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[watcher_pryce]

Continued from HereI wasn't really certain what was going on. Spike and I had been sparring, rather violently at that. But it was what I needed at the moment. Some way to channel the anger that I kept locked up inside, some way to get rid of the pent up frustration. Spike seemed to understand that, even though he was holding back. Angel wouldn't

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[watcher_pryce]

"That may be," I shoot back as he tells me what I've already been expecting. He's been holding back, though not even close to what Angel would've done. "But I'm nothing but a mere human. Where's you are a vampire." I smirked at that, shaking my head. Ow, I shouldn't do that. It feels as though I've a hangover. And I didn't even drink that much.

Squinting at the clock on the wall, I notice it's quite late. Or early, depending on ones point of view. I doubt there is anyone around. Other then security. I've no idea if Gunn or Fred might be working late. Or Lorne. Angel gets out of his office at the first opportune moment. So I guess no one will come by and catch Spike and I. Laying on the floor, looking rather battered, holding hands. Quite an amusing thought.

"I've been more comfortable," I say. "Though, I have to admit, the company more then makes up for it." Turning my head, I give him a small grin. Of course I'm not comfortable. He just kicked my arse, not that I'll ever admit that. I have to wonder if I'll be able to get out of bed in the morning. If I ever make it *to* bed. Not that it matters. Who'd notice if I wasn't around? Well, Spike. Obviously.

"Yes," I agree, still not letting go of his hand. Then again, he's not letting go of mine either. "We keep saying that, don't we?" But we're not actually moving. My god, did he always have such blue eyes?Amazing really. "Perhaps just five more minutes," I try, wondering why the hell I've not let go of his hand yet. This is getting embarrassing. "I need to catch my breath."

[got_the_spark]

It was nice hearing him say that the company made up for it. Couldn't imagine that my company could do that though, look at how everyone else treated me around here, only one who seemed to care was Fred, cute little bird she was. Other then that Angel acted like I didn't matter. Guess that could do with me bugging the hell out of him. It was only cause he knew I was right just about everything.

By now I really did expect him to let go but he still didn't, even with all this talk 'bout getting up he just sat there holding onto my hand. "Perhaps five more minutes then" I smiled "and yea after that I would say you would need to catch your breath. You took it pretty good."

I couldn't stop staring at him, I wasn't even sure what it was I was looking at but I kept on looking at him. I shifted my body a bit closer to him as I lifted up my head a bit. I then glanced down at his face, mine only a few inches above his. "Sure your going to be ok? Don't want Angel getting all up on me for hurting one of his men" What did I really care if Angel would get mad bout this? I already proved myself to be the better out of the two of us so Angel could go take a hike for all I care. Still though, I wanted to make sure that Wesley here would be alright.

[watcher_pryce]

"Five more minutes sounds good," I muttered. Though, not much longer. I could already feel my muscles locking up on me. Not to mention that Spike's hand in mine was growing quite warm from borrowed heat. That it was my warmth he was borrowing didn't even cross my mind. Not that I really minded.

It was strange, but I felt connected to the world again for the first time in quite a while. And it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. At least not here, in the training room while Spike held my hand. There were images playing through my mind still. About my father, about shooting him. How alive he'd looked while I went to visit my parents. But most of all how I'd wished several times during my stay that this cyborg...really had been him.

Frowning, I swallowed hard and opened my eyes again. I blinked when I saw Spike's face so close by. "I'm not one of Angel's men," I muttered, knowing that wasn't entirely true. I quite remember the lecture Angel had given me. About hurting 'one of his people'. I've been wondering ever since where that left me. Was I no longer 'one of his people?'. And did I even care.

"I should get up," I said, clearing my mind from all those thoughts. I squeezed Spike's hand and pulled on it a bit. "And take a very hot shower before I can't move from this floor. It would be quite embarrassing if they found u-me laying here in the morning when they come in for work." Not that many people... or demons, for that matter used the training room. Shifting a little, I started to push myself up.

[_fool_for_love]

I sighed "Right, not one of Angel's men then I'm not a vampire." I felt his hand squeeze mine a bit a harder, almost felt like some sort of shock was sent throughout my body just from that some gesture from his hand, strange. "Would be an interesting look out their faces too if they found us here. Have to admit I wouldn't mind seeing that myself, especially if it was Angel" I let out a slight laugh at the thought of it.

He lift his head a bit and pull on my hand. Seems he was about to attempt the whole getting up thing. Strange thing was, I wasn't moving one bit. I just stayed there looking down at him, which only brought our faces closer. Before I even realized what I was doing my lips were pressed up against his. They were so soft and warm and tasted so good. Something I hadn't felt in so long. Just then I realized what I was doing and broke away, letting go of his hand and sitting completely up.

