"Am I the best you ever had?" Buffy asked sweetly, kissing Spike in post-orgasmic affection.
"Without a doubt, luv." He smiled at her. Spike never remembered a time when he was this happy. "Am I the best you've ever had?" He asked, fairly certain of the answer. Buffy smiled cheekily.
"Next to Angel." She said slyly.
Fury flared through Spike. He grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, pinning her down. "Take that back."
Buffy shook her head, smiling.
"Slayer," he growled, "I'm going to count to five."
Buffy wrapped her naked legs around him, Spike pressed her further into the mattress. "That won't work, you little minx. Apologise."
"For what?" Buffy asked, playing dumb.
"For lying!" He snapped. "There's no way Angel was the best you've ever had." He kissed her passionately, trying to prove his point. Buffy whimpered into his mouth, feeling herself get wet for him. But Spike wasn't going to win that easy. When he finally pulled away, she sighed contentedly and murmered, "Angel..."
Spike growled and sat up, pulling her roughly into his lap. Then his hand reached between her legs and stroked her wet lips. Buffy purred. He slowly pumped it in and out of her. Buffy moaned.
Then he stopped, smirking. Buffy panted desperately, pleading him to go on.
"Spike!"
"Am I better?"
His hand slowly started to move again. Buffy mewled.
"Slayer!" he barked. "Am I?"
"More... proof!" She screamed as she climaxed. Spike threw her back onto her back and licked from her clit up to her nipples, then kissed her neck, his hand still stroking her clit, feeling her get wet from arousal.
He kissed her passionately as he thrust into her, but not reaching too far. Buffy looked at him, begging him for more. "Say it." Spike demanded. He nibbled at her neck. Buffy panted desperately.
"Best. Definetely." She admitted, and they came together as Spike thrust into her, buried deep within her. Buffy screamed out his name.
God she loved this man. Not thing, man. Her man.