A/N: Okay, so again, if you're not a fan of mild smut or 17 or under, don't read this chapter. But come on, you didn't think I could write this story and not give you a glimpse into Spike's thoughts now did you? The next chapter will return to their regular day to day stuff.

Thanks again to Remington 700PSS.

Thanks also to Andorian Ice Princess-AIP for helping me with my program glitch, you rock :o)

Spike woke the following morning feeling like a million bucks; he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so soundly. He lay on his back and stretched his body reaching his arms above his head. He wasn't used to sharing his bed and his body could feel it. Once the kinks were stretched out he looked at his alarm clock, it read eight fifteen. Suddenly he caught a whiff of Winnie's perfume or whatever it was that always made her smell so good. He rolled onto his side and watched as she continued to sleep, contemplating whether or not to wake her. A smile crept across his face as he remembered waking her up in the middle of the night and the results of that. He continued to watch her she lay on her stomach with her head turned in his direction and her arm bent at the elbow, her hand tucked safely away under her pillow or more accurately his pillow, the one he usually had under his head while sleeping. That, he figured, explained the kink in his neck, as he tilted his head from side to side.

He reached over and smoothed away some runaway strands of her hair tucking them in behind her ear. She stirred, so he quickly removed his hand deciding he didn't wanted to disturb her slumber. It was her day off and he wanted her to sleep in if that was what she normally did on her day off, he had no idea. That's when the thought occurred to him that he was looking forward to finding out the small details or her life. Did she prefer showers or baths, fiction or non-fiction, red or white wine, although he should know that one, but hadn't paid close enough attention, did she have any sexual preferences? Was she adventurous or did she prefer always making love in a bed missionary style like they had last night, twice. Just as his thoughts began to meander down a rather interesting fantasy Winnie began to stir once again, this time he could tell she was waking up. He lay there continuing to watch her, she opened her eyes and her lovely dark brown eyes were staring back at him.

"Bella Mattina."

Her lips formed into a smile. "I wasn't dreaming."

"Nope, that was no dream." he smiled back at her. "You sleep okay?"

"Yeah."

"You hungry?"

"No, what did you say back there?"

"Where?"

"I think you were speaking Italian."

"Oh, did I? I didn't notice, um…"

"Bella something."

"Oh, Bella Mattina…morning beautiful."

She smiled at him. "I thought beautiful was Bello?"

Spike smiled back, "It is if you say it as a single word."

"Well that's not confusing."

"Do you have any plans today?" He asked changing the subject.

"Not for the day, but tonight my friends are coming over for pot luck. What about you? Do you have any plans before work?"

"I need to go for a run and there's a showing of the house just after lunch so I need to be to be out of here by then."

"You're going for a run? Don't you guys work out before your shift?"

"Yep, but I always go for a run before work. You wanna come with me?"

Winnie looked at him for a while before she asked. "How far do you run?"

"Depends, usually around eight k's or so."

"Eight kilometers!"

"Not far enough for you," He smirked?

"Funny. I think I'll pass thanks."

"I could go shorter if you'd like to come."

"Hmm…I'm not a runner, so I think you're going solo. Why don't you just use the treadmill at work?"

"The treadmill doesn't do it for me. I like real life obstacles, hills and stairs, dogs and cars."

Spike watched Winnie as she rolled over onto her back to stretch; lifting her arms and hands over her head. With just his bed sheet covering all of her seeing the swells of her breasts peeking out, he groaned.

Winnie turned to him. "You okay?"

"Yeah," He replied while rolling onto his back as well.

Winnie lifted herself onto her elbow lifting the sheet to cover herself as she did so. "You sure?"

He looked up at her and shook his head, "Yeah. But do me a favour."

"What's that?"

"Stop being so damn sexy."

Winnie smiled down at him. "Sexy huh, is there a problem with that?"

Spike looked into her eyes and saw her need and knew he was a goner. He began formulating a way to negotiate himself out of his small mess. Within months of joining the SRU he'd made it a personal policy not to have sex before work. The few times he had he'd paid for it dearly. His legs couldn't take it and they had turned to jelly with all the running he did on calls. But looking into her dark needy eyes he knew denying her wasn't an option.

