Buffy sighed as she pulled herself over the fence of the Sunnydale Zoo, groaning when she felt her skirt snag on the sharp points of the fence.

She swore as she untangled it, her eyes narrowing.  

I swear to God...every demon must have my date schedule on hand so that they can pick the most inconvenient time to raise some hell fiend, she thought miserably as she dropped down on the other side of the fence.

She finally got some time off from slaying to meet Angel for some coffee, but noooo...she had to cancel to beat up some dumbass demon that thought it would be nice to use some tigers to create some havoc.

Well, now the demon had a problem on his hands.  Hell hath no fury like a dateless Slayer.

Buffy grumbled, hefting her sword as she trotted in the direction of the tiger cage, unconsciously keeping a wide berth of the hyena holding pen.  She really didn't want to go through that again!

She paused near the cages, frowning when she heard the sounds of fighting.  Don't tell me there's more then one!  Gawd!  This night gets better and better!

She held her sword more firmly in her hand and leapt out, then froze in shock.  

       She watched as Spike fought the very demon she had come here to kill, smoothly avoiding a chop of the demon's wide ax before punching the demon in the face.  

       Spike whirled, swearing as he felt the ax scrape against his favorite duster, then ducked underneath the demon's arms and gripped it by the head, deftly twisting it's neck.  

       A slightly sickening pop sounded in the air, and Spike allowed the demon to fall to the ground dead before giving it a final kick, shaking his head as he turned towards the tiger cage.

       He was apparently still unaware of Buffy's presence as he lit up a cigarette, watching as the orange and black animals moved restlessly in their cage, unaccustomed to fighting going on outside.

       Buffy glared at him before stepping forward, "You know, if you were planning on coming here and killing that thing, you could have at least told me," she complained and Spike started in surprise, nearly  yelping.

       He quickly recovered himself, glancing in her direction, taking in her sword and wide stance, ready for an attack.  

       He shrugged, turning back to the Tigers, "Didn't know, pet...he just showed up."

       Buffy stared at him in confusion, "Uh...aren't you going to attack me?"

       "Animals are upset as it is, Slayer," Spike replied, watching her out of the corner of his eye, ready just in case she rushed him, "Don't feel like panicking the beasts."

       "If you didn't know he would show up, then why the hell are you here?"

       Spike sighed, rolling his eyes, "Couldn't very well come during the day, now could I?  Really give the kiddies a show, what with me bursting into flames and all."

       "Spike...William the Bloody...came to the Zoo?"  Buffy giggled, "What?  Do you go to Disney Land, too?"

       Spike shrugged, "What of it?"

       Buffy stared at him in shock, then started laughing, and Spike glared at her, "Can't a fellow enjoy life a little without you laughing at him like some crazed hyena?"

       "Sorry...just imagining Drusilla in one of those mouse ear hats!"

       Spike eyed her warily, wondering when in the hell she had been going through Drusilla's stuff before realizing she was only kidding.  

       "Yeah...right...ha ha," he said sarcastically, pointedly looking at his watch, "Shouldn't you be sucking face with the grand Poof right now?"

       "Funny, Spike...well, actually...it really wasn't."

       Spike rolled his eyes, cursing his luck.  Nights of all nights for the Slayer to show up was when he could actually get out of the factory without Dru bugging him.  She was too wrapped up in her beautiful, albeit creepy, visions at the moment to care what he did.

       Suddenly, one of the tigers roared and leapt at the cage, making both vampire and Slayer jump in surprise.  "Oh...man!"  Buffy groaned, peering through the darkness as she caught sight of two more demons that resembled the first climbing the fence on the other side of the cage.  "Don't tell me I have to go in there!"

       Spike chuckled, "By all means, Slayer, let the tigers finish the job for me."

       Buffy glared at him before latching onto the fence, keeping a wary eye on the tiger below her as she began to climb.  Giles owed her big time for this.

       "Why is nothing ever simple on the Hell Mouth?"  She asked rhetorically, then froze when she felt the chain link fence to which she was clinging vibrate.  

