Baby, when I think about you, I think about love
Darling, I don't live without you and your love
If I had those golden dreams of my yesterday
I would wrap you in the heaven, but they lay dying on the way
Baby, If I think about you, I think about love
Darling, if I live without you, I live without love
And if I had the sun and moon, and they were shining
I would give you both night and day, love satisfying
Feel like makin'…
Feel like makin' love, feel like makin' love to you
Bad Company

Before I went patrolling with Buffy and Xander on Monday night I had run out to take care of a couple of things. Needed to pick up some blood and smokes. On the way back to my place I stopped into Willie's for a quick drink. I told myself that I needed a little fortitude before spending time with her again. The exchange between us on Saturday night had kept repeating itself in my mind. Then my imagination would take over and she never left my room that night. Yeah, I was going to respect her wishes but it was driving me crazy knowing that she was as hungry as I was.

I sat at a corner of the bar and sipped at a double whiskey. There were some new faces in the mix tonight. New vamps that I hadn't seen around before. There were four of them gathered around a table in the corner with their heads leaned close. A sure sign that something was up with them. I asked Willie if he knew anything but he just shook his head at me. I moved behind them to head for the pay phone. They kept talking as I pretended to make a call. All I heard was something about the 'goods' and that it was in an abandoned warehouse off of Essex Road. Then they shut up when they realized I was listening.

After that I left in a hurry because I didn't want to confront them myself. Besides a little investigation was in order. It would give us something to do tonight on patrol other then walk around in circles hoping to run across some baddies. Buffy and Xander were waiting for me when I finally got home. They had made themselves at home sprawled in my furniture watching television.

"About time. I thought we agreed to meet at nine." She said it with sarcasm but her eyes revealed that she was joking. I reached out and tugged her ponytail as I passed by. Letting the strands run through my fingers as I continued to my room. I put the blood away and after taking a pack of cigarettes out I put the rest of them on the dresser.

"I got a lead on some new vamps." I told them when I came back into the living room plopping down onto the couch next to her. My knee rested against hers. I felt her look at me but I kept my eyes on Xander. "There were four of them over at Willies. Talking about a warehouse over on Essex. Thought we might check it out."

Xander and Buffy agreed with my plan so we stocked up on weapons and headed out. We decided to walk to give us more room for quick maneuvering. She walked on the other side of Xander from me. I let her have her space for now.

When we got to the warehouse we circled it. The main door was in the front and most of the windows had boards over them. In the back there was a window with no covering but it was high off the ground.

"Step up, Buffy." She looked down at my cupped hands and back at me. I sighed in exasperation. "Come on, step up and check out the place."

Buffy backed up and put her foot into my hands and balanced herself on the wall as I lifted her up.

"Stop." She called down to me. Her hands rested on the windowsill as she tried to peer into the building. When she told me to stop her ass was right in front of my face. I closed my eyes and groaned to myself. The woman was going to torture me to death one way or another.

"What do you see, Buff?" Xander asked her when she was silent for a few moments. He was looking up at her. I couldn't resist it as I leaned forward bringing my nose right at the place where her cheeks started to curve. Right where her sweet womanhood ended. Inhaled the fragrance that was all Buffy.

"Ahhh." She jumped as my face made contact with her. Then lost her balance falling backwards. As she came down I wrapped my arms around her and took her weight as we hit the pavement. She scrambled off of me as I laughed up at her.

"Sorry, I got dizzy for a moment." I reached my hand up to her for help that I didn't need. She surprised me when she grabbed it and pulled me to my feet. The look in her eyes let me know that she didn't believe me for a second about getting dizzy. But was actually amused by my actions.

"You guys, okay?" It was Xander looking at us worriedly. I think we had both forgotten he was there for a minute.

"Yeah, I think we're fine. Didn't see anything. Doesn't look like anyone is in there." She said to him in an effort to cover up my actions.

"Well, then let's go in and have a look around. Shall we?" I suggested getting things back on track. As much fun as I was having playing with Buffy I was serious about getting things checked out. We moved around the building. They kept an eye out as I picked the lock.

"Haven't lost my touch." I told them as the door swung open. We treaded carefully into the darkness of the building. Xander was holding the flashlight so I let him lead the way. Buffy and I had senses that he didn't have so we could keep a feel out for things that couldn't be seen.

The main room of the place was empty except for rats and trash left by crashers. We moved to start checking out the offices. As we turned to go down this one hallway with Buffy in the lead she sent us off into different offices to check things out. Her reasoning was that it would be faster if we did it that way. Neither of us were picking up on anything, demon or human, being there. So, we split. Xander moved through the front offices while we headed for the back ones.

