Giles was sure he heard Wesley tell Fred not to worry as the bedroom door shut behind him and shook his head. Somehow, he wasn't surprised that Spike had driven Angel up the proverbial wall. The blond vampire was a bloody prat, and while Angel was by no means his favorite person in the world either, he certainly wouldn't wish William the Bloody on anyone.
Especially in incorporeal form.
Of course, all thoughts of Spike and Angel were soon out the window when Fred pressed up against him to kiss him. He smiled and reached up to tangled one hand in her hair while his other hand moved to her waist, rubbing over her skin and then down over her bum.
"You, Fred Wyndam-Pryce, have no shame," he told her with a laugh before letting out a soft groan as her lips moved over his neck. "I missed you too, love."
He wanted to tell her that he was starting to truly hate being apart from the two of them, the two people he loved most in this world, but he didn't dare. He knew that they had their life to live here - they wanted to help Angel, and he knew they would never leave him while they thought he needed them. And at the same time, he couldn't leave England, not with Council still in the midst of being rebuilt. He didn't want the same mistakes that had plagued it under Travers regime to be repeated, so he had to be there to help guide things.
"It feels so good to have you in my arms again, my love," he whispered instead, his hand caressing over her legs to between her thighs.