The kiss was the most gentle and intimate kiss that Faye could have ever imagined, especially coming from a hard, tough Spike. She absorbed the feel of his surprisingly luscious lips as they pressed against hers, the movement of his tongue sending chills down her spine. Her blood ran hot with passion as Spike gently ran a hand up under the back of her top. She eased her fingertips up to his shoulders. As they caressed each other, Faye's mind began to swim. This is so strange, she thought. I do want Spike, but why is he acting so different? Not that it's bad or anything. Her mind and her slender hands wandered about his appealing physique. This side of him is actually kind of refreshing.

Slowly, their lips separated. Spike slouched to touch his forehead to hers, his deep forest hair mashing upon itself. With his lips free, he spoke.

"I was serious about the sex part."

"Hm?" Faye replied.

"You're not angry anymore, so…"

"Hmhmhmhm," Faye laughed, her berry lips parting to bare beautifully dangerous teeth. "I don't believe that for a second, Spike Spiegel," she said.

"What? You're not getting any," Spike told her casually, harvesting a genuine smile on his lips. Faye laughed again.

"Trying to make me angry or something?" Faye asked teasingly. Spike nodded, his head still against hers. "Well, it isn't working," she smirked.

"Damn," mumbled Spike sarcastically. "Oh well… I guess I'll just have to make an exception," he sighed, feigning disappointment. He slowly moved his lips along her cheek. As Spike moved even closer, Faye could feel his excitement increasing in size and firmness.

"Oh, you'll get over it," Faye whispered to him.

"I hope so," Spike replied, gently pulling her toward his bed. Faye kissed him tenderly as he moved her. As their lips danced, Spike thought that perhaps he was ready for love. Their last romp had seemed indecent and taboo, although still thoroughly enjoyable for him. This time… this time there was much contrast. Faye. Spike thought about the sound of her name. It sounded so perfect. A quiet moan escaped his throat and buzzed between their lips as Faye ran a sultry finger along his spine. His yellow shirt did little to prevent the trail of goosebumps that followed it. After intensifying the kiss, Spike pulled away and hugged her to him, resting his chin on her head. "Does this seem familiar to you, Faye?" he inquired with a sarcastic twinge in his voice.

'"A little, except for the fact that we're still fully clothed," she answered. Spike chuckled. This was true. Standing entangled in each other's arms centimeters away from Spike's bed, he asked her another question.

"Faye?"

"Mmm?" she moaned drowsily, listening to his heart beat in his chest.

"How'd you like it?" he asked, his voice even deeper and more alluring. Faye looked up at him, entrancing him with those sparkling emeralds. "The first time we did it. Was it good for you?" He tried to make his voice drip with a gentle sexuality.

"It was great," Faye chuckled sensually. "I just expected a little more from you though."

"Ouch," Spike said. "That one really hurt." He playfully furrowed his brow. "That hurt more than when you smacked me just now." Faye laughed at him again. "Wow," he reiterated. Faye looked up and saw how red and inflamed Spike's cheek still was. She was amused, and in a way, excited. It wasn't every day she would get to hear Spike's voice so much. She had no idea he could be so pleasant! She quietly listened to his dreamy ramblings. "Didn't quite do it for you last time, did it, Faye?" Spike asked.

"Oh Spike, it did, trust me," Faye smiled. "Lemme rephrase that," she chortled, snuggling closer to him for dramatic effect. "I expected… different from you."

"Oh. Well, that makes it less painful," he answered, his low voice grumbling into her hair. "Well maybe I'll raise the bar for you a bit," he said, sitting down, determined to change her opinion. As he descended, his hand glissed from her shoulder, down her feminine arm and into her hand. As she motioned to straddle his lap, he nimbly twirled her around and sat her on his leg. Faye tried her best to stifle her girlish giggles as she gracefully landed in his lap. Kissing her, he slowly lowered her down onto her back.

"Mmm…" Faye commented on the sensuality of his touch. Rolling on top of her, Spike straddled her, standing on his knees. Slowly unzipping his pants, he realized that the last time, he cared very little about Faye's pleasure, but now he wanted it to be all for her. It had been an eternity since he'd had this kind of attitude. God, she's beautiful, Spike's mind began its monologue. Why didn't I fall for her sooner? He thought. Oh, that's right… Julia. Spike couldn't help but want to kick himself for trying to hold onto his lost angel for so long. He wasn't even sure if he still was. He just knew that what little feelings for her he had left were quickly being replaced. Hovering over Faye, he carefully uncovered her lower body. She couldn't hold a candle to Faye, he grinned internally. He smiled lightly at the fact that he would never be able to verbalize that opinion to Faye. He'd learned the hard way about how much a woman hates to be compared with others, even if it is to emphasize how she was much better. Faye recaptured his full attention as she quickly unbuttoned his yellow shirt. As he motioned to remove it, Faye gave his thin, dark tie a tug, stopping him. She shook her head decisively. Spike grinned naughtily as she reeled him in for another kiss.