He raised himself up onto his elbow as well, facing her and reaching his free hand out, placing it on the back of her head, gently pulling her towards him. Once their lips met, the passion they'd shared the night before ignited instantly. When he felt her tongue press against his lips, he immediately gave her entrance and their tongues began an age old dance with one another. When she moaned, he gently pushed her down onto his mattress and began exploring her body with his free hand.

"You're so beautiful, Winnie," He groaned.

Suddenly he felt one of her hands come up and rest on his chest gently applying pressure. He supressed a groan this time, he knew that feeling. It was a motion most women made when they were putting the brakes on certain activities. They'd push him away from them and that would be that, he certainly wasn't the type to push back. He briefly thought it was for the best since his legs couldn't take it anyway, but he was already fired up, she had a way of doing that to him.

He looked down at her. "You okay?" He asked, surprised to see the passion still lingering in her eyes.

"Yeah." She replied while lifting herself onto her elbow while placing her free hand on his chest once more and nudging him onto his back. "I thought perhaps you could use a break." She explained while laying the upper half of her body against his.

"You really are trying to kill me, aren't you?"

"If that's the case you'll hopefully die a satisfied man." She teased just before she kissed him.

Was she kidding? He was already a very satisfied man! They'd made love twice during the evening and while each time was different, one fast, heated and passionate, the other was slow, sensual and just as passionate. While the first time had been more about sex and fulfilling their needs and desires, the second time had been more making love and exploring one another, each time had been just as satisfying. He'd been delightfully surprised at how easy it had been to be with Winnie, unlike most first times between two people they had quickly managed to discover each other's pleasure zones, and now he had an assertive Winnie in his bed. He had a feeling the woman currently nibbling the underside of his jaw would continue to surprise him. Her nibbles turned to gentle bites and he moaned. He was quickly heating up again. He decided he needed to make sure she was hot with need soon because he was quickly approaching his limit. He wondered if he'd ever reach a point with Winnie where they weren't playing catch up with her because he was a ticking time bomb needing diffusing.

He placed his hand on the small of her back and ever so slightly began caressing her skin with the tips of his fingers. Her skin immediately broke into goose bumps. She moaned and arched her breasts into his chest.

"Spike…" She whispered.

**FP**

After having very satisfying sex with Winnie, with her on top this time, Spike found himself in the kitchen making a pot of coffee. When Winnie came into the room he turned to her taking in her appearance. It was in sharp contrast to his. She'd just had a shower and looked wide awake and like the woman he worked with. Having brought an overnight bag with her allowed her to wear fresh clothing, apply a small amount of make-up and her hair, still damp from her shower, hung loose around her face. The only grooming he'd accomplished after their heated morning sex was a brushing of his teeth and he was currently wearing a pair of thinning grey SRU issued track pants and a Rolling Stones concert t-shirt.

"Feel better?" He asked.

"Refreshed, not better." She replied with a sparkle in her eyes as she came to stand in front of him.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You truly are insatiable."

She smiled at his words. "I was just commenting that there was nothing wrong with the way I was feeling before my shower." She defended herself.

"Right." He gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"You gonna have a shower?" she asked.

"Nope. Gonna have my run first."

"You're still going for run?"

"I told you I was. I really need to strengthen my legs this morning. The last thing I need is Ed riding my ass about the shape I'm in, or not in."

"Spike, you're in excellent shape. I think you could you know, skip a day."

"No, really I can't. My legs are going to be weak today, the sooner I get the blood circulating to them and the muscles working, the better it'll be."

"Is that my fault?" she asked shyly.

He grinned at her. "No, it's our fault."

"You'll be okay?" she asked.

Spike heard the worry in her voice. "I will, just don't want Ed giving me a hard time if I'm not at my best."

"He's hard on you guys, eh?"