       She looked down and saw Spike climbing up after her, "Now what the hell are you doing?"  

       "Don't get your knickers in a twist," Spike replied, idly noting that they weren't twisted at all.  Leave it to the Slayer to climb into a tiger pen wearing a skirt and thong!  "I happen to like tigers and decided I wanted a close up of teeth and claws and the like."

       "Just don't get in my way!"  Buffy snapped, wondering why in the hell she always seemed to get stuck with the insane vampires.  I bet the other Slayers didn't have this trouble!

       She reached the top, and waited for the tiger who had leapt at the cage to move away and head towards the demons who were slowly climbing down on the other side, sighing.  

       She heard one of them scream as a tiger latched it's claws into its leg, yanking him off the fence, and flinched as she watched them bat the demon around like a huge, ugly kitty toy.  

       "Oops...guess they don't fancy the idea of becoming whatever the hell they were going to be turned into," Spike observed and Buffy rolled her eyes.

       "According to Giles, those dumb asses are going to make some kind of Tiger-demon-God thing..."

       "Tiger-demon-God thing...that's all you bloody know?"

       "Giles does the research!  I do the slaying...so excuse me if I'm not all up on stupid demon terminology!"

       Spike grumbled beneath his breath, unable to believe she had beaten him so many times as he dropped down into the pen with her.  

       The only other demon had began to chant as the tigers played with his friend, obviously a Kamikaze demon.  Great...they need suicide demons to do this?  What the hell are they bringing forth?

       Spike glanced at her, raising an eyebrow, "Well?"  

       "Well what?" Buffy repeated, striding determinedly towards the demon, "Slayer!  I need a bloody weapon!"

       "Should have thought of that before coming in here, fang breath," She shot back, then rolled her eyes, tossing him a stake.

       "Oh...I see how it is...you get the fucking sword and I get the stake?  That's real fair."

       She ignored him as she held up her sword, "Hey!  Buddy...didn't you read the signs?  No feeding the animals!"  

       The demon looked up in surprise, then hurriedly resumed his chanting, flinging some herby looking stuff towards the tigers, his eyes wide.  

       Spike veered off to the left while Buffy headed towards the right, attempting to trap the demon in between them.  Spike grimaced, watching as a tiger growled, ripping open the demon's stomach and pulling out a long string of entrails.  Don't they feed the poor bastards?

       Buffy let out a yell before charging the demon and Spike followed through with his own.  

       Stake and blade met flesh at the same moment, and the demon let out a choked, final word before slumping to the ground dead, "Kali..."

       Spike and Buffy exchanged a look as every one of the tigers let out  simultaneous pained roars, and turned to look at them.  

       All of their eyes were glowing an unnatural red and Buffy groaned as their skin appeared to shrivel even as they grew bigger.

       "His last words on Earth...and it was that?"  She said sarcastically, and Spike glanced down at his stake, "Really wanting a sword now, Slayer..."

       "Tough titty, said the kitty, but the milk's still good."

       "I don't think them kitties are thinking about milk right now, pet," Spike pointed out as they continued to lose form and grow.  

       There were three tigers in the pen, and all of them now were starting to resemble black and orange giants, their skin hanging off of their bodies as one of them started to stand on his hind feet, growling.

       Buffy nearly yelped as it rushed them, and rolled, narrowly avoiding a vicious swipe of claws.  She was back on her feet in an instant, blocking an attack, trying to keep the tiger-demon at bay with her sword.

       Spike was having worst luck, his weapon necessitating closeness, and he swore as one of the tigers swiped at him, slicing through his leather jacket and scraping against his arm.  

       He could feel his blood running down his body, and he snarled, vamping out as he punched a tiger in the face, then found it was not a good idea when he opened his fist on one of the sharp teeth.  "Fuck!"

       Buffy heard him yell as she sent a flying kick towards the tiger she was fighting, driving him back a bit with the blow to the chest.  She snapped her leg upwards, hitting him in the chin next before rushing towards Spike.  "Back to back?"  

