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Chapter Fifty

"Spike will you stop humming? If we get caught by my
father's guards we're SOL." Aria glared over at Spike
who had been whistling the Mission Impossible theme.
He shrugged and gave her a boyish grin but inside he
was just as worried and tense as Aria. He knew from
first hand experience just how bad things were for the
girls, he had been the one with Willow when she had
walked into the bloodbath at Doug's apartment, the
demon in him was raging that anyone dare touch the
members of his new family. He just was trying to keep
things light for both his and Aria's sanity.

"Your yapping doesn't help much either Luv." Winking
at her he strode past her to peer into the widow of
her father's study. "So it's in there?"

"Yes, I thought that I would go through the front
door. My father's guards are pretty much at the front
gates and on the grounds, he doesn't think anyone
would ever dare enter his home." Aria paused disliking
the thought of having to enter the home she'd grown up
in, the place where so many nightmares had happened.
"When I get inside I'll open the window for you." Aria
started to move off and Spike put out a hand to stop
her.

"You don't have to do this you know. I could go with
you or we could say bugger it all and figure out
another way to get our hands on that list." Concern
for her safety showed in his eyes.

"No, I can do this. We both know this is the fastest
and easiest way to do it." Aria reached out and
touched Spike's cheek and leaned over to place a soft
kiss on his lips. Turning and leaving before he tried
to stop her again Aria rushed to the front of the
house.

Her father wouldn't be home yet. Like most evil and
vile things that were employed by Wolfram and Hart he
kept late hours, ducking behind a bush at sight of an
approaching guard she held her breath as he passed.
Waiting for a moment to make sure that she was safe to
proceed, Aria went to the front door and took out her
set of keys to her former home.

Walking into the darkened front hall Aria steadied
herself as old memories flashed before her. The time
her father pushed her down the front stairs one
Christmas Eve when she was twelve, taking deep calming
breaths she hurried to her father's study, eager to
get Spike inside and near her. She always felt better
having him close by.

Opening the door to the study she peered into the
darkened room, she could smell the lingering scent of
her father's cologne and it almost made her gag.
Stepping quietly into the room she hurried to the
window and looked out trying to spot Spike. She almost
giggled at how his bleached blonde hair was almost
like a neon sign, unlocking the window she pushed it
open and waited for Spike to crawl through.

"Took your time with that didn't you, pet? I could
have had me a bloody picnic out here." Spike jumped
through the window.

Aria ignored his comment and headed to her father's
desk. "They're in one of these drawers."

"Do we need a key?" Spike asked ready to tear the desk
apart if need be.

"Are you kidding? My father has this firm belief that
no one would *ever* trespass on what is his. He thinks
of himself as some big bad ass." Aria snorted, opening
one of the drawers. "The guards are just for show."

Spike watched her from behind enjoying the view of her
bent over looking through the contents of her father's
desk. Not being able to stop himself he reached out
and caressed the left cheek of her ass. Aria jumped in
surprise and swatted his hand away. "Do you mind?"

"Can't say that I do." Spike chuckled, undaunted by
her playful swat he reached out again. This time he
stepped closer grinding his pelvis against her
backside, she was wearing the pair of sweatpants she
had been in when the building caught fire and the lose
material gave him the freedom to feel her moisture
already seeping from her core. His little spitfire was
already hot and ready for him.

"Oh Pet." Spike sighed in her ear, grinning at the
moan that was trapped deep in her throat. Reaching
around front he kneaded her right breast, pinching her
hardened nipple through the material of her shirt and
bra.

Aria closed her eyes and tried to remind herself of
the job they had come here to do but with Spike behind
her, his hardened shaft pushing into her and the magic
he was creating with his hands she couldn't think.
"Spike stop." Aria whimpered.

"Make me, Luv." Nuzzling her neck right above her
pulse point he heard Aria suck in a deep breath. 'Hell
if you can't beat them join them.' she thought
wickedly.

Turing around Aria reached out and placed her hand
behind Spike's head and brought him closer until their
lips met, with her other hand she eased the zipper to
his pants down freeing his cock and starting to pump
the length of him.

Growling at the pleasure that was coursing through
him, Spike thrust into her small hand while pulling
her pants down as well, lifting the little vixen up
off her feet and setting her on her pop's desk, he was
loath to change positions and causing her hand to
leave him. Kneeling in front of her, impatient to get
her shoes and pants off her body he leaned in and
inhaled her spectacular scent, eeparating her folds he
licked greedily at her juices.

Aria rocked into his face and laced her fingers
through his bleached blonde hair. This was too much,
the feelings he was able to create mixed with the fact
that she was perched on her father's desk with her
lover between her legs.

Spike inserted a finger into her wet core and a sense
of masculine pride washed over him as Aria bucked
against his hand and mouth whimpering his name over
and over. As he Added a second finger to the first
Aria had to bite down on her lower lip from crying out
in pleasure.

Spike felt her walls clamp around his fingers and he
sucked harder on her clit milking out her ecstasy.
Standing up quickly not able to wait a moment more he
sheathed himself into her hot heat and hissed at the
exquisite feeling. Aria wrapped her legs around his
waist and leaned back on her elbows allowing Spike to
drive deeper into her.

"Spike." Aria felt her stomach tighten and her head
went all fuzzy. Spike knew she was on edge and had
they been anywhere other than her father's home he'd
torment her longer but time was an issue. Reaching
between them he pinched her clitoris hard enough to
send her over the edge. muffling her moan of ecstasy
Spike thrust deep inside her three times and was
claimed by a soul wrenching orgasm.

