Remember Me

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Chapter 20 - The Morning After


Buffy woke to the sensation of Will's soft lips rubbing gently against
her own. "Morning, luv." He whispered as he slanted his head to
take the kiss deeper.

"Mmmm." Buffy murmured, riding on the wave of bliss Will was
bringing her on. "Morning." She finally answered when Will moved to
trail his kisses down her jaw line toward the pulse point jumping in her
neck. He suckled her there, not worrying whether he left his mark on
her.

"I take it your feeling better?" Buffy giggled as Will lifted her nightshirt
to ghost his lips over her sides, and down to her hips.

"Never better, kitten." Spike leered at her, nipping at her hip playfully.

Buffy felt a jolt at the feel of Will's teeth grazing her skin. Her hands
reached out automatically to cup his head and hold him against her.
She reveled at the urgency to which Will worried her smooth skin.
When it had a light shade of red his tongue licked out to soothe the
rash he had created. She sighed at the sensation.

In the meantime Spike's hands had not been idle. They continued
with their mission to rid Buffy of her clothing, lifting the nightshirt up
until she was able to slip it above her head. She lay beside him now
with only her panties, writhing at his touch. He stopped the game he
was playing at the curve of her hip, to reposition himself. He covered
her with his body, letting her feel his heavy arousal.

"We're going to have to stop at the drug store today, luv." He
whispered as he kissed the tip of her nose. While he distracted her
with sweet kisses, he reached into the night table for another
condom. "We're running low on supplies," he waggled his eyebrows
at her, making her laugh.

Spike couldn't resist another kiss. Hearing her laughter, seeing the
happiness on her face, made him want to hold her in his arms and
kiss her until the end of the world. But too soon kisses weren't
enough, and Spike found himself pushing his boxers down and hastily
kicking them off. He ripped open the small package he held, but
Buffy stopped him before he could reach for his hardened member.

She smiled, taking the condom from him and encircling him with her
free hand. Spike groaned, loving the feel of her small hands on him.
Buffy took her time, placing the rubber at the very tip of his arousal,
then making a tight circle with her thumb and forefinger. She pushed
slowly, letting the condom descend inch by agonizing inch. It took
nearly all of Spike's control to not push her hand aside, shove the
condom on and drive himself inside her. He could tell how much
Buffy was enjoying this and that made him infinitely more patient than
he ever thought he could be.

Finally she had secured the protection on him and was guiding him to
her opening. They both sighed as he entered her and taking his cue
from Buffy, Spike set a slow lazy rhythm that drove them both crazy.

A few minutes into their lovemaking Buffy caught Spike wincing
slightly. "Oh God! Will, we shouldn't be doing this. You're still hurt."
Buffy stilled both their hips in concern.

"Buffy, luv," Spike kissed her deeply. "There's *nothing* I'd rather be
doing right now. It's just a few bruises." He reassured her.

"Well..." Buffy was wavering. She really didn't want to stop either, but
she hated the thought that making love to her was somehow causing
Will pain. "Could we maybe change positions? Maybe it wouldn't
hurt your side so much if I were on top?"

Spike's arousal doubled at the thought of Buffy taking control of their
lovemaking in that way and he eagerly agreed to the new position.

"Now don't move a muscle. I'll do all the work." She winked at him.
Slowly she began to raise her body only to languidly slide back down.
She was in the perfect position for Spike to reach out and play gently
with her breasts, causing Buffy to arch her back with a deep moan of
satisfaction.

Spike groaned, closing his eyes when the strain of resisting his body's
need for completion became too much. He took deep even breaths,
trying to calm himself down.

Buffy was close; she could feel the orgasm growing and the the first
rush as it built inside her. Wanting to insure Will's satisfaction she
began to work her muscles, squeezing gently. The hard ridge of flesh
pressed against her contracted walls, and pushed Will ovee ede edge.

"Buffy!" He cried out her name as he spasmed inside her.

She came before he could even complete his cry, her own body
shaking with the force of her climax. She collapsed on top of him, her
slim form adding hardly any pressure to his sensitive wounds. They
lay together for a long time, basking in the afterglow of their morning
romp, until there was a sharp rapthe the door.

"Maybe they'll go away." Buffy mumbled, but the knock came again.
Groaning she extracted herself from Will's embrace and grabbed her
nightshirt. Throwing it on, she ran to the bathroom to quickly splash
some water on her face and put on the bathrobe that hung on the
door. "Coming!" She called as she walked out into the main suite.

"If that's Xander, Wes, or Lorne, tell them to bloody come back later!"
Spike called from the bedroom. She could hear him rustling around
trying to find appropriate clothing to greet a visitor in.

Buffy threw open the door, a huge grin on her face. "Will says to - "
She cut her words off swiftly as she saw the state their visitor was in.
"Oh my, God. Harmony! What's the matter? Are you okay?"

Harmony stood in the entryway, tear tracks streaming down her
cheeks. She shook her head in the negative, unable to utter coherent
words. Buffy ushered her into the room, herding her toward the
couch. She ran to the bathroom to grab a box of tissues, returning
immediately to Harmony's side. Buffy offered the tissues to which
Harmony gave her a hesitant smile. The blonde dabbed at her tears,
in an effort to compose herself.

Finally Harmony spoke. "You'll probably think I'm ridiculous; silly to
care about a man who was such a monster. But...I can't...I mean I
thought I loved him, you know?" She gave Buffy a pleading look for
understanding. Buffy nodded, wanting to give Harmony whatever
support she needed.

"Are you worried about his trial? That he'll be going to jail?" Buffy
couldn't imagine *not* wanting Angel locked up forever, but she could
see how Harmony would be torn by the idea. Harmony shook her
head, a fresh burst of tears escaping. "What is it then?" Buffy
prompted.

