Breaking away

((A/N Finally back after having been gone for an entire year. I kind of got caught up in my study. I have finally picked this up again now that I have summer holl's. I will try to keep regular updates from now on for not only this story but seer to. It will probably be one monh between updates at most but I will try to post a chapter every week. Don't know how well that will work out though. I also fixed up the other chapter's so they should be free of mistakes now.))

Spike sat on the desk, fingering the telephone cord as Angel pressed the receiver to his ear. "So who do you want to call." He looked at Spike questioningly. "Glinda might be best. She and Demonbird were the only ones that were decent to me. Sides she's a smart one, she is. The good witch, yeah. Not as free with the mojo as red. Knows how to do things, she does. Not like red at all. Knows to check things out and think on the consequences. She'll do right by everyone. Sees more then people give her credit for too."

Angel smiled at Spike. It was good to know that not everyone in Sunnydale had been mean to his childe. "Why don't you dial her number then." He watched as his childe bent over to do jus that, revealing a tantalizing strip of flesh around his midriff. That strip of flesh made him think of long night where he had spend entire evenings just nibbling every inch of his childe flesh until he was straining against his bonds just begging to come. He had always looked beautiful like that. Bathed in candle light that would make his skin glo... "Hello." He was startled by the sound of a woman's voice in his ear. "Ummm.... He-Hello."

Angel shook his head to clear it off the rather distracting images that kept floating around his head. "Hello. This is Angel. I was just calling to see if anyone in Sunnydale is actually planning to do something about Buffy. Spike suggested I call you." It was rather hard to see this nervous woman as the capable young witch Spike made her out to be. But then Spike had a good eye for things like this. "Umm, yes. Mister Giles felt that h-h-he w-would rather research y-y-you, so. B-B-But I w-was planning t-t-to c-check t-things out. H-h-her aura is d-d-different n-now that she w-was b-b-brought b-back."

He sighed. Figured that they would rather meddle in things that weren't their business than to check into their own problems. You'd think they would want to take care of their main fighter. Especially since they all claimed to care for her so much. "Good to know at least someone is willing to look in to this. Thank you. Would you mind keeping in touch with Wesley? He might be able to help you and I would like to remain updated on the situation." She really did seem like a nice girl. It might help her to be more familiar with Wesley. That way she would have someone familiar to contact of things went wrong down in Sunnydale, if not a friend. "Y-Yes. O-O-Offcourse." Angel smiled. "I will have him contact you later then." He looked at his childe where he was seated on the desk, still playing with the telephone cord. A small smile on his face. Seemed he had read into Angel´s intentions then. "Yes, Alright. G-Goodbye then." She really was a sweet girl. "Goodbye."

He handed Spike the receiver so he could place it back. "You like her don't you." Spike smiled. "Yeah. She's a sweet girl, Glinda is. She'll do right by everyone. Only wicked thing 'bout her is her sense of humor. Right little minx tha' she is." Angel chuckled and seated himself closer to his Childe. "Hey, Poof. Whot were ya thinkin' of jus' then 'ey." Angel arched one eyebrow at the the blonde. "What was I thinking of just when." Spike snorted and shot his Grandsire a cutting look. "Right b'fore the chit picked up the phone ya git. Ya eyes got all fuzzy like." Angel shook his head. His childe would pick up on that moment off inattention and press for answers. "You." He answered honestly. "Was just remembering something."

Spike looked down at his Sire curiously. "Wot then." Angel smiled softly in remembrance. "Remember that last week in Liverpool. That time the girls went shopping all night and left us to our own devices." Spike smiled slightly. "Ya mean the one ya spent torturin' me by givin' me a bloody tongue bath. Kinda hard to f'rget, yeah." He let Angel draw him back onto his lap for a kiss. "Your skin glowed in the candle light. And the way you writhed on my red silk sheets." Angel drew Spike in for another slow kiss. "Yeah, I remember. Ya left me like that jus' so you could draw me, ya ponce. F'r three bloody hours." Angel chuckled. "I still have that drawing you know. All of them in fact." Spike's eyes widened slightly. "All of them. Thought you wouldn't want to be reminded of us. Being all soul-having an' all. Figured you threw 'em out first chance ya got." Angel shook his head. "Was the only way I could allow myself to be close to you. Even if I didn't want to admit to missing you. All of you."

Spike still looked up at his sire with wide eyed amazement. "Can't believe you actually kept them all. Bleedin' hell." Angel smiled and drew him in again for a deep kiss, letting his tongue play around the other's lip before sucking one in gently to nibble at. "You still find it so hard to believe that I care for you." Spike but his lip and nodded hesitantly. Afraid of upsetting his sire. Angel drew Spike closer to him for another cuddle. "You will. I will prove it to you." The blonde vampire gradually relaxed as his grandsire kept cuddling him, not getting upset at all. He nestled his face in the others neck. Just inhaling the scent of family for a moment. He had missed this. Maybe, just maybe, if his sire didn't get tired of him soon he wouldn't have to miss this for a long while.