Note from archivist: Read all three, yes...even the Spuffy one at the start. This is all one story.
Buffy stared at the ceiling. Sleep... she needed some. Needed something...
The irritating vampire invaded her mind. Mouth to mouth, skin against skin, walls shaking, beds creaking, heart pounding, blood rushing, fighting for breath, fighting to be on top, just fighting and fucking... She squeezed her eyes shut. He was still there. Smirking.
Ten minutes later, she slammed her palms against the crypt’s door, crashing it against the wall. Her gaze clung to the planes of his bare chest. “Can’t sleep.”
“Come on, then,” he lifted the sheet and left no room for doubt about his ability to exhaust her.
The crypt’s door creaked... as if he wouldn’t wake. Spike sat and watched Xander creep inside. “It’s a bit late, isn’t it?”
Spike knew the boy was startled because his heart skipped a beat.
“Hi... didn’t mean to wake ya. It’s just that...” wiping his brow, Xander started spewing about his day... his very very bad day. “So my mind’s all worked up... and I can’t sleep and...”
Spike pulled the sheets off and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Instantly, he smelled the boy’s aroused state. “...and you want me to take your mind off it.”
Spike stared at the door. It was inevitable... it was close to morning, and time for him to sleep but he couldn’t.... because that door would open. It was like watching a bloody alarm clock...
He thrashed about, irritable from sleep deprivation. Tick, tock, tick, tock. And he didn’t even have a clock!
There. A click. A scraping sound.
“Good morning Spike,” Giles tried not to look at the semi-nude vampire.
“Giles! You too!?!” Spike groaned. “You people are giving me insomnia.” He flung the sheets open, “Get in and let’s get this over with.”
“What?” Giles weakly asked.
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