I didn't even know what to say, what would he even think of me now. Not that I should care what he thought about me, I didn't give a damn what anyone thought. I just glanced down at the ground "I don't know what happened there" Great, sounded really good Spike. That was all I could even get out, I couldn't wait to hear what he had to say about it. Probably tell me to get away from him or something like that. What did I even want him to say. It wasn't right was it? And I didn't enjoy it at all right? Although part of me wanted him to enjoy it and want that to happen again.

[watcher_pryce]

Raising my eyebrow, I glanced at him when he said he'd liked to see the look on Angel's face. Picturing it myself, I let out a small chuckle. That would probably be priceless, and no doubt followed by a whole lecture for me and Spike getting his arse kicked. Because I had no doubt that when Angel would walk in on us like this? I suddenly was 'one of his people'.

But we needed to move, before I couldn't move. I tugged on his hand again, but Spike wasn't moving. I frowned and started to get up on my own accord, wondering what was going on when suddenly his lips were on mine. Cool lips rubbing against warm ones, tasting a bit of blood, whiskey and...Spike. Before I knew what was going on he pulled back and sat up abruptly.

Swallowing hard, I let my head fall back and just stared at him. My free hand coming up to trace a finger over my lips, where only moments ago his had been. I noticed the grip I had on his hand had tightened almost painfully and forced myself to loosen it a bit. I had no idea what was going on. My mind most certainly wasn't on any of the things I'd been thinking about prior to The Kiss. Which, as kisses go, was pretty damn nice.

"Uh...errr..." Yes, bloody marvelous eloquent reply, Pryce. Well done. Sighing, I pushed myself up into a sitting position as well, groaning when I felt a lot of muscles I didn't even know I had. Usually they made themselves known after a fight, such as the one I had with Spike. Training, sparring, fight, whichever.

"You kissed me...Uh, that's-that's what happened," I pointed out helpfully, yet completely obvious. The tip of my tongue snaked out to lick my lips, trying to catch any lingering taste. "Why?" I tilted my head, giving him a curious look and wondering why the hell I wasn't running from the room. Or was missing his hand holding mine for that matter.

[_fool_for_love]

Don't get why he didn't run away or say something more then what he said. Which was point obvious, I sighed "You don't think I know that's what I did" I gave him a look. I had to play this off, had act like it didn't effect one bit. Which it didn't effect me one bit unless you count the fact that it felt nice and I wanted to do it again which I didn't want to do again.

"Why?" I threw back at him "Like I bloody know why I did it." I sat there for a moment not saying a word, wasn't quite sure what to say for once. Finally I spoke again "Shouldn't you be running off all scared of me now or something like that. You know go off and tell all your little mates what Spike did to you and laugh it up. Can't wait till you tell Angel 'bout this one. Won't hear the end of it from him."

I couldn't even look at him, if I did I had a feeling I'd want to kiss him again. It wasn't right, not right at all and I knew he didn't want it. How could he want it. I was always beneath everyone, that's what they always said. Both Cicely and the slayer, even Dru I wasn't good enough. I wasn't bad enough anymore for her, only one that ever thought I was good enough was Harmony. Can't say I don't agree with that though, bint's more dumb then a doornail.

[watcher_pryce]

I flinched when he shouted at me. I don't know why, perhaps it was the frustration in his voice. Or his being utterly stunned that I had no ran off for the hills, shouting bloody murder. Or went to get Angel to kick his arse. But it hurt somewhat to see him like that. It hurt that he thought I could do no more then say what Angel told me too.

"I've not seen Angel since I came back," I muttered, giving him a confused look. "In fact, my friends have been avoiding me since I came back. All but you." And they certainly didn't go around kissing me. Not even Fred, no matter how much I wanted her to at one point. Not any more though. I'm not good enough for Fred. She doesn't need a murderer. Or someone who's a murderer in theory. He was looking away from me and that saddened me. As if he were afraid he'd do something he'd regret. What could be worse then kissing me. Well, a few things come to mind.

But I wasn't going to use him to forget for while. No matter how tempting that was. Not unless he wanted to, that is. And since he kissed me, maybe he would. I wanted that to be clear though. He was a friend first and anything else came after that. Sighing, I rested my elbows on my knees and looked at him for some time, watch him all but fidget.

