The moment his shirt ripped open he knew. Maybe it was the invisible hands stroking his chest or the kiss of lips that he couldn't see, he just knew.

"Buffy?"

"I told you to stop seeing me."

The tug on his arm threw him across the room, smashing him into a statue, cracking it down the center. Rolling away from the wreckage, he lay on his back trying to  register what was happening.  He felt strong hands run up his chest, sending tingles of electricity through him.

As a familiar weight settled on top of him he was torn between wanting to push it off or ravishing the invisible body that pinned him.  Letting his hands roam through the air, he could feel the curves of her   under his fingers and excitement coursed through him.

Rolling her beneath him he brought his lips down into nothingness, the curve of her shoulder stopping his descent. Softly kissing her neck he slowly worked his way up, kissing first her jaw, than her chin, until he found the soft contours of her lips. He thrust his tongue into the moistness of her mouth, her moan filling him, reverberating deep in his chest. He kissed her again then pulled away as her hands grabbed the remains of his shirt, tearing it completely off and tossing it aside.

"What...what happened? 's you, right?" Spike stammered.

"Of coarse it's me. Know any other invisible vampire slayers willing to jump your undead bones?"  Her invisible hands pushed against him, sending him flying into a nearby table, candles, papers, odds and ends  sent scattering across the floor.

"Why are you ...?" his words were cut off by the crush of her mouth  on his. Parting his lips with her tongue she delved deeply, exploring, tasting, taking.

Suddenly the weight on top of him was gone. Slowly pushing himself up onto his elbows he looked around the crypt. "Buffy?"

"If you want me, come and get me." Her teasing voice carried from the far wall, echoing through the chamber. The unmistakable sound of clothing being hurriedly discarded sent a current of sexual energy running through him.

"I thought you didn't want me to see you?" Spike questioned, getting up from the floor.

"You haven't been following the program now, have you? I never said anything about me not seeing you, did I?"

Looking around he tried  to figure out where she was. Turning his head to the side, he listened for something, anything that would give her away.
Something brushed against his bare back and he reached to grab her but she was gone once more. Circling slowly he put out a tentative hand  in front of him, hoping to touch her, the feel of bare skin rewarding him briefly but she was out of his reach again before he knew it.

"Buffy." He pleaded with her.

"I want to see you NOW!" With that his belt was unbuckled and his pants pushed down to his knees.

Quickly freeing himself from the reminder of his clothes, he glanced around, beginning to feel like the loser in a bizarre game of blind mans bluff.

He stood still, letting his senses tune into the space around him, waiting for just the right second. Sensing a change in the air he swung out his arm, to be rewarded with the sound of a grunt as the chair that he had been sitting in, just a little while ago, went sliding away, sending the small television near it crashing to the floor.

"Ow! Hey, that ..." Before Buffy could finish the sentence, Spike pounced, pinning her down, her naked body squirming under him.

"Now it's my turn to have a little fun, luv" Standing up he lifted her effortlessly and tossed her over his shoulder, simultaneously slapping the invisible bare rump wiggling furiously in an attempt to escape his hold.

Keeping a tight grip on her, he walked over to the hole in the floor and jumped down to the room below. Her sharp exhale as they landed sent a self-satisfied grin across his face.

Rubbing his hand up the inside of her thigh he let his fingers brush the soft curls between her legs, her gasp suggesting to him that he was going in the right direction.

Laying her down on the bed, he lowered himself down, using the indentation of the sheets to guide him, sliding his body until he could feel the curves of her against him.

He was kissing her neck, loving the feeling of her under him, but this nothingness under him was something new. Over the years he thought he had tried every position and sex aid invented and than some,  but her invisibility was something new even to him.

Leaning to the side he inserted his finger into her wet pussy, intrigued by the way it appeared and disappeared, his cock getting harder by the second.

Sliding down her unseen body he let his tongue make a trail in the air. He let his hands explore, then  found what he was looking for, spreading her legs, letting his mouth taste her, her scent guiding him to  the right spot.

Licking at her wetness, his tongue worked it's magic, swirling around her clit, exploring the folds that weren't there. Her hands gripping his head, pushing his mouth to work deeper, until he couldn't stand it.

He mounted her, her legs thrown over his shoulders as he slid  into her.
The feeling of vertigo was heightening his arousal. Being able to feel all of her but not see her was unbelievably erotic.

Looking down between himself and where she was supposed to be, he couldn't take his eyes away from his disappearing cock. With every stroke to see it partially appear then disappear was fantastic.

Pushing deeper into her, he listened to her breathing as he thrust into her. If he didn't know he was awake he would think this was some wild dream. The sound of their love making filled the room, building to a scream that neither could hold back any longer. With a shudder they climaxed together, trembling in each others arms. Prolonging their release Spike slowed to an slow easy rhythm, enjoying the sensations that  they could achieve together.

"Spike...what are you doing?"

Turning he couldn't believe his eyes, as Xander stood watching.