I stopped to check out one office as she moved down the hallway to check out another. There wasn't anything in this place but junk. It was beginning to look like it was a bust. That the vamps were talking out of their ass about the 'goods' when I heard her yelp. Then there was the sound of something crashing. I took off at a run to find her. Xander was already heading down the hallway and I fell in behind him.

"Guys, a little help would be appreciated." It was Buffy calling out to us. Apparently, she was holding her own but needed help soon.

As we turned to go into the office one of the vampires came flying out. That was my girl. Xander turned into the office leaving me to stake the one she had served up. After his dust was blowing down the hall I joined the two of them. I paused as I entered the room. It was full of appliances, televisions and other stuff still in their boxes. All new stuff stolen from stores or right off the trucks. Score one for my side I told myself as I headed into the fray. Xander was struggling with one of them while the other two were fighting with Buffy. Deciding to help her first I moved toward them. But she had turned and the vamp pushed her my way. I put my hands up to catch her and got tits. She landed right in my hands. But there was no time to enjoy the spoils of the fight.

"Oooomph." She put her hands on my chest and kicked her leg out to catch one of the vamps in the chest. He went flying across the room with her following him. She had a stake in her hand to dust him before he had time to recover from her kick.

That left the other one for me. We struggled for a few moments before Buffy came up behind him and staked him from behind. We looked over at Xander but he was standing there in the dust that was the vampire he had been fighting.

"Yeah, for our team. Four vampires dusted and half the stolen loot in Sunnydale found." Xander congratulated us on our victory. We left everything there and called the police from the corner. I joked with Xander that maybe we should work with the police since this was the second time that we had done their job.

It was a bit of a letdown from the rush we just had but we decided to patrol through a couple of the cemeteries. This time Buffy walked between us. As we walked along she would brush against me every so often. The air surrounding her carried a cloud of her arousal. I knew it was a combination of the fight and me. I looked over at Xander but he was clueless. Shaking my head I felt sorry for human men missing out on the sweetest aroma in the world. They just couldn't smell it the way we could. Their women calling out to be claimed and they practically had to be on top of them for them to notice.

The longer we walked the harder I got. The call from her got stronger. All I wanted to do was send Xander home and pull her down into the grass and make her mine again. To feel her skin against mine. To feel her heat surround me. To feel her breath against me. To hear her cry my name out to the night.

As we headed back to my house she suddenly tripped landing on her knees. I hurried to her and reached a hand out to her. She reached for me and looked up freezing when she saw my erection straining against my jeans. As she stood her eyes moved up my body stopping when she looked into my eyes. Her tongue darted between her lips and then retreated into her mouth as she tried to swallow away the dry mouth.

I hoped that she would tell Xander to go ahead without her that she was staying with me. But she left with him in the car. I wasn't going to ask. It had to be her decision on whether or not to be with me.

If I went to her house I knew that I could seduce her. That it would take only a few touches before we were naked and straining toward each other. But tomorrow it would only be another reason for her to push me away.

As they turned the corner a third alternative came to me. Yeah, it would be a poor substitute but it would be better than me alone with my fantasies and my hand. Quickly moving back into my bedroom I threw my cell phone down onto the bed and pulled my clothes off. I reached into my dresser and grabbed the baby oil. Stretching out onto the bed I watched the clock and waited. Eight minutes for Xander to drive her home, four minutes for them to chat and say goodnight, five minutes to get into the apartment and fix a drink. She was moving down the hallway as I coated myself with the oil.

In my head I ran through her motions so that I would know when the time was right. She was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling off her shoes and socks. Her hands ran up the inside of her thighs as she kicked her shoes away. Then she stands walking over to the closet. Reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head. Her hands caress her stomach moving toward her breasts. She cups them then moves to unfasten her bra. Freeing them from their restraint. They are cupped again as she runs her thumbs over nipples. Tweaking them. Her hands move down to unfasten her pants. Spreading out to move them over her hips and down her legs. Bending over her ass in the air. She steps from them leaving them on the floor. A quick drink to keep her throat from being dry then she turns to lie down on the bed. Shifting so she is in the middle. One hand goes back to a breast. Massaging it. While her free hand moves down her belly to her quim. Her legs fall apart as she separates herself sliding in to find the center of her pleasure.

Time to call. Press the button to dial her number. It rings then voice mail. Dial it again. Voice mail. Dial it again. Voice mail again. Damn it. Come on Buffy. It's an emergency as my free hand wraps around my cock. Fourth try.

"Spike, what is it?" Her voice is breathless and exasperated at my intrusion.

"I know what you are doing." I whispered to her. My tone reflected the depth of my need to be with her. "Because I am doing it too."