In for a penny and all that. Reaching out, I leaned in and put my fingers under his chin. I turned his face and looked into those blue eyes for a moment. "I don't feel like running away anymore. And I'm not scared of you." Perhaps not the wisest of choices, but true none the less. Hesitantly, I leaned in even further, brushing my lips over his. Slowly, I try to deepen the kiss, giving him enough time to pull away if he wants to. I hope he doesn't, but I will not use him for my own needs.

[_fool_for_love]

He said that his friends had been avoiding him, all but me. Did that mean I was his friend? don't picture me being much of that, back in Sunnydale none of the slayer's damn scoobies seemed to fancy me much. I was just good when they need someone to come in and throw down some big bad, other then that I was nothing to them. Barely anything to the slayer either, until she needed someone to hold onto to. someone who would've judge her, we used by her because she wanted to feel something.

Must admit I was shock to feel his warm fingers under my chin. Didn't know what the hell was happening, he looked into my eyes, made me feel like I was worth a damn. And what he said to me, another shocker. Guess I wasn't all big bad and scary in the first place anymore, not since I got that bleedin' chip shoved up my head. Then the whole soul thing.

Next thing I know his lips are against mine, at first I start to pull back a bit not realizing what's going on. I stop myself from pulling away and allow myself to give in. It felt nice feeling those warm lips of his against my cool ones. I bring my arm up around his neck as I roll my tongue over his lips before my tongue enters to meet up with his tongue.

I couldn't believe what was happening right now but it didn't matter. It felt good and right and none of that other crap mattered right now.

[watcher_pryce]

I was very much afraid he'd pull away and at first he did. I had to fight to keep my hands on the floor, Not to reach out and hold on to the back of his head to keep him where he was. That first kiss he gave might've been a mistake and I wasn't going to push him. I never pushed anyone, and I wasn't going to start now.

As I felt him pull away a bit, I was ready do so myself. Apologies already on the tip of my tongue, ready to spill out before I'd flee the room. A wave of embarrassment was going through me. I was cursing myself for the fact that I may have very well just alienated the only person who was willing to talk to me. Or even hang out with me.

But then he stops and I know I must've let out a sigh of relieve. Especially when his arm rounds my neck and he pulls me closer. Our tongues meet, brushing over each other as we take the time to taste this new discovery. His return kiss is far bolder then my own, and I tentatively reach out to put the tips of my fingers on his face.

When I need air I pull away, breathing heavily. And if I had to be honest, I was almost hoping for someone to walk in on us. Of course no one did, there wasn't anyone around at this hour. I knew I was probably blushing as I looking shyly into those blue eyes. "That was...nice. And unexpected," I murmur, my lips still inches away from his, finger tips tracing the features of his face.

[got_the_spark]

Strange the way it felt, the way his lips felt so perfect against my own. Would've laughed if a few days ago someone told me this was going to happen. It was different but good. A few chills flew through my body when I felt the warmth of his fingertips upon my face. Almost felt like I could melt right there, so warm and gently he was. Almost forgot that he was human, that whole breathing thing which made him pull back. That was one good thing 'bout being of the undead, didn't have to worry 'bout catching a breath.

I looked deep in those eyes of his and how wonderful he looked right now. Even had a bit of a blush coming across his face. When he spoke I felt so close to him, closer then ever before. And we were so close, our lips just inches away. "That was nice." I gave him a faint smirk before I couldn't hold back any longer. Next thing I knew my lips were upon his again moving softly to the motion of his. Keeping one arm around his neck i brought the other hand up to his head and began to run my slender digits though her hair.

His hair felt so soft against my fingers. I could feel our kiss deepening as we continued.

[watcher_pryce]

This was awkward. No, this should be awkward. It wasn't, to be honest. It was...nice. More then nice. I could feel certain parts of my body getting very excited. But I knew that would be going to far. For some reason I wanted this to be more then just a quick shag. I'd begun to value Spike as a friend. At this point my only friend, or so it seemed.

I still felt at though I was using him. Using him to get my mind of things. Of my father, of what happened, away from Fred and Knox, away from Angel and Gunn not knowing what to do with me, how to act around me. That all felt unreal, yet very, very real as the weight of all that would come crushing down.

But he made me forget that for now. Especially when his lips were on mine again, hand buried in my hair. I groaned into the kiss, parting my lips to let his tongue slip out. Rubbing them together, taking my time to taste that cool mouth. I could feel myself going dizy. From lack of air, or just because of the kiss, I didn't know. I fell backward, pulling him with me as I clutch the shirt on his back.

"God... Spike," I breathed, looking up at her and swallowing hard. What the hell were we doing? And why wasn't I stopping it?

