Title: Well, what did you THINK?
By TrinityLast
E-mail: trinitylast@wambtac.com
Disclaimer: Y’know, I keep trying to buy it, but Joss just refuses to answer my calls...
Distribution: Thedge (my site), Alessandra...and anyone else who already has permission and wants it. Otherwise, no. Sorry. I already can’t keep track of where I am.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Potential, S7. Sorry. Yeah...it’s spoilery. But only for BTVS.
Feedback: Gee, let me think....YES!
Note: This beta’d in the way that’s not, because I only have a beta for my B/G and B/A stuff...so everything else just goes out cold. If you don’t mind beta’ing a whole bunch of different pairings (all 1/2 Buffy), please email me!
N2: Got one since this was posted. :p Please don't reply to the ad.

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"GOD! Harder.."

"Shh! The Slayers in training are right under us!"

"Can’t help it...you feel so good.."

Spike took a deep breath and glanced around, then grabbed a corner of her blanket and stuffed it in her mouth. "Shh!"

Buffy glared up at him and spit it out. "Not even slightly funny. Don’t do th-AT! GOD!"

He sighed. "That’s what I was trying to avoid, remember?" Slowly, he slid down a little, still moving. "There. Better?"

"Liked it better before"

"Yeah, but maybe you’ll be quieter now, hmm?"

Buffy sighed and arched her neck a little, turning her head on the pillow to glance at the clock on the nightstand. "They’ll be in the basement in another hour with Giles. We can be louder then"

Spike nodded, still moving slowly. "Then. Not now"

"Fine, fine"

Suddenly, the door burst open and Dawn came in, a very nasty scowl on her face. "Must you two be so loud? Now they all want a turn!"

Buffy rolled her eyes and Spike made a face. "They can’t have a bloody TURN! This is for Buffy only"

"Well, you’re making everyone jealous. Keep it down"

Buffy sighed. "I’m trying. He just feels so GOOD! RIGHT THERE"

Dawn covered her ears. "I’m not listening! Nope!" She continued to sing as she left the room and closed the door, her voice echoing back into the bedroom as she went downstairs again.

"See, Slayer? Gotta keep it down"

"Well, maybe, if you’d LET them all have turns."

"What am I, a bloody masseur? I’ll rub your back! Not the whole bloody house’s!"

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