It was Christmas and most of the luxury apartments were going to be empty over the holiday period. Buffy had made a note of each one, after spending a few days investigating the situation. And the security man had been very helpful to the pretty new cleaning lady - Buffy’s friend, Willow.

Willow and Buffy were a good team. The red head would ‘case’ a joint from the inside and Buffy would do the burgling. They would then split the loot between them and place the money in a Swiss bank account ready for their retirement.

Buffy loved being a cat burglar. It gave her a real buzz. She loved the excitement of scaling a tall building and breaking into some rich idiot’s apartment, before making off with her treasure. And let’s face it; it was better than sex if her sex life or rather lack of one was anything to go by. Riley, her recent ex, had hardly been Mr Orgasm. In fact, she didn’t think he knew what foreplay was. She’d soon tired of him and they’d finished last week. Now she could concentrate on her burgling.

Buffy looked up at the apartment building and smiled, “Happy Christmas, everyone,” she said quietly, before starting to climb her way up to the balcony of her first apartment, which was located five floors up. It was in the name of a Mr W. Giles and Mr Giles was away for 3 days on business. Wasn’t he in for a surprise when he came back?

***

William Giles, or ‘Spike’ to his friends slammed the door to his apartment closed and made his way to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes as he went. He was absolutely furious and needed a shower to calm himself down. And then he needed a drink - a long and strong drink! He couldn’t believe that his company had waited until he had driven all the way to the airport before they had rung him to tell him that his trip was cancelled. What a waste of bloody time! Now he had to spend Christmas alone his apartment, instead of clinching the business deal of the century and thus securing a place as a partner in the busy computer firm.

Spike stepped into the shower and revelled in the hot, punishing spray, as it pounded his body. He rolled his neck around to ease the tense muscles and began to soap himself. God, what a day, he thought. Maybe a wank will sort me out. He reached down and began to pump himself, thinking of the hot date he was missing in London because of the cancellation.

***

Buffy slowly and quietly eased herself onto the balcony of apartment 501 and took her tool bag off her shoulders. She opened it up and took the glasscutter out. Then she carefully cut a circle of glass out by the handle of the balcony door and effortlessly took the glass away with a suction cup. No alarm went off, as she knew it would not. After all, no one expected someone to break in this way.

Feeling the familiar buzz of energy and excitement, Buffy reached inside the hole she had cut and slowly unlocked the door. She slid it open and then quietly slid it shut behind her once she was inside. Looking around quickly, she noticed the dim lighting on in the room and smiled. It wasn’t unusual for people to leave lights on in their home and the light meant she wouldn’t have to use her flashlight.

She was about to leave the unmistakably male bedroom, when she heard the bathroom door opening. Almost freezing in shock, but quickly recovering, Buffy hid in the shadows by a wardrobe. She just hoped that her black outfit gave her enough cover. She bit her lip with worry under the balaclava. What the hell was he doing home? And what was she going to do when he discovered her?

But when the owner showed no signs of walking near her, Buffy dared to peek around the side of the wardrobe and her mouth dropped open in shock. Standing barely four metres away from her was the hottest piece of male flesh she’d ever seen. The man stood with a small towel wrapped around his waist and Buffy watched as water trickled down his muscular chest, only to disappear beneath the towel. She found herself envying the water and licked suddenly dry lips. God, he was gorgeous, in face and body.

Oblivious to his audience, Spike dropped the towel on the floor, and reached out for a larger one on the bed, before rigorously drying himself.

Buffy almost cried out with lust at the sight of him in all his glory. He was huge and so well toned. She just bet he knew how to make love to a woman until her eyes crossed and she couldn’t walk for days! And the mere thought of what he could do, made her legs weak for him. I have to get out of here, she thought.

Spike finished towelling himself dry and then disappeared from the bedroom. He had to get himself that much needed drink. Still naked, he walked into the living room and poured himself a whiskey. He gulped one glass down and then immediately poured another.