[_fool_for_love]

I wasn't sure if Wesley was just losing his mind or actually wanting this. It would probably end up being just how it was with the slayer. He's in a dark place right now wants to feel something that is real and there. That's all I was to Buffy, she never loved me or cared 'bout me. Of course she said she did but that was only to make the parting go away better, sort of a thank you for saving the world.

He felt backwards and actually pulled me with him. Sure this could be what I was thinking before but it felt too good to try to stop it or anything. Guess I ll just have to deal with whatever the consequences later, hell I’m a damn vampire I don't need to think out my actions just do as I please.

I smirked when he said god Spike. "What not enjoying this love" I said as I went down and kissed him on the neck and began to trail my tongue up to his ear, gently nibbling on the ear lobe.

[watcher_pryce]

I groaned as his mouth started to move over my skin, followed by blunt teeth. I was well aware of the dangers of having a vampire nuzzle my throat. But I trusted Spike. Besides, the thrill of it all made me shiver. I pushed my hand under his shirt, wanting to feel his skin under the palm of my hands.

A shiver went through me and I had to smile when he called me 'love.' I'm well aware that it's just an expression. I just never thought I'd hear him say it in regards to me. The thought never even had entered my mind. Not, mind you, that my mind was very much working at the moment. This was not good, anyone could walk in on us here. And I still felt like I was using him, no matter how much I wanted this. Wanted to feel.

"Spike," I whispered, pulling back from another kiss which left my nether regions aching with need. "I am..." I was interrupted with a nother kiss and groaned into his mouth. "I'm very much enjoying this," I panted, when I came up for air again. "I just...I don't want to hurt you. I want to do it for the right reasons." Taking a deep breath, I took his face in both my hands. "You mean to much to me for just a casual shag." And just when the hell did that happen?

[_fool_for_love]

I could feel myself start to get hard against his kiss and when I could feel his hand upon my skin. Never did I think I would like feeling him out of all people.

I shivered a bit when he whispered my name, so close to my face that I could almost feel his lips moving when he said it. He started to say something but I couldn't help but kiss him again. I wanted to kiss him all over. I gave him a moment to say what he had to say;

"I'm very much enjoying this,"

It was nice hearing that from him even made me smile a bit but then he continued;

"I just...I don't want to hurt you. I want to do it for the right reasons. You mean to much to me for just a casual shag."

I have to admit i was a bit stunned by his words, it seemed that he actually cared in a sense. No one ever cared 'bout hurting me before but he did. "You don't want to hurt me and I mean to much to you" I gave him a shocked look "Never have I had anyone say something like that to me." I paused for a moment "So then what do you want if not a casual shag?"

[watcher_pryce]

At this point a shag was very much what my body wanted. And my mind was going toward that as well. Which wasn't all that surprising with the way he was touching me, kissing me, just being with me. His body pressed so close to mine, his scent invading my nose. The fact that anyone could walk into us. Though, doubtful at this hour.

But the look on his face after my words made me blink. He looked...stunned, to stay the least. "No one ever said that to you?" I asked. Of course him being an evil vampire before the soul, he probably didn't care. Not that I would know. Then again, no one said that to me. Other then Virginia, who left because she couldn't face seeing me hurt. "I find that hard to believe," I whispered. What about those people in Sunnydale then?

My hand kept moving up and down his back, warm finger tips sliding over cool skin. "Well," I said, clearing my throat. I could feel his erection digging into my hip. "I know what my body wants. I-I just don't want to hurt you or spoil our... " Friendship? Were we even friends? We hardly knew each other.

"...beginning friendship?" I asked hesitantly. I had this strange feeling that if we were going to take that shower now? It might turn into something completely different. I might not be able to listen to my brain if I saw him naked, wet, covered with soap. Oh good lord.

[_fool_for_love]

He didn't seem to believe that no one said that to me, sure mother cared but that was about it. Buffy finally said she cared but was just saying that, Dru well she was just crazy. I was just fun for her but as soon as I started to actually think and do stuff my way she said I went too soft. What just because I had the slayer help me out so I could get her back, I did it for her. 'sides she was always going off with Angelus, what was it with him anyways. Don’t need to think about that right now, just need to think 'bout Wesley here which was all I really was thinking about. He even got my mind of her, someone I thought I would never get my mind off of.

He continued to move his hands across my back which made me want him that much more. And yes, I wanted him. I wanted to shag him right here and now but I had to control myself. "I know what my body wants to" I said as I moved my hand underneath his shirt and up his chest while I began to place kisses upon his collar bone. "My body wants you."

It was too late to go back now, I was wanting him more and more as each moment went by. 'sides we already went this far so why not continue. "Won't hurt or spoil a thing, look how far we've already gone."