Outside she found Spike sitting on a bench having a cigarette, he looked up when he heard her approach.

"How's it goin'?  Are you alright Spike?"  She asked with concern on her face.

"Yeah, it just gets me every now & then… The smell of human blood… I couldn't stand to be sitting that close and not do anything… I'm sorry Slayer, I can't help what I am… It's what I'm supposed to do…"  He trailed off, taking a long hard drag off his smoke and staring off into the opposite direction.

"I know Spike, I know it's hard for you, but you were able to fight the urge in there… You walked away, and you can't tell me that was anything but courageous."  Buffy soothed.

"Yeah."  Spike replied, not sure if she was telling the truth.

"Yeah, I think there are very few people who can walk away from temptation, especially when it's dangling right in front of your face.  Spike look at me."  Buffy put her hand on his face in order to
make him look into her eyes.  "I've seen such a change in you over the last few months, that it seems you have more soul inside you than ever… And plus without the pesky curse to boot."  She gave Spike a kiss on his nose and said, "Ok, we have to go around to the "D" wing corridor.  That nurse may be able to help us out.  Are you ok to join me?"

Yeah.. I'm good now."  Spike stamped put his cigarette and gave his woman a hug. "Let's get this show on the road!  I need to work off this energy"

"Well… depending on how late we will be with Nurse Tracey… we may be able to work it off at the hotel…" The slayer grabbed the vampire's hand as they walked toward the back of the hospital.


As Buffy and Spike were heading toward the D wing alleyway, they noticed it was empty.

"I wonder where she is?" Buffy questioned.

"Maybe she got held up at the front desk?"  Spike answered.

They looked around the dimly lit alley to see industrial garbage bins, smoke butts, and broken panels that looked like they were from the apparatus to view X-ray negatives.

After they finished scoping out the place out, the door opened to the hospital and out walked Nurse Logan.

"Spike, this is Tracey Logan," turning back to face Tracey, Buffy said, "Ok, what can you tell us?"

The demon started to say in the voice of the stolen identity of the nurse "I… I… wanted to tell you that…" Now the fully morphing into the Bolvarga demon visage, "You are going to die tonight Slayer!" Taking a swing at Buffy's head.

Buffy was startled for a brief second to see the change from woman to beast, before she ducked out of the way of the demon's arm.

"I don't think so mate," Spike ground out before sending a kick into the demon's mid-rift.

Buffy took in the appearance of the beast, it was scaly, yet slime.  It looked to be over 6 ½ feet tall, its eyes were red orbs and it's arms were long and at the end of the looked to be sharp talons.  She figured that is how it would dissect the victims.

Buffy came up with a left hook, spun around with a kick to the Bolvarga's head.  The Bolvarga demon didn't even look like it was being affected by the assault.

Buffy remembered the only way to kill this thing was to behead it.  Letting Spike take out his energy on the beast, Buffy tried to find something sharp, since they had left the big weapons in the car.  She had spotted the x-ray panels leaning against the wall.

"Those will have to do!" she said grabbing the biggest piece and yelling to Spike, "Duck!" He did and the demon turned in surprise to see this sharp glass fly through the air to slice off its head. The monster teetered a bit before it fell in two pieces to the ground. 
The greenish-blue liquid that oozed from the demon's neck bubbled like acid once it hit the ground.

"Well I guess we don't have to go visit any other hospitals tonight eh Pet?" Spike surmised.

"Nope," she answered, wiping the beads of sweat off her brow, "I guess this means more time for sightseeing in "lovely" San Francisco!"

"Yeah! `Lovely!'" Spike replied his voice dripping with sarcasm; he quickly changed the subject, "So... Luv… What do we do with this mess?"

"Well, we could burn it in the garbage bin, but then I don't really want to draw attention to the hospital with this.  Hmmm… I say we take it to that forest that was a few miles back and bury it… I think that will be our best bet… I'm sure we can find something in these bins to carry it outta here.  Why don't you go get the car and bring it back her… It's a good thing we got the car with lotsa trunk-space.
 

Chapter 13  
 

After they disposed of the demon, Buffy and Spike headed back to the hotel to call Giles and let him know what happened. While Buffy was on the phone, Spike had decided to take first dibs on the shower.

When Buffy was finishing up in the bathroom, Spike got the room sun proofed with the extra blankets from the hotel closet.

"Slayer, are you done in there?" Spike asked from the bed, "You don't need to do your hair if I'm gonna mess it up anyway." The last part said under his breath.