"It's his job to be. He needs to know our weaknesses as well as our strengths, both physical and mental. He mostly leaves our strengths alone. He'll make sure we don't slack off concerning them. He pushes Jules and Sam to make sure they hit the shooting range a lot, that sort of thing. Not wanting them to ignore it."

"And you?"

"Pretty much leaves my working on my strengths to me. My weakness is another story, physically, my legs, he makes sure I do leg presses, lots of squats and I run."

"They seem fine to me." she practically purred as she began to nibble on the side of his neck and kneading his thigh.

Spike leaned his head back and away, "God, Winnie." He crushed her body closer to his, feeling her breasts flatten against his chest. "You need to stop. We really can't do this again today."

"Okay," She whispered against his throat. "You're legs apparently couldn't handle it anyway." She teased him.

"Trust me, if I didn't have to work today, we wouldn't be getting out of my bed."

"Something to look forward to I guess."

Spike heard the timber in her voice take on a serious note as she spoke once again, pulling her upper body away from him, looking him in the eyes. "Are you serious about your legs, 'cause you guys seem to be in pretty awesome shape?"

"Yeah," He nodded his head. "Like I said, we all have our strengths and weaknesses. I have great endurance, steady hands, a clear mind, quick thinking, better than average shooting and concentration, strong arms, but my legs, on calls when I have to run a lot, they burn. It's hard, but I push through and don't allow myself to focus on the pain." He shrugged.

"Oh."

"You're not going to start worrying about me are you?"

"Spike, I have a news flash for you. I always worry about you."

"I see. Hey listen." He said deciding to ignore her latest statement for now and let go of her turning towards the cupboards opening one and taking out a mug, then opening another and taking out a sugar bowl and placing them on the counter, "You sit and relax, have a cup of coffee while I go out for my jog." He continued while pulling open a drawer and grabbing a spoon. He turned to face her again, "Cream is in the fridge."

"Okay."

"And try not to worry about me okay. I work on the most elite police unit in the city, that's no fluke and it means the people who have my back are the best."

He watched her shake her head back and forth, "Spike, I'm not saying I worry about your skills, it's just hard sometimes to sit and listen. More than likely my imagination is making the sounds I'm hearing out to be worse than they are."

"Okay."

"I'd just prefer when you're in the field that you're doing something easy."

"Easy?" He felt his eyes grow large in question.

"Yeah, you know, like covering Greg or something like that."

"Easy, you think that's easy!" He chuckled.

"Well, you know, I mean physically."

Spike couldn't help the laugh that escaped from between his lips, "Okay Winnie, since you're not going to come for a jog with me, you're getting another exercise."

He looked around the room until he spotted the broom leaning against the refrigerator between it and the wall. Grabbing it he handed it to her. "Okay, here.

She took it from him staring at him while she did so and furrowing her eyebrows in question.

"What you're going to do is hold it like gun okay? This is your weapon, you're going to hold it like this." He set about showing her how to properly hold the "weapon."

"Spike…" Winnie chuckled at the absurdity of it all.

"Nope, wait, this'll be good for you. See how strong your arms are."

He went to the cupboard and took out an unopened bag of sugar. "Here, this'll do." He pulled out a roll of packing tape from a small wicker basket sitting on the counter and proceeded to tape the bag to the broom handle. Studying his handy work he nodded his head and handed the broom back to her.

"Okay, this is a pound of sugar. Our weapons weigh between five and six pounds, okay the weight may be evenly disturbed on the real thing, but this'll have to do." He looked at Winnie and saw the amusement in her eyes. "You up for this challenge?"

"Yep." He noticed there was still amusement in her eyes as she answered.

"Okay, while I'm out, I want you to hold the broom the way I just showed you to. You also have to remember to focus on one object." He looked around the room.

"Here, the picture of my niece on the fridge, don't take your eyes off of her. She's your subject, she has a gun, maybe she's waving it around, maybe has it held against a hostage's head, perhaps at Greg, who's standing beside you."

She nodded her head at him.

"Remember, his weapon is still holstered, you are his weapon."

"Right" She said nodding her head.

"But remember, you're also listening to him and the subject and the rest of the team."