       "Yeah...right...that'll work," Spike muttered, but he still fell into position behind her, hoping he could trust her to watch his back, while she was hoping the same of him.

       Spike ducked another claw swipe, glaring at the three tiger-demons surrounding them, "Bastards!  I really love this jacket!"  

       Buffy nearly gasped when she saw the rent in the leather, her anger flaring up, "Hey!  I was going to steal that when I killed you!  Try to keep it one piece, for God's sake!"  

       Spike glared at her, "Your concern for my hide touches me, Slayer."

       She was about to retort, but yelped as she dragged Spike to the ground, a tiger leaping towards them.  Luckily, it flew over them, and crashed into one of his brothers, sending them rolling towards the water pit near the tiger house.  

       As soon as they hit the water, they immediately began to shrink and return to normal, and Buffy grinned, "Get the other one to the water!"

       "What?"  Spike eyed the last remaining tiger while trying to watch the two normal ones.  They might not be demons any longer, but they could still do some damage.  "How do you propose I do that?  Ask him if he wants a bloody flea dip?"

       Buffy glared at him, "You could at least help!"  

       "What do you call me sitting in a friggin' tiger pen getting sliced and diced, you stupid bint?"

       "I may not know what that means but you're still going to get your ass kicked for that!"

       The remaining tiger-demon took a swipe at them, and the two arguing blonds ducked, "Shit!"  Buffy shoved Spike out of the way, and was knocked to the ground by the tiger, gasping when she felt it's claws dig into her side.  

       Spike jumped back to his feet, and leapt on top of the attacking demon, driving his stake right between its shoulder blades, hitting the heart.

       The demon-tiger screamed in pain, batting Spike off of him, but he was already dying and Buffy grunted as it slumped against her, pinning her to the ground.  

       Spike watched the other tigers carefully as he shoved the shrinking demon off of the Slayer and she moaned softly, clutching her bleeding side.

       He helped her to her feet, and she swayed slightly, squeezing her eyes shut against the pain.  Spike sighed, seeing she wasn't really up to climbing the fence again and hefted her over his shoulder, ignoring the sudden flaring pain in his arm as he did so.  

       He barely got over the fence and down the other side without dropping her, but he managed, and once he was safely on the ground, he set her down.  

       Buffy immediately collapsed on her butt, shaking her head, "Next time Giles tells me something's going down at the Zoo, he can come here and take care of it himself!"

       "Oh...stop your bellyaching," Spike muttered, shrugging out his duster and staring mournfully at the ruined duster, "Great...just bloody great...I should have known you'd do this!"

       "Me?"  Buffy glared at him, "I seem to remember the tiger taking a swipe at you, not me!"

       "Yeah...well...if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been in there in the bloody first place!"

       "Yeah?"  She started to stand up, then winced, plopping back down again.  "Ow."

       Spike rolled his eyes, kneeling beside her, "Lift your shirt."

       "What?  No!"  Buffy crossed her arms over her chest, horrified.  

       "Fine!  Then get gangrene and die!"  

       Buffy eyed him doubtfully, then sighed, pulling her shirt off, trying not to blush when Spike looked her over.  She was glad she decided to wear her sports bra, instead of going sans as usual.

       Spike winced, "It's deep, pet...maybe you need a hospital..."

       "NO!  No hospitals!  I hate hospitals!  Plus, my mom will freak if she finds out I was in here in the middle of the night!"

       "How will she know?"

       "Where else am I going to get scratches like that?"  Buffy pointed out, gesturing at the three slashes down her side.  "It'll be healed in a few hours anyhow...perks of being a Slayer."

       Spike shook his head, then took off his red button-down shirt, swiftly tying it around the still bleeding wound.  

       Buffy eyed him warily, "Why in the hell are you helping me?"

       "Can't have my favorite Slayer dying before I get a chance to kill her," He replied lightly, and she rolled her eyes, "Oh...that's the reason...you're so full of shit, Spike."

