| Snick.... splutter. Snick...whoosh. Snick...ouch! Buffy sat in her darkened bedroom, idly flipping the wheel of the silver lighter. It was mesmerizing. With just the right tilt and a quick shove of her thumb, the Zippo would shoot flames to put a demon to shame, and with a light, more difficult touch, she could elicit a tiny shower of sparks, more subtle in their entertainment value. She hefted the metal, smooth chrome alternately warm and cool in her hands. Not so different from its owner, really. Snick...snick.... snick... Thunk. She felt the shift in the wind from the window before the faintly menacing words slivered the air. "Turnabout's fair play, luv." Not different at all. Flames lit his face -- dancing blades of violet-blue fire flickered in eyes that stared straight through her, no InvisiRay required. With a gulp, she moved a foot to block his view of the lighter on the floor where it had fallen. He was angry? So not fair... Her lips drew inward and her chin wrinkled with a pout, forming her response, when he flew across the room, pinning her against the door in a move that recalled her last visit to his crypt. Good lord, what had she been thinking? If she closed her eyes and kept them that way, it would almost be as if she were invisible again... And she wouldn't have to see the sardonic lift of his eyebrow as he took in her changed appearance, or the knowing smirk on his lips. Maybe it was more like he was invisible. There was something terribly erotic about the sensation of being knocked against a solid surface by an unseen force. Her eyes squeezed even more tightly shut as she felt the tremors in her stomach where his hand held her firmly against the door. His other hand pulled at her newly shorn locks, and she could hear him inhaling her scent. "You could have just asked, Goldilocks." Cool lips worked their way up her jaw-line, igniting liquid fire in her center as his tongue traced the outer rim of her ear, then withdrew to move lips even closer to her ear. "I would�ve given you the lighter. It's obvious you need it more than I do." Her bones slipped in her skin when his teeth sank into her earlobe to punctuate his words. Buffy suppressed a groan, realizing how little it took to reach the melting point with him. Reach the melting point? Where'd that come from? No melting with the undead. Gathering her spine up from around her ankles and valiantly ignoring what his tongue was doing to the soft spot where her ear met her jaw, Buffy opened her eyes and pushed away. She opened her mouth to blast his ego back where it belonged, but the words ran off to snark with the shirt he'd flung to the floor. Dear god, the things she could do -- had done -- to that vast canvas of silken skin. Her hand slid involuntarily upward to soak in the familiarity of the hard muscles that defined his lean frame.. "See something you like, luv?" His voice laughed at her, but his eyes were deadly serious. The hand with a life of its own snaked around to pull his head forward, but he eluded her grasp with a duck and a chuckle. "Ah, ah, ah, Slayer. You already had your turn." He pushed her back onto the bed, then made a quick circuit of the room, closing the window and locking the door. "I'm a little pressed for time, but naughty little Slayers need their lessons." He turned to face her. "An hour should be just enough time." Buffy's body quivered at the promise in his voice, but she fought to create some distance between them. "Lessons? In what? Breaking and entering? Got that covered." The bottom dropped out of her stomach at the sly, slow smile that crept over his face as his hands reached for his belt. "No, luv." His voice was almost a growl. "You started this little game, but I'm here to finish it; teach you the rules while I'm at it." Spike advanced across the room at an even pace, sending her pulse skyrocketing. |
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