Warning: Just your average sex, some other stuff implied (warnings apply to later chapters)

Rating: R just to be safe, it varies

A/N: Just a series of snippets

She had surprised him; she could see it on his face. He hadn't known she was going to be home this early. She moved towards him, noticing the way he subtly backed up. She grinned.

"What are you doing here?"

"What Slayer, I need a reason?"

He shied away from her as she reached him. None to gently she shoved him up against the wall, pinning her arm under his neck, shoving his chin up. He glared and unconsciously went into his vampire face but other than that didn't resist. "Oh, the big bad vampire." She moved her other hand to his cheek and then to his mouth. "With big bad fangs." She used two fingers to push his lip down, exposing his fangs. "Such fangs and you can't even do anything with them."

She moved her arm on his neck to hold his chin and pressed his head back. He avoided her eyes, his fists clenching in anger. "Back off Slayer."

"And what are you going to do Spike? You're harmless." She tilted her head back, letting her neck be exposed. She felt his muscles tense and he closed his eyes. "See that Spike? You were such a bad ass, such a scary vampire, the Big Bad, and now you have my exposed neck right in front of you and you can't even do anything about it."

He flinched at her words, "Why are you doing this to me?"

She chuckled, "Oh because I can. Because you really did cause me a lot of trouble, and now look at you," she hit him, knocking him off his feet. She looked down, "Pathetic."

She crouched down next to him, taking hold of him by his hair, forcing him to look at her. "Why don't you just go on down to the butcher's and get some nice pigs' blood, and go sit home like a good little tame vampire?"

He moved to his feet with some grace and headed out, glaring at her. He paused at the door and spoke pronouncing each word clearly, "We will have this out."

Her smile matched his, "Xander could beat you. You are harmless Spike, now go on, get out before I have to bitch-slap you up and down the street."

His eyes held a new look in them, something that was there more and more recently, he quickly composed himself and bolted, but not before Buffy could see the hurt in them. Who knew, the bad ass had feelings after all.