"I thought I told you to wait in the car." Wesley's whisper is sharp, cutting through the hush of the public library.

"Got bored," Spike says, not bothering to lower his voice. "Shoulda left the boy with me."

"Shhhhhh. I would have, if I'd thought there was any likelihood of coming back to unstained upholstery."

"Xander!" Spike calls, looking around. He weathers equally blistering looks from the librarian and Wesley before stalking off to where a tanned hand waves above the stacks.

Xander pulls Spike hard against him, a hand tangling his gelled hair to pull him up for a deep kiss. "Come with me," he says, dragging a dazed Spike along.

The room is small and a little musty, but totally deserted. It looks like it's been that way for a while. By the time Wesley finds them, Xander's on his knees and Spike is cursing at the ceiling through gritted teeth. Wes shoves them, and answers Spike's growl and Xander's groan with a blinding smile.

"Those books you're leaning on are fragile," he admonishes, then takes Spike's mouth in a laughing kiss, twining a hand into Xander's hair.