Buffy peaked out the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around her body.

"Spike… Who says I will let you mess my hair?"

"Oh… I didn't think you heard that…" He smiled cheekily.

"Oh I heard you alright… I do have slayer hearing you know… And besides… Since we are both fresh and clean from the demon `gook', I don't think I feel like getting all sweaty and icky again…" She knew she was bating Spike. The look on his face was priceless, if he actually thought she didn't want to have sex. Buffy decided to toy with him a bit longer.

"I mean," she said walking into the room making sure her towel would unhook by the time she was at the base of the bed, "Do you think that I could be in the mood after dissecting that slimy gross beast?"

Spike's mouth gaped as she teased him by trailing her hand from her neck, slowly moving down through the valley between her breasts, stopping and circling them absent-mindedly, knowing that she was driving him insane with lust.

"Please Spike… You must know me by now…" With that she pounced on the bed with a big smile on her face, attacking his mouth with fervor.

"I knew you didn't mean it Slayer… since I can smell your arousal a mile away!" Spike confirmed as he dipped his fingers into her wetness.

Buffy sighed as she felt his talented fingers inside her. Spike rolled her over and lapped up the droplets of water from her shower on her skin. Buffy lay back to enjoy the treatment she was receiving, stretching her arms above her head, and grabbing the headboard.

Spike stopped his ministrations, to peer up at his woman, his mate… He decided he was going to take his time with pleasing her tonight! The night was for them and no one else at this moment.

Spike started caressing her fingertips, down to the palm of her hand. Down her wrist with a feather-like touch to her elbow.

All the while Buffy lay still with her eyes closed.

"Such determination to lay still Pet?" Spike asked, "Why don't we up the stakes a little… No pun intended…."

Buffy opened her eyes… a scared look came across her features… "Um, Spike… What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I wager that I can make you cum without touching you… where it counts that is…"


"You've got to be kidding me!" Buffy said with amazement in her voice.

"That's right! So are you game?" He asked with a raised brow.

"What would be the reward?" Buffy asked, pondering the proposition in her head.

"Well… it could be breakfast in bed for a week." He replied.

"Breakfast? Yeah… and what would you make me huh? Blood pudding? Blood sausage?" Buffy joked.

"Now, now Slayer… I might add that I'm a very good cook when I need to be…" Spike defended himself.

"OK, ok… You're on. Prepare to make my eggs sunny side up, and cinnamon toast, thank you very much."

Spike was always up for a dare, especially if it was anything sexual, more so including his Slayer. He went back to her elbow and started circling it with his fingertips, then turning her arm so that he could kiss the inside crease. His tongue snaking out to her vein.

Down he went toward her armpit, passed her supple mounds, he lingered on her rib cage. His fingers traced each rib from side to midriff then over to the opposite side.

Buffy's breathing was becoming labored, but more so to keep from letting Spike know she was ticklish around her tummy.

Spike knew Buffy was ticklish, but he had to make sure to find all the pressure points for female orgasm.

Before the Boxer Rebellion, Spike had eaten an acupuncturist, but had learned a few things about pressure points and massage techniques that would bring any woman to orgasm. No one would ever say that `William the Bloody' was a selfish lover!

He knew that he had found one of the points around Buffy's belly button, by the way she was arching her hips. He trailed down her body, passing her centre of desire. His fingers lightly massaged her thighs down to the tender flesh behind her knee, there Spike knew would send her over the edge.

Buffy couldn't believe that she was experiencing this pleasure, and that he hadn't even caressed her breasts or entered her. She was tempted to let her own fingers do the walking, but she knew that Spike would call all bets off if he had noticed that she was helping herself along.

Spike found the area behind her legs that needed to be manipulated. In less than a minute Buffy was reeling from her climax, her hips bucking and her head tossing from side to side.

"How the hell did you do that??? I mean… WOW!! But God! WOW!!" She cried, trying to clear the stars from her vision.

Spike just had a big smirk on his face and said "Well luv, ancient Chinese secret!" Then crawled up her body. "I'm glad I was able to take the doubt out of your eyes!"

"I didn't doubt you Spike!! Well maybe for a minute! I will never doubt you again! She replied.
"Oh… And by the way, I like my blood heated to 98.6… `Thank you very much'." He said coining her phrase.

The two kissed deeply, which lead to the more traditional style of lovemaking.