and she laughed with glee when she saw his prodigious girth. She stood quickly and pulled her panties off and then stood over him, looking down at him. He lay there, his cock pointing happily up at her and he placed his hands under his head and looked at her expectantly, his need painted across his face. She placed her hands on her hips and looked at him, her mind considering all the ways that she wanted him.

"Well, luv, what in the fuck are you waiting for?" Spike looked at the naked Slayer before him and began to grow angry. She had spent all that time playing with him, getting him excited to the point that if he wasn't inside her within the next few minutes, his cock would probably explode. Now she just stood there, her dark drown hair framing her face and those lovely tits just waiting to be suckled. Spike's eyes drifted to the dark triangle between her powerful thighs and he felt his cock ache with the need to be placed between them.

He finally lost his patience towards her and with super human speed, stood and moved, driving her back against the door. She giggled as she hit the thin wood again and locked her leg around his hip, pressing herself into him. He trembled as her heat touched him and he struggled to remember the last time that he had been with a mortal. He remembered some whore about ten years back, who insisted on fucking him before he was able to drink, and he remembered that he had to restrain himself from breaking her as he thrust into her. He looked at the powerful Slayer and bet that she could handle his strength. In fact, he knew that she liked things rough and so he grabbed her hips and raised her off the ground, and thrust into her hard and fast.

Faith gasped in joy as he filled her and he moaned as he felt her heat around him. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, and wrapped her other leg around him, her hips arching so that he could slide even farther inside her. He looked down at the lovely long neck that was bared to him and he placed his mouth on her jugular, nipping with his blunt human teeth. She moaned and he bit down harder, his teeth not breaking the skin but still causing pain. She moaned again and he smiled. She did like pain.

Spike thrust into her, his hand lifting her to the point that his head nearly cleared her passage and then slamming her back down, impaling her on his shaft. He could hear he breathing increase and her heartbeat speed up and he felt her body fluttering around him. She was close and so he increased the already frantic pace until he was slamming into her, sending them both hard against the door. Spike could hear the wood groaning and he wondered which would explode first, his cock or the door. He could feel the orgasm tightening his balls and he slowed the pace, drawing out each thrust so that they could feel each inch of him sliding into her, grinding his pubic bone against her tender clit.

Spike felt her trembling so he bit her again, his teeth nearly drawing blood and she screamed, her body exploding into orgasm, the muscles of her tight passage clamping around him. He slid inside her one last time and then came, grunting as he shot his cum deep inside her. He fell back against the door, and felt her body still trembling against him. He looked into her face and saw the faint sheen of sweat covering her brow and he leaned over and kissed her, his tongue penetrating her mouth and sliding along the sensitive roof of her mouth.

Faith placed her hands in his hair, weaved them into the short strands and pulled his head back.

"Ready for more, Spike?" She pulled him over to the bed by his hair, and pushed him down, moving so that she was once again sitting on top of him. He was amazed at his willingness to let her throw him around, but he had spent a hundred years living with dominant woman, and he knew that his patience was usually rewarded with pleasure beyond his wildest imaginings. She moved along his body and stopped so that she was on her knees above his face, her trembling heat just inches above his mouth.

He took her cue and slid his hand over her thighs and up to cup her tight ass, bringing her to his mouth. The vampire slid his tongue along the moist folds, parting her and seeking access to her clit. He could taste her, that completely unique taste that he could never get enough of and he savored her, the taste and feeling of her stirring his cock. Spike pushed her legs farther apart and she fell onto his face, and he was thankful for the one-millionth time that he never had to breathe. His questing tongue found her clit and he sucked it into his mouth to the sounds of her ecstatic cries. Spike sucked on the tender bud and he could feel her moaning above him. He moved away from her clit and she murmured some disapproving words and he ignored her and arched her farther, bringing her tight passage to his mouth. He thrust his tongue inside her and moved one hand so that he could rub her clit with his thumb. She shuddered above him and then screamed, her release flooding his face with her juices. She trembled and he could feel her thighs tightening around his head and he continued to massage her clit as she came.

Faith paused above him, her body unable to move and then she rolled over onto her back next to him, her breathing fast and her body still trembling. She stared at the ceiling and he rose onto his side and watched her, the pleasure making her skin glow and redden, her breasts swell, and her body finally fell limp and she sighed.

"Satisfied, luv?" He looked at her with his scarred eyebrow raised, his voice suggesting all the other deeds he had planned for the night.

"Never." Faith sighed the word, and then returned her gaze to the ceiling, her breathing slowing. Her hand left her side to play along his body, along the muscular arms and chest. He leaned over her and took the left nipple into his mouth, rolling the tender skin over his teeth and tongue. She placed her hands on his head, her fingers weaving through his short platinum spikes and she hissed as he gave her a nip gentler than the ones that she had given him, but still rough. He teased her nipple until it was red and swollen and then he turned his attention to the right one, his thumb flicking over the throbbing left. As he nibbled on her, her hand found his shaft and she slid her fingers around it, stroking his softly and he hardened at her touch.

Suddenly, she pushed him back and climbed on top of him, and slid over him, pulling him deep into her body. Spike tried to place his hands on her hips to guide the pace, but she knocked them off, and so he placed them on her breasts, his thumbs teasing the sore nipples and his hand cupping their heavy weight. She set a slow and torturous pace, their earlier urgencies fading and turning into a desire to make this coupling as slow and intense as possible.

He looked up at her and tried to catch her eyes, but she avoided his gaze and then closed her eyes completely, shutting him out as she concentrated on sliding over him, tightening her passage as he filled her. She rose and fell over him and he lost himself in the feeling of her hot tightness, the strong Slayer muscles surrounding him, the steady and fast sound of her heart and the smell of her blood swirling just under the surface. Spike heard Faith's breathing increase, and he released a breast and placed a finger on her clit and began a slow rub, bringing her to the edge of the abyss. She threw her head back and Spike was tempted to complete the moment by sinking his fangs into her throat, but reconsidered when he remembered that she was the Slayer and would probably stake him on instinct. She quickened the pace, and he watched her as she came, her usual scream replaced with a long and unsteady moan. Her body clenched his cock and the tightness made him join her in release and he grabbed her now limp body by the hips and lifted her, thrusting quickly into her as he filled her with his warmed fluids.

Spike lifted her off and she fell on her back next to him and they both lay there, looking as the ceiling as the last of the pleasure flowed through their bodies. Spike closed his eyes and felt the contented sleepiness, and was not surprised when he heard her get off the bed and wordlessly pull on her panties and the tank top. He opened his eyes and watched her as she moved towards the door. She put her hand on the doorknob and turned back to look at him, her once pleased smile fading to a businesslike frown.

Part 2

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