Inside the bedroom, Buffy cleared her thoughts of yummy naked man, and decided to get away. The trouble was, he was bound to hear her if she opened the door to the balcony. She would do better to wait for him to go to sleep and then sneak out the front door maybe. And her best bet was to hide under the bed while she waited. It was certainly big enough under there. Mmmm, big like him, she thought. Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit. Stop thinking of that.

Buffy quickly slipped under his bed and was just in time to see a pair of bare feet pad into the room. The feet came closer and then she felt his weight sink onto the bed. He was muttering to himself about something and Buffy heard the unmistakable sound of ice in a glass. Oh, boy, this was going to be a long night.

***

Sometime later, Buffy suddenly woke up and remembered where she was. Stuck under Mr Giles’s bed! She could hear light snoring and slowly eased herself from out under the bed. Frustrated, she felt like slapping him. He had taken so damn long to fall asleep, that she had too. Now all her other jobs were in jeopardy of not getting done. She looked down at the sleeping figure and drooled. She felt that she could forgive him for being in when he shouldn’t have been, because he was so good looking. But now it was time to escape. She turned to go and then suddenly stopped. She had to have a peek at ‘it’ before she went. It couldn’t possibly have been that big, now could it?

Buffy looked at the handsome blond, admiring his chiselled features. God those cheekbones! She was suddenly glad that Mr Hotty Giles was in after all. It had certainly brightened her night. Overcome with lustful thoughts, she gently pulled back the duvet and was delighted to see that he slept naked. She knew she should get the hell out of there, but she was enthralled. The man truly was an Adonis.

Suddenly Buffy’s wrist was gripped painfully and she found herself pulled onto the bed and under the object of her appraisal,

“Now what have we here?” Drawled the sexiest voice she’d ever heard.

Spike turned on the bedside light and looked down at the small figure trapped beneath him. It was unmistakably female, despite the balaclava, as the skintight black outfit revealed the curves.

“A thief!” He exclaimed, stunned but for some strange reason not annoyed. His body was already reacting to hers being so close. He pulled off the balaclava, non-too gently as the thief tried to struggle away and he found himself looking at a very sexy tousled blonde.

“Let me go,” she huffed, furious hazel eyes staring at him; conveniently forgetting she was in the wrong here.

“Oh, I don’t think so, Pet. Not until you’ve answered a few questions.”

Buffy began to desperately struggle. She couldn’t be caught, she couldn’t. She didn’t want to go to jail. She knew what happened in those female prisons and she wasn’t about to be some bull dyke’s plaything.

Spike straddled the small woman, and easily held her flailing arms.

“Now then, my little hell cat, why did you break in here?”

Buffy glared at him, frustrated that she couldn’t get away.

“Because I could!” She said petulantly.

Spike looked at her pouty lip and felt the insane desire to bite it. Instead he laughed at the ridiculous situation he now found himself in.

“Well, you’re not a very good cat burglar, are you, if you got caught?” he taunted.

“You were supposed to be out…. and I was going to leave as you were here. I haven’t taken anything, so why don’t you let me go?”

Spike stared down at her. If she was going to leave, why had she been hovering by his bed? He suddenly smiled. She had been checking him out. And he didn’t know why, but the idea of a beautiful woman breaking into his apartment and spying on him really turned him on.

“Did you like what you saw, Pet?” He purred in her ear.

Buffy gulped as she felt a shiver go down her back. Just his voice did funny things to her insides.

“I…don’t know what you mean,” she lied.

Then thoughts of the police coming for her, made her panic,

“Are you going to have me arrested?” She blurted.

“Oh, I don’t think so, do you? I’ve thought of some better way to punish you.”

“Punish me?” She squeaked. Oh, God. What madman had she come across?

Spike leaned down and slowly nuzzled her neck,

“You’ve seen mine, how about showing me yours?” He whispered.

Buffy arched her neck, as his lips trailed softly over her skin. Mmmm, she thought. Hang on a minute. What did he just say? Her eyes flew open.

“Pardon?”