"How can you listen to that all at once?"

"Ah ha. You starting to doubt yourself?" He smirked.

"No, I can do this." She said confidently. "I listen to all of you all the time."

"Okay, so you're listening to Greg try and talk my niece down," He tapped her picture. "You're listening to the snipers get into position, listening to whoever is the truck, giving you on-going information. Your voice will be mixed up in there as well with further Intel; you have to take it all in. You know how busy our comms are."

She nodded her head again. "Okay."

"Then, there's Raf, he's a rookie, he's probably standing beside you as your second, but he's a little anxious still, he's still learning the nuts and bolts of the job and the team, you have to keep an eye on him in your peripheral vision and keep him calm if it looks like he's getting antsy."

"Geez." Winnie looked at him with big eyes.

"And don't forget, you have to keep yourself calm. It's a volatile situation, someone could get shot and it's your job to make sure it's not the boss."

"Of course, but what about the hostage?"

"That's the sniper's job, unless they don't have a clear shot, then it becomes yours. You have to be listening and absorbing all the information at all times. If the subject moves, the snipers' line of sight might be jeopardized."

He watched her gulp and grinned. "But don't worry; it's going to be easy, right?" He winked at her.

"Spike…"

"Oh and don't forget, there could be a crowd gathered around, perhaps a couple of uni's behind you somewhere that would like nothing more than play the hero of the day, probably some news cameras and teams back there somewhere as well."

"Geez." She said again.

"You ready." He looked at his watch.

"Yep." She smiled.

"Raise your weapon and I'll see you when I get back. Remember you can't lower it, you do and Greg might end up shot or worse."

"Got'cha." She replied while she raised her sugar wrapped broom weapon and pointed it at the fridge. "But what if I have to pee?" she teased as he opened the door.

"You hold it."

Spike went outside and did some stretches before setting out for his run, wondering how long it would take before Winnie's arms became tired and started to burn and if she was prepared for how the burning and pain would start to take its toll on her mentally and if she'd give into the instinct to close her eyes against the pain.

He also wondered to himself if this challenge to show her how misguided her thinking was had been a good idea? It could backfire and all he was doing was giving her another thing to worry about, if she thought covering Greg was easy perhaps he should have just let go on believing it.

As he fell into his running groove, he thought back to the previous evening. By the time he had Winnie naked in his bed, an image he'd been thinking about the entire day because it had been at the forefront of his thoughts all day, he'd had a very primal reaction to her. There had been a very little foreplay involved and despite his feeling badly about that it turned out there hadn't needed to be. She had been just as ready for their union as he had been. When he'd touched her between her legs she'd been wet and ready and discovering that fact had been like setting a match to fuel.

As if the lack of foreplay and rushed experience wasn't bad enough, he'd then fallen asleep. He couldn't really think of any other scenario that could have been worse, well if he'd had his release before her that would have been worse.

When he woke up sometime around one in the morning with her warm body pressed against his he knew the only thing able to cool his raising temperature was her. A cold shower may have worked as well but it would have been a temporary solution, as he'd just be crawling back into bed with her and his need would only return. So he set about waking her up in a manner that would assure she too would be up to another round of love making, and this time that's what he would set out to do. It wouldn't just be sex to satisfy their mutual needs, but they'd make love and explore each other's body. If truth be known however, he had managed a lot more exploration than she had, because once again he'd been too worked up to last for a lengthy survey on her part.

When she was fully awake he discovered Winnie liked a sucking sensation no matter which part of her body he was exploring, which he was more than willing to accommodate, taking his time. He started with those lips he loved so much. Earlier in the evening she'd responded to his taking her bottom lip between his lips and sucking so that's where he began. He moved to her jaw and then on to her earlobe. She had a significant reaction when he took it between his teeth giving a small love bite. The upper portion of her body arched, she shivered and moaned his name.

He slowly lowered along her throat while bringing a hand up to explore her breast again. He groaned against her throat. He loved the feel of it. It was soft and pliant, yet firm. There were moans and sighs coming from her that acted as the best aphrodisiac they could have ever used.

