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His lips were cool and soft against hers. She didn't like to compare, but some days she couldn't stop herself.
Both their kisses were full of longing, the type of aching need she returned. Only Angel's always felt tainted with guilt. And maybe she understood a little that felt, knowing what her friends, what Giles would say; she wondered if Spike tasted shame on her lips.
But Spike's kisses were flavored with wonder. As if he couldn't believe she'd give herself to him like this. And that made her feel even guiltier.
Who was the Big Bad in this scenario?