       "Language, luv!"  Spike looked genuinely shocked, "Where did you learn words like that?"

       Buffy rolled her eyes again, "I'm not three!"  She shot back at him, tightening the shirt around her abdomen and reaching for hers.

       "No...you're not at that," Spike muttered, and Buffy looked up at him as he straightened, her eyes widening slightly when she realized she was eye-level with his crotch, and then they popped almost all the way open when she identified the bulge in it.

       "Uh...thanks...Spike...but really gotta...be not here right now..." Buffy stammered out, suddenly flustered, a little heated from their battle, "So...I'll...uh...yeah...bye..." she made to move off swiftly, but Spike gripped her arm, pulling her gently back towards him, and she couldn't quite find the strength to resist.

       Spike smirked at her, raising an eyebrow, "What's wrong, luv?  Didn't like what you saw?"

       "Saw?  I didn't see anything...I'm late for Angel...and my mom...curfew..." Buffy inwardly swore at herself, unable to believe she was practically stuttering...to Spike of all people!

       "What?  Angel not giving it to you good?"

       She gaped at him, then swung her fist, connecting with his chin, "You pig!"

       "I take that as a no.  What?  Fumbly in the bedroom?  Surprising...he used to be so good too..."

       "All right...fact one...eww!  Didn't need to know that!  And two...what Angel and I do is none of your business!!"

       Spike raised an eyebrow, chuckling, "Ah...the grand 'airball left you to your own devices, I take it...he's not usually so patient."

       Buffy glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest, "For your information, he's sweet!"  She glanced away briefly, cursing at Spike in her head.  That was actually one of her pet peeves at the moment.

       She loved Angel with all her heart, but he didn't want to be pushy at all, and wanted to wait till she was ready.  But she had been for a while.  And figures...he still doesn't get past the kissy-gropey stage...

       Spike was still watching her, that infuriating grin on his face, "What are you looking at?"  She snapped at him, and he shrugged, "Just wondering how you can be with the poofster.  Obviously, he ain't pleasing you..."

       "Shut up!  And what the hell do you know about me?  Or women for that matter?  You're dating Queen Looney Tunes!"

       "Oh,"  Spike lowered his head slightly, "I know plenty, Slayer...probably teach you a few things..."

       Buffy rolled her eyes, "Yeah...right...dream on, Spike.  What?  Do you think you're the Don Juan of the Undead?  Don't make me laugh."

       Spike took a step towards her, and Buffy barely resisted to take an answering one back, choosing instead to stand her ground.  She nearly swore, realizing her sword was still in the tiger cage, and she had given Spike her only stake.  Shit, shit, shit...

       He was almost close enough now to reach forward and shove her, and Buffy held her chin up defiantly, "Go home, Spike...I have to clean up here..."

       His eyes flashed yellow for a brief second, and Buffy bit the inside of her cheek to keep from yelling.  It's just Spike...you can beat him...even if you don't have a weapon, and he does...All right, so maybe she couldn't, but she wasn't about to let him intimidate her.  She was the Slayer, for Chrissakes.

       However, she was unable to keep her body from tensing up when he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, and her eyes narrowed, "What are you doing?"

       He smirked at her again, pressing his tongue against his bottom lip, the organ strangely red looking while the rest of him was pale.  "How 'bout it, Slayer...?"

       "About what?"  She looked him over suspiciously.

       Spike rolled his eyes before looking back down at her, "Give us a kiss...and I'll do the cleaning up and you go home to Peaches."

       "What?!"  She nearly shrieked, and the tigers, still agiated from their ordeal roared in fright.

       "Christ, woman...you think I just asked you to saw off your leg," Spike said, shaking his head.

       "You want me to kiss you?"  She lowered her voice with some effort, "Why in the hell would you want that?"

       "To prove a point," Spike replied testily, "Now, unless you feel like picking up demon chunks out of a tiger cage, pucker up, baby."

