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[breakmychest]

Who: Spike and Buffy
Where: the Gym
When: Night
Warnings: British swearing and sexual tension. Possibly slightly more than sexual tension.

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[aboutpower]

Buffy was wide awake. Sleep? What's sleep? Anyway, she was expecting to be up late tonight, as to fit with Spike's nocturnal schedule. She sort of naturally run on it too. There was about a 20 second space of time before the door handle turned. Buffy opened the door calmly, giving Spike an appraising and amused look. She was already dressed and ready to go.

"Not so much with the poetry tonight, huh?"

[breakmychest]

Spike looked disgusted. "God, no. I'm thinking good, old fashioned violence is more my speed tonight." He looked up at her, then gave a bit of a double take. God, he loved it when she wore leather pants. Not that it had anything to do with anything. He looked back up at her face and grinned. "Ready to go?"

[aboutpower]

"I'm comfortable with violence," she commented lightheartedly, moving out into the hallway and shutting and locking her door behind her. "Where we going? The gym?" Buffy was already getting pumped for the sparring. Like that little tingle she'd get on her skin before patrol most nights. It wasn't often that she could go all out on a sparring partner. She knew Spike could take it, and he wouldn't want her to hold back.

[breakmychest]

He flashed her a sharp grin. "Figured you would be." He nodded and strode over to the gym door, pulling it open for her. Of course he knew she could get it herself, but there was a Victorian gentleman buried under all the leather and bleach, and some habits didn't really die. "Seems like the best place. Less you've got a better idea."