Harmony looked up; eyes wet and bottom lip trembling. "Angel's..."
he had to stop to swallow the lump in her throat. "Angel's dead." The
words were whispered but they echoed across the room as if she'd
used a bullhorn. Harmony promptly burst into incoherent tears,
lunging toward Buffy to bury her face in the other girl's shoulder.
Buffy patted her back absently letting the shock of Harmony's words
penetrate her mind.

Buffy let Harmony cry herself out as the idea of Angel's death made
its way through her consciousness. She felt...wele fee felt a lot of
things. Relief that the threat was gone. Anger that Angel would
never be judged guilty. Sadness for the girl weeping in her arms.
Her emotions were so jumbled. She wasn't sure what she was
*supposed* to feel. Distantly she heard the shower running, her mind
supplying the fact that Will hadn't yet come out to join them.

"How?" The words left her lips without conscious thought. She
wanted to bite them back, not knowing how Harmony would take the
question. Wanting to kick herself for asking Harmony details of her
ex-lover's death. "Forget I asked. I'm sorry."

"No. It's okay." Harmony sniffled, lifting her head from Buffy's
shoulder. "I'm not sure exactly. The police called, they want me to go
down to the station, ide-de-dentify the body, answer some questions."
Harmony looked away, staring through the sliding glass doors and out
toward the ocean. "They said he was be-beaten." She stumbled over
the words. "But I think, the detective said something about a bullet
wound, too."

Buffy found that her initial shock hadn't been complete. "So, it wasn't
an accident?" Buffy's brow furrowed in confusion. "He was
murdered?"

"Yes." Harmony's bottom lip was trembling again, and Buffy opened
her arms to allow Harmony back into her embrace.


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Spike found them like that, huddled together on the couch. He'd
thrown on a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top after hopping out
of the shower. And was still scrubbing his hair with a dry towel as he
sauntered into the room when he stopped short at the sight of them.
He rushed toward them, his hand extended, "Buffy? What
happened? What's wrong?"

Buffy shook her head silently letting him know with her eyes that she
would tell him later. But before he could get the message Harmony
was already sobbing out the words. "Angel's dead!"

Buffy watched with a mixture of curiosity and confusion as Spike's
face went from shock, to anger, to a decidedly pale mix of both.
"Dead?" He repeated the word as if in disbelief.

"Yes, they found him this morning. He was beaten and shot." Buffy
hastened the words out before Harmony had to.

"Shot?"

"Yes." Buffy repeated.

Spike's gaze slid across the room, darting over objects he didn't really
see as he took in Buffy's words. Angel had been shot? The bastard
was gone? For good? He turned back toward the pair on the couch;
Harmony calmer now but still obviously badly affected by the current
turn of events. The sight of her made him want to offer comfort, but
he couldn't bring himself to say he was sorry for the monster's death.

Spike was still standing there debating his next move when there was
another knock on the door. He gestured to Buffy that he would
answer it, and quickly made his way to the entrance. He pulled the
door open and found himself confronted with several people of which
he wasn't expecting. He raised his eyebrow at Xander wanting to
know what was going on.

"Spike, man. They need to talk to you." Xander indicated the two
men standing behind him. Spike nodded at Salazar and Benson,
stepping out of the way so that everyone could enter the suite. Wes,
Lorne, Xander, and the two agents all made their way into the main
room.

"Ms. Kendall, Ms. Summers." Benson gave each of them a nod.
"Sorry to interrupt." Both agents looked discomfited by the crying jag
Harmony was still trying to control.

As one they both turned toward Spike. "We need to speak to you sir.
If you could get dressed, maybe you can accompany us back down to
the police station?" Salazar requested politely.

Spike gave them a puzzled look. "Police station? Why do you need
me down there? I told the DA that I would call her this morning to
setup another appointment." He stopped for a moment, chagrined.
"But I guess that won't be necessary anymore."

"Not necessary? What's going on here?" Wesley piped up. He had
noted the girls on the couch, and wondered at the agents' arrival, but
still had no clue as to what was happening. "Did something go wrong
with the trial date?"

"You could say that, sir." Benson answered. "The defendant is
dead."

The room was completely silent as the three new comers absorbed
the information. "And you need to speak with Spike because?"
Wesley prompted.

Again both agents turned toward the man standing in the middle of
the room. "Perhaps you could tell us where you got those cuts and
bruises, sir." Salazar gestured towards Spike's bruised arms and
scraped knuckles.

"I had an accident last night."

Salazar and Benson turned to look at each other, nodding to
themselves. "We'd still like it if you can come down to the station with
us, sir."

Spike stared back at them silently. Finally, he rubbed a dry palm over
his face. "Do I need a lawyer?"

"It might not be a bad idea, sir."

"No!" Buffy stood, throwing Harmony off her. She'd had enough of
listening to these ridiculous accusations. "He didn't do anything!
Angel was the criminal! Angel was the one who should be going to
jail!" Buffy's own tears had surfaced now.

Spike strode toward her quickly, wrapping her up in his arms. "Shhh,
luv. Don’t worry, nothing's going to happen to me. I didn't do
anything wrong. They'll see that soon enough." Spike whispered
comfort.

Buffy remained silent the entire time Spike was dressing, throwing
short furtive glances at the two men sent to take him away. Spike
returned to the main room, giving Buffy a warm kiss on the lips. "I'll
be back soon. The guys will go with me." He nodded his head
toward the three men waiting by the door. "Call Giles. Tell him to get
on the next available flight." Buffy nodded her eyes still moist with
tears.

The sound of the front door clicking shut was loud in her ears.