       Buffy snorted, her eyes flitting towards the cage, the wheels turning in her hand.  She really didn't want to go back in there, and her side throbbed like hell, so it would be a huge pain in the ass getting the two demon bodies over the fence...not to mention the two-hundred plus pound tiger.

       "Fine...one kiss, you clean, I leave."

       Spike grinned, "Thatagirl...that wasn't so hard, was it?"

       Buffy shook her head, "Just...do it..."

       Spike gripped her by the arms, and dipped his head down, pressing his lips against hers.  After a few seconds, he pulled up, "Jesus, Slayer...you're like kissing a bloody Nun!"     

       "So what?  It was a kiss."  

       Spike glared at her, "No deal...kiss me like you would Angel..."

       "Oh...now I have to kiss you?  You're changing the deal!"

       "Just do it," he growled her words back at her, and she rolled her eyes, "Fine, fine...I better be getting good payback for this," she grumbled, then wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down towards her.

       Whenever Angel had kissed her, it was always sweet, and lingering, seeming to last forever.  

       Spike, however, seemed to devour her with his lips.  It was a hungry and hard, and she arched into him as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer as his tongue swept into her mouth, drawing hers into a silent battle of wills.  

       She finally had to pull away, finding herself needing to breath, and she gulped in the air, her eyes wide as she stared up at Spike in surprise.  

       His kiss was so not supposed to feel that good.  And she was so not supposed to be wanting him to do it again.

       And she definitely wasn't supposed to be aching in places that had no right to be aching when she was trapped in Spike's arms.  Nu-uh, no way...

       Oh, and by the way, she so really wasn't supposed to be pulling his head back down to her with a small moan.  

       Spike was surprised by her bold move, but he bit back the urge to ask her who was changing the deal now.  He may be a smart-ass, but he sure as hell wasn't dumb.  

Her hands dug into his hair as their tongues curled around each other, and he groaned as she sucked his into her mouth.  

Buffy arched into him as his hands traveled down her body, and nearly bit both of their tongues when he cupped her breasts through her shirt.  

She pulled away suddenly, nearly shoving him backwards as she stumbled away from him.  "No...this is wrong...Angel..."

Spike cocked his head, his blue eyes burning intensely into hers, and she swallowed heavily, feeling a short flash of fire shoot directly to her womb.  "Angel...I love...uh...Angel..."

"This isn't about love, Slayer," Spike said softly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he moved towards her, his movements quick and graceful, like the predators in the cage beside them, "It's just about fucking...mindless, meaningless, no repercussions...you, me...that's it."  

Buffy bit the inside of her cheeks, trying to will her body to move, but apparently, while her sanity took a brief walk before, her entire body had taken a vote and impeached her brain from office.  Apparently, not only guys could be ruled by what was below the waist.

She remained still as Spike approached her, her eyes still wide.  Angel, Angel, Angel!  Her mind yelled, but her body was screaming, Fuck it...oh...and while you're at it, fuck him.

In one, quick move, she was once again in Spike's arm, trapped between his hard body, and the handrail seperating the cage from the path.  Both felt cool to the touch and she moaned, telling her mind to shut the hell up for once.  

Spike leaned over her, and she parted her lips, waiting for him to kiss her again, but instead, he trailed his lips along her jaw, his hands coming up to bury themselves in her hair.  

She tilted her head to the side, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt his cool lips brush along her neck, dimly realizing that he could bite her...that she was at his mercy.  

She tensed slightly, but relaxed as Spike growled against her throat lustily.  He removed his hands from her hair, sliding them down her body and lifted her shirt over her head.  

Buffy pulled his head back to hers, capturing his lips as she slid her hands inside his black t-shirt, feeling the cold, smooth skin of his back slide beneath her fingers almost like silk.

He pulled away from her, jerking his shirt over his head roughly and tossing it aside before yanking her against him, and Buffy moaned when her stomach came into contact with his hardness.  

Spike looked down at her as she raised her eyes to meet his, nearly gulping when he saw the needy, wanting look that he was sure was being reflected back at her in his own.  