Spike raised his head and appraised the body beneath him. The tight clothes left little to the imagination, and he chuckled when he saw her nipples harden in response to his gaze.

“I said, why don’t you lose the clothes, Kitten?”

Buffy stared into those blue eyes and tried to ignore their strange hold over her,

“You’re crazy!” She hissed. No way was she getting naked.

He chuckled, “Hardly. Now, if you don’t want me to call the Police, Luv, you’d better sleep with me!”

Buffy could see that he wasn’t joking, and it was oddly tempting to do as he said, but she had to get out of here. She had already let Willow and herself down by not completing any of the jobs. Besides, she hated being threatened. Maybe she could knock him out with the bedside light?

“I don’t think so….” She began.

“I do,” he drawled and shut her up with a kiss.

His mouth was hot and seared her lips, before his tongue darted into her surprised mouth. It slid over hers, tasting and stroking, until Buffy felt her toes curl. Okay, master of seduction here and she was suddenly not so willing to leave. The man could really kiss!

Spike groaned at the sweet taste of the woman beneath him. He didn’t know whether it was the fact that they were strangers, or the simple fact that she had broken in that turned him on so much. All he knew was that he wanted her.

Spike slowly pulled up Buffy’s black polo neck jumper and she helped him pull it over her head. He was pleased to find that she was bra less and he looked at her perfect little breasts.

“Oh, Pet,” he purred and lowered his head to them. He swirled his tongue around each rosy nipple and every one of her muscles quivered and went limp.

“Oooooh,” she moaned. He could clearly do more than just talk with that clever tongue of his.

Buffy stroked his arms and back; feeling the strong muscles beneath the skin. He was powerfully built, but not too much so - not like a certain Riley Finn, the ape-man.

Spike’s nibbling and suckling on her breasts stopped all thoughts of Riley and she mewled in pleasure; throwing her head back and arching her back as she did so.

Her black leggings and lace thong mysteriously disappeared and Buffy was oblivious to everything but this man’s touch, until he suddenly stopped. She looked up at him and gasped at the predatory gleam in his eyes.

Spike felt strangely possessive of this woman. She had broken into his home and so she was his- his for the taking! He clasped her hips and pressed his face to her soft belly. She bucked beneath him as she felt the sharp edge of his teeth and hot sweep of his tongue across her sensitive flesh,

“I could devour you,” he said hoarsely, “I could take you places you haven’t been to - dark places. And all you’ll know, all you’ll want and feel, is me, deep inside you, taking you, until you blackout with the pleasure of it. And I’ll keep you there forever. Mine! Always!”

His hands tightened on her hips, “Does that frighten you?”

For a moment Buffy was too shocked to say anything. The things this man made her feel! And his words didn’t frighten her, they made her incredibly horny, especially said in that British accent. She wanted the things he promised her.

“No, that doesn’t frighten me,” she said breathlessly, “Show me!”

“Don’t worry,” he growled, “I will.”

He parted her legs with his hand and slid one long finger into her wet, warm haven. The rubbing, gliding sensation of his thumb on a place she’d never been aware of before was so shockingly delicious, she trembled and writhed beneath him.

Buffy reached out for his large cock, wanting to touch him in return. Her small hand clasped around the rigid flesh and began to pump, her thumb sliding back the foreskin and rubbing the tip as she did so.

Spike groaned. The exquisite feeling of her hot little hand wrapped around his shaft nearly made him explode. He almost lost concentration on what he was doing to her - almost! God, she was something. No other woman had affected him this strongly and this quickly.

Determined to regain control of the situation and make her lose control, Spike gently eased her fingers off his cock and moved down the bed. He spread her nether lips and licked her with his tongue; long, slow strokes, before drawing her tight little bud into his mouth and sucking on it.

Buffy nearly jumped off the bed. Oh, my goodness. It had never felt like this with Riley. His clumsy and only attempt to pleasure her with his mouth had had Buffy climbing the walls with frustration rather than groaning with passion. So this was how it should be! She nearly swooned with feeling.