The name Spike coming from her did something in a positive way as well. Being a work nickname meant that no woman had ever used it while they were in bed with him. Since he'd always associated the name with people who respected him, cared for him, and valued the work he did, hearing her call him Spike while in the throes of passion immediately transported him to a place where he felt safe and secure, and helped him relax.

He was vaguely aware of her hands running through his hair. She did that a lot, most of the women he'd ever slept with did and he didn't understand it. With Winnie however, it was different. She had long slender fingers that seemed to message his head while playing with his hair, it felt nice. He continued his journey to her shoulder blades while she continued playing with his hair with one hand while the other began to caress the side of his neck. Just as he had discovered her penchant for suckling, she too had discovered an erogenous zone.

When he reached her breasts he was rewarded with her calling him Spike again. While he could have spent an infinite amount of time on this delicious part of her anatomy which it seemed she wouldn't mind at all, he was anxious to continue his exploration. So his journey continued southward. Along her long torso and down her abdomen, while it was dark and he couldn't really see, his mouth and tongue quickly found a scar which led him to conclude that Winnie had had her appendix removed at some point. Her anticipation seemed to gather as she began to squirm under his ministrations. She whimpered when he diverted to his right and down to her thigh.

When his mouth finally made contact with her hidden treasure not only did Winnie moan what sounded like relief, he groaned as well. By the time he reached her feminine core he had her entire body humming with desire and anxiety it didn't take long for her to reach the pinnacle of pleasure and she was quickly over the edge and calling out his name which was music to his ears.

As much as they both would have loved her giving his body the same amount of attention, he couldn't have handled it and they both knew it. So with no apologies needed the most exploring she managed was once again rolling the condom on. Which she managed to turn into an experience in its self, she took her time messaging and fondling him for as long as he could take it before he finally entered her. This time his thrusts were slow and steady. They were actually more like a rocking as she joined his movements. He took her hands in his and raised them above their heads on the bed. She was panting and moaning and groaning until she was once again falling over the edge. When she returned to the present she began to nibble his throat, he remembered thinking she'd been observant and had taken in his reactions each time she'd done it previously. Her suckling was what finally did him in and the release that followed was the most intense he'd ever experienced. The only thing he would have changed was being able to explore her body at any other time than in a darkened room in the middle of the night.

His feet continued to pound the pavement and his legs were burning but he continued his run while thinking about their morning coupling. A smile spread across his face as he remembered how she'd surprised him with her assertiveness. She'd also had her fun exploring him. The sensations she sent through him that morning had been exquisite. He assumed the only difference between their explorations was he hadn't let her bring him to orgasm orally as he wanted nothing more than to be inside her again. With his very first thrust into her the evening before he knew his soul had found its home and it had overwhelmed him. He'd had to stop and allow himself the time to come to terms with the thought.

This morning his wish to see her had come to light, both in reality and figuratively as she took control and they'd made love with her on top. It allowed his eyes to feast on the sight of her. She was more beautiful than he'd even remembered her being the evening before. She was fit and lean, her breasts he felt were perfect. Not too big, not too small, but the perfect size for his hands which quickly began to fondle her. He was happy to discover Winnie was one of those woman who responded well to a man's touch and wasn't afraid to show it. When he ran his thumbs across her dark nipples she cried out and lowered herself to kiss him. That's when he brought his hands up running them through her hair. He'd been so engrossed in their kiss and the feel of her loose curls between her fingers that her orgasm snuck up on him and his quickly followed.

Before he knew it he was back in his driveway his legs burning and his breathing coming harder than his normal morning jog brought. He set about doing some warm downs and stretches before he walked back into the house. When he did he smiled, Winnie sitting at the table with her hand wrapped around a coffee mug and reading the morning paper.

"So how long did you last," he asked?

"Not long, maybe fifteen minutes."

"Not as easy as you thought, huh?"

She shook her head, "Nope."

"How are your arms?" he asked while pouring himself a coffee.

"Sore." She smiled.