He knelt a bit, holding her against him as he sucked a rosy nipple into his mouth, using one hand to knead the other, feeling the soft, heavy globe thoroughly.  

Buffy immediately gasped, throwing her head back as he teased and suckled her, feeling a slow, burning fire ignite in her as he switched to her other breast.  

He used his free hand to lift her skirt over her hips, and he dipped his hand into her panties, his fingers finding her soft, swollen folds.  He nearly groaned when he felt her already wet for him, the smell of her arousal filling his nostrils.  

At this rate, I'll be lucky if I don't bloody cum in my pants, he thought before pulling her panties down and tossing them to the side with his shirt.  

He bent her over the handrail, but she gasped in pain and he looked up in mild alarm, remembering the gash along her side.  He contemplated it for a few seconds, "Turn around," he muttered softly, and she frowned, doing so.  

Spike gripped her hands and held them to the hand rail as he gently nudged her over it, taking some of the pressure off of her sore side.  

He let go of her to lift her skirt over her hips, and slid off his jeans.  He then spooned himself against her back before nudging her legs apart.  

Buffy moaned softly when she felt his cool skin pressing against hers, then jumped when she felt his cock poke at her entry.  Oh...fuck...

Spike grinned, moving her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck before slowly entering her.  

She gasped in pain as he broke her hymen, the sensation of him filling and stretching her almost too painful to comprehend. Her eyes squeezed shut as a few tears ran down her face.

Spike's eyes widened in surprise when the smell of blood hit the air, and he withdrew from her, "Oh...fuck!  Slayer!  Why the bloody hell didn't you tell me you're a...fuck!"  

She looked over her shoulder at him, glaring lightly, "You didn't ask..."

"Shit..." Spike stared at her for a few minutes, swallowing heavily.  He hadn't pegged her for a virgin, not the way she dressed...and danced for that matter!  

He looked at her doubtfully, before softly asking, "Are you okay?  I mean...I know it hurts, or something..."

She was surprised by his sudden concern, "Who are you and what have you done with Spike?  He promised me a good fucking..."

Spike moaned, wrapping his arms around her waist, careful to avoid the scratches in her side, "Baby...are you sure?"  

"You got me all hot and bothered," she complained, "And I am so not going home to my damn vib..." she suddenly cut off her own words, and Spike chuckled, watching as a slow blush seemed to creep across her entire body.  

"No shame in admitting it, luv," he assured her, "Girl's got to have something."

Buffy shook her head, then closed her eyes with a small hiss as once again Spike entered her, but he went even slower this time, careful not to hurt her.  

Spike's eyes literally crossed as he buried himself inside her hot passage.  He had never had sex with a mortal since he had been turned, and he cursed at himself, unable to believe what he had been missing.  The heat and the pure smell of human arousal was doing him in quite nicely.

However, he forced himself to remain still, feeling her painfully shudder against him, and he caressed her hair and neck, murmuring in her ear that it was all right, the pain would pass.

To say the least, Buffy was more then a little confused.  Not because of the pain, she expected that, she had done her reading.  It was because, here she was, Slayer of evil things, having a soulless demon take her virginity in a zoo of all places, and having him whisper sweetly in her hair, tenderly caressing her.  

This was Spike, William the Bloody, murderer of two Slayers, and countless others, tenderly trying to make love to her.  

Soon, she nodded when she felt herself adjust to him, and he slowly rocked against her, still whispering in her ear.  

The pain lessened as her arousal grew, and she whimpered softly.  Immediately, Spike paused, and she groaned, "That was a good thing, dummy..." she said breathlessly, then shuddered when she felt him chuckle against her skin.

He resumed his movements, still desperatly to remain in control as he reached around her, cupping her breasts in his hands, closing his eyes as he massaged the full globes.  

Buffy's breath soon came in shattered pants as he continued to slowly torture her, his fingers tugging at her hard nipples and she crooned a bit loudly, giving herself a slight shove backwards, her head flying up as he shifted, hitting her clit with his next thrust.  