Spike looked up at the flushed beauty; her long blonde hair in disarray over his pillow. God, she was sexy. And it thrilled him to know the affect he was having on her. Spike returned to his task with relish and it wasn’t long before his little intruder was quivering with uncontrollable need and exploded around his tongue. He greedily lapped up the musk scented juices and before Buffy could blink, he thrust inside her slick haven.

Buffy’s eyes widened in surprise and then she opened her legs further, in wanton invitation. She knew he was big and had wondered how she was supposed to accommodate him. But her muscles relaxed and she gradually drew him in deeper.

“Oh, my!” She exclaimed.

Spike grinned, as he thrust deeper. She was so wet and ready for him and her tight muscles clenched his cock mercilessly. He felt an incredible sense of joining and was shocked at the intensity of his feelings. This wasn’t just sex.

Buffy arched into each thrust, matching him and sobbing frantically with the effort. She was losing herself in him. She tried to fight it; frightened of her feelings, but the unbearable tension finally sprang free and an intense pleasure flooded her being. Buffy screamed in ecstasy; her body pulsing, her heart beating wildly; wanting nothing but the exquisite release washing over her. She felt only him - inside her, all around her. She was his.

***

Strong arms encircled her and a warm hand traced lazy patterns on her back, causing delicious tingles of sensation. Buffy sighed sleepily and pressed her bottom against something hard. Her eyes flew open, fully awake now. What had she done?

“We need to talk, Pet,” a gorgeous voice drawled in her ear.

So, she hadn’t been dreaming. She really had broken into an occupied apartment and slept with the sexy owner.

Buffy turned to face him and flushed red, “Erm…hi,” she mumbled.

Amused blue eyes looked into hazel,

“Relax, Luv. I’m not going to call the Pigs. I just wanted to know your name, seeing how we’ve shared a bed ‘n ‘ all.”

Buffy bit her lip. She supposed she owed him that much.

“It’s Elizabeth…but everyone calls me Buffy.”

“Buffy!” He exclaimed incredulously.

“What? It’s a name!” She said defensively.

“Easy, Tiger. It’s just unusual that’s all.”

She looked at him suspiciously, waiting for him to laugh.

“Well, what’s yours?”

“William, but I’m known as Spike.”

“Spike!” She spluttered, giggling helplessly, “Why don’t you just call yourself ‘the Tool’, or ‘the Horn Boy’?”

It was Spike’s turn to be defensive.

“It’s because of my hair and me liking Punk music.”

Buffy looked at his short, spiky hair and wasn’t convinced, “Yeah, right.”

Spike’s eyes narrowed, “You don’t bloody believe me?”

Buffy smiled, “Can you blame me? With the size of you?”

Spike quirked a scarred eyebrow, “Are you saying I’m big?”

“Hell, yes.”

Spike smiled too. He felt happier than he had in a long time and all because of this insane little woman, who had tried to burgle him. And talking of which, he was intrigued as to why someone like her felt the need to burgle.

“So, Buffy. Why are you a cat burglar?”

“You seriously want to know?”

“Yes, Pet. That’s why I asked.”

“Well, Willow - she’s my gay best friend- and I needed to pay off our student debts. We stole enough to pay them off, but then we got hooked. We both get a real buzz out of it.”

“You get a buzz out of stealing from people?”

“Yes, it’s better than sex!” She said excitedly, and then she realized what she had said, “I mean, it was better than sex.”

“Too late, Pet,” growled Spike.

He knew she had meant before she had slept with him, but he wanted to tease her.

“I’m going to have to teach you the error of your ways, young lady.”

“What do you mean?” she asked worriedly. He had said he wouldn’t call the Police.

He grinned suddenly, “I mean, you’re going to have to spend Christmas Day with me - naked!”

Buffy was so relieved that she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. And then he was kissing her and everything felt all right.

“Happy Christmas, Buffy,” he uttered, between kisses.

“Happy Christmas, Spiiiikkke,” she moaned as he impaled her and took her breath away.

The End