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What A Way To Go by Irishrose
 
Exquisite Death
 
 
 
She could hardly believe it was her. Rising and falling, grasping the light fixture above her for the added leverage. "More!" was her only thought as she pushed harder against him. He stumbled backward, taking her with him and not missing a single beat nor shallowing his desperate thrusts as they crashed through the weakened floor of the delapidated building. Landing with a harsh crash, Buffy had scarcely noted that event, when she was suddenly left on her hands and knees straddling nothing more than a pile of jagged, splinted, kindling, covered in a a layer of Spike shaped dust.