"Liked that, did you?"  He asked coyly, and she nodded, unable to form words at the moment.

He grasped her hips, straightening as he began to pound into her a little more roughly, then encouraged by her sounds of pleasure, he gripped her tighter and started to earnestly slam into her, purposly angling them so he hit her clit each time.

Buffy's eyes were squeezed shut, and she started to say his name, almost babbling it as she felt the pressure build up in her womb, needing release.  Her hand left the railing to reach underneath her body and she began to desperatly rub herself, needing the friction.

Spike chuckled again when he saw what she was doing, and she mewled in protest when he forced her hand away, "Let me do the work, baby...can't have my woman pleasuring herself...my ego's fragile."

His hand soon replaced hers, and he pinched her hard nubbin between his fingers, and she screamed as she flew over the edge, slumping forward weakly, seeing stars fly past her at a million miles per hour.

Spike grunted, gripping her around the waist and slammed into her a few more times, then howled as he buried himself inside her, his demon coming to the forefront as he came deep inside her.

He collapsed against her, still sheathed inside her, her inner walls fluttering around his slowly softening cock.  "Cor...pet..." he kissed the side of her neck, feeling her pulse beneath his lips, and he felt his demon clamour for her blood.

Buffy looked towards him, her eyes widening when she saw his yellow eyes staring at her throat, and whimpered a bit fearfully.  However, Spike fought back the demon, and she watched as his face melted into his normal, handsome features, and he smiled slowly as he turned his blue eyes on her.

He slowly withdrew from her, then pulled her against his nude body, wrapping his arms around her.  

As she recovered from her first act of lovemaking, her brain came back to visit, and her eyes widened, "Oh...God...what did I just do...?"  

She pulled away from Spike, staring at him in horror, "Oh...God...God...God..." she said over and over again, as if the simple act of evoking the Lord's name would make it all disappear, like it would never happen.

Spike almost looked hurt as she grabbed her clothes, shaking her head in denial, "I didn't just do that...Angel is going to kill me!  My mom's going to kill me...no...Giles is going to kill me!"  

"Luv...calm down," Spike stepped towards her, and she tensed, her eyes wide, "I can't believe I just let you do that to me!"  

Spike bit the insides of his cheek, his eyes growing cold, "If I remember, luv, you were the one begging for it."

She glared at him as she jerked her shirt over her head, and he could see her breast peeking out of the side of her torn shirt.  

He shook his head, tossing her his duster as he grabbed his jeans and yanked them over his narrow hips almost angrily, then picked up his black shirt, not bothering to put it on.  

"Well, it's been fun, Slayer..." he said snidely, "Next time you want a good shagging, you know where to find me!"

"Yeah...in hell, where you're going to end up if I see you again!"  She hissed and he growled at her as he stalked off into the Zoo without his jacket.

Buffy watched him go, then tears started to fall down her face, unable to believe she had just betrayed Angel with the guy he probably hated most in the world.

She quietly sobbed as she pulled Spike's jacket around her, unconciously taking comfort in the smell of the vampire lingering in the leather as she gathered up her things and headed away from the tiger cage, and towards home.  

She felt like she could collapse in bed and sleep or cry for days.

It would be hours later after a good soak in her bathtub that she would realize Spike had called her 'his' woman.

No one saw the blond vampire return later that night to clean up the tiger pen as promised.  

As he lit the demons bodies on fire, carefully watching the flames, he contemplatedgn:C dead tiger before bending over it and skinning it's coat away.  

In the morning, when the Zoo keepers find it, they would assume poachers or some souvenir hunter had broken in and distrubed the Zoo's peaceful slumber.

As he prepared to head home, covered in blood, a tiger pelt thrown over his shoulder, the two remaining beasts watched as Spike paused, picking a thin, scrap of black fabric out of some bushes before smiling sadly as he slipped the sports bra into his jeans pocket.

A guy always needed souvernirs.