Red-Lipstick
Spike watches as the beautiful brunette is chatting Xanders ear off. He stares as Dawn licks her luscious lips, coated with a perfect shade of ruby lipstick that she knows is his favorite. His eyes follow the length of her curves, he can practically see underneath the tight piece of black fabric that she calls a dress. He has memorized every bend and freckle on her body, that as of recently belongs to him. He imagines her long legs wrapped around him, her lipstick smeared across her face. The image makes him remember just why the red-lipstick is his favorite.