After a long, luxurious moment, Buffy pulled back and tilted her head to one side. His eyes traversed the long line of golden skin from her ear to her shoulder. She flashed him a mischievous look. "Thirsty?"

His eyes glazed over and he blinked several times, trying to focus. "What?"

"I said," she repeated, brazenly rubbing up against him, "are you thirsty?" She slipped one hand behind his head to pull him against her.

Spike swallowed convulsively. The scent of her arousal wafted up, tantalizing his senses. He felt himself growing hard as the heat from her body seeped into his, and the thrum of her blood mesmerized him

Rational thought was beyond him. Any possibility of saying no was completely drowned out by the song of her heartbeat. He lowered his mouth to the hollow of her shoulder and placed a chaste kiss in the dip before tracing the contour with his tongue.

He felt her wrap one lithe leg around him grinding her body into his and instinct took over. He slammed her back against the wall, then pulled back to fix her with a stare. "You best not start something you aren't ready to finish, love," he warned with a growl. He slid one hand down the leg wrapped around him while the other slipped under her shirt, fingers grazing over her breast to tweak the nipple.

She gasped, then smiled seductively, tongue darting out to lick her upper lip. "Oh, I haven't even begun." Without another word, she pulled his head back to her neck, thrusting her body against his in a wordless reply.

Spike snarled at the sensation, then gave himself over to it, and let the demon emerge. He traced the vein in her throat with his tongue while flicking her nipple with his thumb, eliciting small shudders from her. Firmly grasping her ass with the other hand, he pulled her against him as his fangs descended and punctured her throat. She cried out, pleasure and pain mingled. He rocked his hips against her in time with the pulls and swallows, felt her responding, her ragged breathing becoming faster, more syncopated - then at the last, slid his fingers under her skirt, under the elastic of her panties to twist her clit. She convulsed, a loud wail echoing through the crypt - and then collapsed in his arms.

He sank to the floor with her, moved to lean against the wall, cradling her on his lap. He licked the puncture wounds until they stopped bleeding, waited for her to regain her breath. Finally, she looked at him, a little glassy eyed, an expression of bliss on her face.

"You alright, love?"

"Mmm hmm," she murmured with a nod. Her hands wandered up and down his body, tracing the muscles on his chest, skimming over the top of his jeans - then she frowned as she took in the large bulge pressing against the zipper.

"Spike?" she asked, trailing a hand over the taunt denim, making him hiss in response.

"Yes love?"

He caught her wicked grin, and had a split second to wonder what she was up to before there was a 'ziiiip' and a hot, wet inferno engulfed him.

His head slammed back against the wall as his body stiffened under her hips, bucking in reflex against the sensation of her mouth on him, her tongue swirling around the tip, down his shaft.

She slid one hand over his hip, around to grip his ass, fingernails digging just enough to leave crescent shaped marks and add a tingle of pain to the pleasure. The other slipped down to fondle his balls caressing and squeezing them lightly, reducing him to shuddering gasps. He placed one hand on her head, not forcing or guiding, just stroking her hair.

"Buffy..." her name issued forth as a low moan, pleasure laced with desperation, dusted with raw need. And the response was for her to take him in, all the way, tongue repeatedly flicking over the head, rough and raspy and just hard enough, and he was so close, so closesoclose - and she bit him. Just a little. Just barely. But just enough, as she hollowed out her checks to create a suction, sucking hard, and still with the tongue rasping over, and then he was falling, and howling and thrusting and oh GOD how he loved this girl!

When he regained his senses, he found her snuggled against him, cat-got-the-canary expression on her face.

“I’m certainly not complaining, Buffy… but what brought that on, love?”