Aria leaned her head against Spike's chest and
giggled. "That's not quite the sound a man wants to
here from his lover after mind blowing sex, pet."
Spike grumbled.

"No, I was laughing because we just had sex on my
father's desk." Spike grinned with her. "We need to
find that list and get back." Aria pushed Spike back
so she could hop down from the desk and retrieve her
clothing.

Spike pulled up his pants and started pilfering
through the desk again. "Well, well what do we have
here?" Pulling out several files that Aria had never
seen before. "Looks like your Daddy and some big wigs
at good ole Wolfram and Hart have a little laundering
scheme going on." Aria took the files from Spike
skimming through the records of Adam Gallagher's
latest embezzlements with Spike reading over her
shoulder.

"Why would he keep something so incriminating in such
an easy place to find?" Aria's eyes were wide.

"You said it yourself, your daddy doesn't think anyone
would ever dare intrude on him." Spike stuffed the
files into his jacket. "We may have a use for these.
We need to get that list."

"Viola!" Aria waved the list triumphantly and was
rewarded with a long passionate kiss from Spike.

"Let's go get our girls." Spike lead the way out of
Aria's former home mentally noting that this would be
the last time he'd allow his little she cat anywhere
near it.

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"Lindsey?" Angel had been watching the young man
brooding in the dark and decided it was time to pull
him out. They needed to come up with a plan and as
loath as Angel was to admit it, Lindsey was great at
putting a plan together, perhaps Lindsey's talents
would be able to benefit the good fight this time.
"Spike called. He and Aria are on their way back, they
got the list."

Lindsey took in the view from the top of the building,
he had been on the roof for close to an hour fighting
back the tears that were welled up in his eyes. He was
scared, perhaps more than he ever had been in his
entire life. Just knowing it was a strong possibility
he could lose Douglass and his unborn child was
tearing him apart

"You know, I used to think that karma was something
the weaker of the species would spout to make
themselves feel better about their pathetic existence
but you know what? They were right, I am getting what
I deserve. I changed too late and now Doug and the
baby are paying the price." Sweeping a hand through
his hair as he blinked the moisture from his eyes.

"I never pictured you one for self pity. Not a pretty
sight." Angel gauged Lindsey's reaction, not wanting
to push the other man too far.

Lindsey looked at the vampire sharply. "Of all people
I would think that you'd understand the most. Willow's
missing too." Angel flinched and his hands naturally
formed into fists. "You haven't stopped to think that
you're also getting what you deserve? That after all
the pain and suffering that you have inflicted in your
life, it's your turn now?"

Angel stood silently looking over his city. "Of course
I think it Lindsey. I'm always thinking that I don't
deserve the good fortune I have. I don't deserve the
loyal friends I have, I didn't deserve the second,
third and fourth chances I have gotten and I most
definitely don't deserve someone as pure of heart and
soul as Willow but I can't stand around beating myself
up for it every time I'm in the middle of a crisis."

"You're right, you don't deserve someone like Willow."
The two men heard the female voice from behind. Angel
looked over his shoulder and spotted the owner of the
voice, staring back at him, hands crossed across her
chest.

"Buffy." Angel inwardly groaned. "How long have you
been standing there?"

"Long enough to know that you and my best friend have
been lying to me." Spinning around Buffy stalked away,
stopping at the roof entrance and turning around back
toward Angel. "You know, you keep saying that you're
not human, that you're a demon. Well, I disagree
because you sure as hell act like every male I have
ever known."

"How's that Buffy? From how I see it I gave you a
chance at a new life. One without the torment and pain
our love inflicted on us, it tore my heart out to
leave you. I hated this damn city when I first got
here. But it *was* for the best . Face it, what we had
wasn't going to work, no matter how many times we
tried. No matter how long the breaks from one another
that we had." Angel saw Lindsey shuffle awkwardly out
of the corner of his eye. He was glad the lawyer was
here, confrontations with Buffy usually ended up
messy, not that Lindsey could do much good up against
Buffy's strength but with a moderator it was less
likely she'd attack. "Plus we've both changed from who
we were. I needed the space to be able to make that
change. I needed Cordelia and Wesley there reminding
me that I was doing good, that I should lighten up and
join the living. I couldn't do that with you, I was
always reminded of what I was, what I did."

"So it'll be any different with Willow?" Buffy spat
back at him.

"Its already different between Willow and I. I'm not
trying to prove that I'm good, that I was nothing like
Angelus. She has the faith and trust in me that you
were unable to find. Face it Buffy, the two of you are
as different as night and day."

"You can say that." Angel glared at the slayer's
remark.

"I meant that as a compliment toward Willow." Angel
threw back.

Lindsey tried to inch away from the fighting pair, the
more he heard the more he began to understand Angel.
Taking another step, he saw Angel shoot him a look
that read a pleading for him to stay, thinking for a
moment, Lindsey gave a short nod back.

"Willow is my best friend. Why did you have to pick
her?"

"Please Buffy, when was the last time you called
Willow to just talk girl talk? Or come to visit her?"
Lindsey cringed at the anger in the vampire's words.

"What are you trying to say?" Buffy took a challenging
step forward.

"What do you think I am saying? The slayerettes aren't
much use for you anymore now that you can play army
with the guys." Angel looked at the blonde's hurt
expression and felt like kicking himself. "Buffy, this
is just what I am talking about. We become like two
five year olds fighting over a toy every time we get
together."

"I won't accept that."

"You're going to have to." Angel motioned for Lindsey
that it was time to leave and the ex-lawyer let out a
long sigh, maybe it was a good thing he didn't have
any past loves.