Author's note: The quickest of drabbles really. I re-watched 'Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered' and thought 'Dayum, Buffy looks hot…let's give her to Spike.' (; Let me know what you think!

A loud noise echoed through the crypt.

Spike dazedly sat up under his silk sheets, still lying on top of his stone sarcophagus, and saw the door was open behind someone and that it was late afternoon. "What the bloody–?"

"Spike."

He blinked – no way…she actually-?

He could feel his cock stiffening at the sight before him, and his unbeating heart was pounding out a samba.

Buffy's smile was wickedly delighted as her eyes alighted on the movement beneath the silk sheets bunched at Spike's waist.

"Buffy?" He croaked.

Her slender hands reached up and then ran down the black raincoat she wore, her fingers feathering over the obvious points her nipples made against the thin fabric, down and down…until she reached the belt that held the two sides of the raincoat together…and then down to the hem that rested on the very tops of her silky, tanned thighs.

Spike growled. Loudly.

One of Buffy's golden locks slipped over her face as she cocked her head…and began to untie the belt.

Spike's eyes were riveted on her fingers, but he could see the black high-heels that Buffy wore as well as the raincoat – he throbbed against the silk that covered him.

"Love, w–"

"No talking," Buffy smirked, the belt coming undone at last beneath her fingers…but she didn't let the raincoat part.

Spike looked up at her face, breathless and wanting…

"Move the sheets," she murmured, her eyes flickering down to the tenting in the silk.

Spike did so without a word, and he watched Buffy's eyes darken as the silk fell away.

"Touch yourself."

He complied silently, grasping his cock in his large hand and tugging…before stroking himself in a hard rhythm.

As he stroked, Buffy came closer – a sudden breeze through the open door carried Buffy's scent to him, letting it wash over him…

Spike groaned as vanilla invaded his senses, and he stroked faster as he felt pre-cum coat the tip of his cock.

"Faster, Spike. Faster… I want to see you come."

Spike hissed and growled at the combined pleasure of Buffy's voice and scent…and then realised his eyes were shut – he looked up and found Buffy standing beside him, her fingers curled around the edges of the raincoat and ready to pull it open…

Spike's eyes drifted over her smirk, her sparkling eyes, her long, long legs, her black heels, and–

He came with one hell of a shout.

He roared, feeling his features shift into his game face as he pumped his cock and unloaded his cum in impressive spurts onto his toned stomach.

Slowly, he let his arched spine drop back onto the sarcophagus…and looked up at Buffy – she was doing up her coat once more and sashaying towards the door.

Spike frowned as he panted, "Just where…are you going?"

Buffy turned. "Home. The other night, you asked me how I'd gone to Xander under that love spell – this is how I went."

Spike was sure he was pouting. "But you haven't taken the coat off…"

Buffy smirked. "I didn't take it off for Xander, and you didn't ask for more."

She left, shutting the door behind her, and Spike could only think that if he got that much pleasure from just looking at Buffy then Xander…

"Guess I'll have to kill the whelp now."