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They rode up the elevator in silence. As soon as the door shut behind them in Xander�s room, Buffy lost it. �How could you lie to me?� she yelled in a high-pitched voice. �How could you be so selfish?�

�Buffy, I don�t know what you mean,� he said. �What are you talking about?� He reached out to her, but she sidestepped him.

�The Elixir of Gordath,� Buffy said. �You knew that if you drank it, there was a chance it might kill you. You didn�t say a word, didn�t mention that it might overheat your body and leave you a pile of dust!�

�I didn�t want to worry you, sweetheart,� he said soothingly. �I just wanted to make you happy.�

�We are a couple,� she said shrilly. �You don�t get to make decisions like that without me. Not any more.�

They stared at each other for a moment, holding each other�s gaze. �I knew you wouldn�t let me do it,� said Spike slowly. �That�s why I didn�t tell you.�

�How could you be such an idiot?� she yelled, getting in his face.

He pulled away, angry. �All I wanted was to give you what any other man could,� he said. �I couldn�t ask you to marry me otherwise.�

�You thought that if you couldn�t knock me up I wouldn�t think you were a real man?� she said sarcastically.

�I was afraid that marrying me would make you settle for less,� said Spike passionately. �I wanted to be whole for you.�

She grabbed his shoulders, shaking him. �You could have died and left me alone!� she said, her eyes full of the pain and fear that thought caused. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as he rocked her back and forth.

�I�m sorry, Buffy, I�m so sorry,� he whispered in her hair.

�I love you,� Buffy said earnestly. �I�m so glad we�re having the baby, but all I needed was you.� He looked into her eyes and kissed her deeply, greedily tasting her mouth. She entwined her tongue with his, holding his head in both of her hands. He pulled away and untied her robe as he slipped it off her shoulders. She undid his belt and pushed his chest, toppling him backwards onto the carpet. She pulled off her nightgown and sank down on top of him, moving in harsh, powerful thrusts. He groaned and fondled her breasts. Gently, he swirled his thumbs over her nipples. She tightened all around him, shattering into orgasm.

�That was quick,� he said, surprised.

�My breasts are really sensitive,� she said breathlessly. �My nipples are all tingly.� He pulled her torso towards him and moved inside her with deep, slow strokes. He licked her nipple firmly, his tongue making it wet and hard. She came again, digging her nails into his shoulder.

�I could get used to this,� he said, as he moved inside her. With every flick of his tongue, she came, and each orgasm made her move on him faster and faster. He rolled on top of her and smashed them into a coffee table, which sent it crashing into the wall. He pulled out of her and then plunged back in as he grabbed her hips in a tight grasp. She savagely bit his shoulder, making him yell with pleasure and pain. He licked her neck and made her tremble, then bit down hard. She screamed and ripped her fingernails down his back, and they both cried out in pleasure, swept away by a towering inferno of sensation. �I�m guessing that they�re having the make up sex about now,� said Xander, slurring his words. �I just hope not where I�m going to be sleeping.� He picked up another vodka shot, and slugged it back.

�I think this hotel makes you want sex,� said Willow drunkenly. Five empty shot glasses sat in front of her, along with two huge, empty glasses shaped like hula girls. She twirled a small paper parasol in her fingers. �I don�t remember being horny before I got here.�

�We don�t get the sex,� said Xander sadly. �Tara and Anya are asleep upstairs.� He brightened. �Hey, we can have sex drinks, though.�

She looked at him blankly. �You know, Sex on the Beach, Slow Comfortable Screw, Swedish Blowjob,� he explained.

�Oh! I know some of those!� said Willow excitedly. �There�s Screaming Multiple Orgasm, and Sit On My Face, and Martian Hardon. The guys at Lowell House used to make those.� She grinned at Xander, taking his last shot and drinking it.

He motioned, and the bartender came over. �I�d like a Redhead�s Nipple and three more shots of Stoli.�

Willow smiled and gave him her order. �I�d like a Purple Elastic Thunder Fuck, please.�

Upstairs, Dawn sat on her bed, surrounded by candy wrappers. She held a rum and Coke. Two little bottles of Bacardi lay empty next to her. On her television, a man and woman writhed around, having sex to a pulsing soundtrack. Her mouth hung open, and she tilted her head, watching the action. �Damn,� she said, taking a big swig of her drink.

Buffy and Spike lay in bed, spooned together. �We should sleep, pet,� he said. �It�s almost three and we�re having breakfast at nine.