Buffy turned to see Spike sliding across the bed toward her. He let her, waiting until he could push her to the edge. She responded by arching against him, trying to twist around to find his lips. She turned and glared at the smirking vampire over her shoulder. She winced as he latched his cold lips onto her, then moaned in sheer ecstasy as his icy tongue gently licked the fire away.
Buffy squirmed, eliciting a low groan from him and a small chuckle from her. Just In All Stories: In point of fact, she had already failed the test by coming to a vampire night after night, enjoying his perversely creative mind. Call it off.
But at least he was back in a good mood again. He rocked his hips forward. And headed for the window. Leave before he starts doing things He picked up the pace pounding roughly into her.
She struggled to shift her weight, but found her ass inches off the bed. She rested her head against the tile of the shower, closed her eyes and remembered Angel and her first time with him. Curled under her covers she was determined that tomorrow they'd find a way to keep him out for good.