"Mmmmh, Spike, I was in the shower." She lies to me as her breathing gains speed.

"Yeah, you are all wet, aren't you?"

"I'm hanging up now."

"Hang up and I'll come over."

"Don't do that. Unnnnnnh." She groans in my ear. The girl wasn't stopping for anything.

"Just admit that you want my hot, tight, body." I chuckled as I imagined her lying there with her hand buried between her legs. My rhythm begins to pick up speed.

"Your body isn't hot."

I was about ready to retort something equally rude back to her when she surprised me. She just let it go. It was past the time to stop for either of us.

"It's cool. When I'm burning up. Feeling like I am about to catch fire. Mmmmh, you come to cover me and you feel so cold. It sends chills through my body. My toes curl and it's like an orgasm all in its self." Her breathing was getting heavier and I wished I were there to watch the changes in her. Her face flushed and the green of her eyes darkening as her need increased.

She was too far away from me as I arched into my hand. I started to pant in time with her. Needing to share this moment with her. Slow it down. Ease up or I wouldn't be there at the end.

"Tell me what you were fantasizing about, Baby." I beg her to keep me going. To keep feeding me her fire as we moved together.

"Oooooh, God." She paused as she caught her breath. "We were in the cemetery. I was lying on the bench next to the big oak tree." Her breath caught and she moaned low in my ear. "You pull my pants off while kneeling in front of me. I put my feet on your shoulders and you use your tongue on me. Please, Spike, give it to me. Take me over. "

There is a cry to her voice as asks me. Begs me to satisfy her.

"Buffy, prop the phone up to your ear." I gave her a minute to do it. Listened to the phone being shifted and her head moving against it until it is secure. "Reach over and grab an ice cube out of your drink."

"Mmmmmmh." She shifts on the bed and I hear the ice rattling against glass. "Now, what? Tell me what you want me to do."

"Hold it in your hand and rest it on your stomach. Right above your curls." I smiled as she hissed from the cold. "Move it slowly. So, slowly up your stomach."

"Spiiiiiike." Her call to me is primal in its need. I have stopped my motions with my cock. I was so ready to cum just from listening to her that I didn't need any physical contact to keep the momentum up.

"Is it up near your breasts?"

"Yeah."

"Take it over your nipple. Circle it just like it was my tongue. The way it makes you scream.'

Then she did give a small scream as she followed my instructions.

"Take your fingers and put them in you. Thrust them as you circle your clit with your thumb." I was starting to take her home.

"They don't reach like your fingers do. You feel so much better." She got out to me between gasps and moans. I smiled knowing just how good I could make her feel.

"Ok, baby, take your fingers out."

"Mmm, huh?'

"Lick them for me. Please."

I almost shot my load as I heard her licking and sucking on her fingers. This woman had gone from nervous learner to taking everything I suggested. If only she wouldn't throw us away.

"Home stretch, pet. You still got the ice? If not get more."

I heard the ice against the glass again. The other cube must have melted across her hot flesh leaving trails of sizzling water against her. I reached down and encircled myself again.

"What do I do with it?'" Her voice trembled in my ear.

"Take it down between your legs. Keep the one hand on your clit, baby. Keep stroking."

"Unnnnnh-huh?"

"The hand with the cube take it all the way down to the bottom of your lips." Stopped for a second to give her a chance to get positioned. "Separate them with it. Move it right over your entrance. Don't put it in though."

"Uncomfortable."

"Scoot down and use your feet against the footboard for leverage to curl yourself up." She was the slayer. Her body could move anyway she wanted it to. I heard a grunt as she started to stroke herself again. "Circle your finger around your clit as you move the ice cube over your entrance."

"Ooooooooooh, mmmmmmmmmmmh."

"You ready?" I knew she was from the noises she was making.

"Spiiiiike, please."

"Without removing your one hand, move the ice up your slit. Slow and easy, baby. Now, with both hands move it over your clit. Circle it."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah." She nearly split my eardrum with the scream she gave as the ice met her core sending her into her orgasm. I turned my attention back to myself stroking myself to join her. Cum squirted all over my hand and stomach as I found release.

We lay there for a moment as I listened to her breathing slow down. Then I heard her hand take the phone again and her swallow as she took a drink.

"Spike?' She whispered to me with what I hoped was awe in her voice.

"Do you know what I wish?" I didn't want to hear recriminations or regret in her words. So, I ignored her questioning of my name.

"What?" She allowed herself to be moved away from her first thoughts.

"I wish I was there to lap you dry."

Then I hung up the phone and moved to the bathroom to take a shower. I felt better than I had in a very long time.