Okay dear readers - the moment we've all been waiting for! It's of course an NSFW ch and you made also need a glass of ice water!

Winnie felt her breath hitch in her chest at his words. Oh yes, this was what the poets, or at least John Cougar Mellenkamp had meant when they spoke of love hurting so good. Spike's words made her ache with such sweetness for him it nearly overwhelmed her, but instead she found herself murmuring words from the heart.

'Yes, Michelangelo. Together.'

Spike kissed her again, so tenderly Winnie was amazed she didn't simply slip into a puddle of goo at his feet then and there. Then he was taking her by the hand and leading her upstairs to his room, opening the door with a flourish. 'Wait here a moment.'

'Okay.'

A little befuddled, Winnie did as he asked her - the room was nearly pitch black with only a little light coming from the window. Then she heard the snap and hiss of a torch, saw the flame touch the wick of a candle. Then another and another until the room was gently glowing and Spike was gesturing with sheepish pride.

'Ta-da,' he said lightly, saw Winnie's face light up in surprise.

He'd transformed his bedroom, his usual crash-space, into a boudoir of near-epic proportions. He'd changed out the usual linens from Italian blue to a deep eggplant purple silk, so the light from the strategically placed candle holders with their mirrored surfaces made the bed look like a lagoon seeing the first flickers of dawn The candles themselves were lightly scented with coconut and lime, so that when Winnie closed her eyes, she could easily imagine they were in their own private cabin on a tropical island. When she opened them, she saw he'd stripped off his dress shirt and socks so that he was barefoot, bare-chested and wearing only his black dress pants and his thin gold chain with the small gold horn for good luck.

'Oh Mike,' she sighed, felt her throat close up. 'All this is for us?'

'For us,' he agreed. 'I...I wanted to surprise you, treat you right. As hot as it might have been at Ed and Sophie's cottage, you deserve the best.'

Winnie ground her teeth together to keep from weeping delicately at his thoughtfulness, his desire to give them a true night of romance. Instead she turned to him, kissed him sweetly, felt the edges of lust begin to unfurl. 'I'm going to slip into the bathroom, slip out of this dress so-'

'No.' Spike shook his head. 'I wanna unwrap you myself.'

'Okay.'

Spike sat down on the foot of the bed, drew Winnie close then turned her so he could run his hands up her back. He found her nearly-invisible zipper, gently drew it down and let out a groan when he saw what she wore beneath. The emerald satin glowed jewel-like against her caramel skin, and the panties - if they could even be called that - were transparent lace that let him see her smooth backside. When she turned around, he felt the rest of his blood drain into his lap at the sight of her breasts swelling gently above lace that matched her panties. A quick sweeping glance let him see through the lace of her panties to let him know she'd taken his advice about no more Brasilians.

'Winona,' he breathed, 'you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.'

'You're the most handsome man I've ever see,' she replied, not bothering to hide her gaze from him - he loved when she looked at him, and his flag was flying proudly from looking at her in her lingerie. She could make him feel that way too, something that forever made Winnie feel like the most powerful woman in the world. Leaning down, she kissed him, slipping her tongue around the edges of his lips before she straightened up and began to pop the pearl buttons of her teddy open one at a time.

Spike swallowed tightly as inch by inch she shed the satin; he had a flash of the time he and Sam went to see a Dita Von Teese show at the York Diamond nightclub. This was far and away better than any burlesque show, for it was meant just for him. When Winnie stood naked but for her tiny little panties before him, he lifted his arms to stroke his hands up and down her thighs just as he'd done the first time they'd gotten naked together. Only this time, Winnie moved in and straddled him as she kissed him, deepening it so that she tumbled him back and she moaned lightly as she pressed her hips against his.

'Mm, Michelangelo, I bet this is how you got the nickname Spike,' she purred, and Spike gave a light laugh.

'No, it's not, but thank you,' he returned in the same husky tone.

'Well, let me double-check.'

Winnie sat up straight, scooted back; she closed her eyes, biting her lip when his hands stroked up her sides, then moved to cup her breasts. How did he always know just where to touch, what to do to make her feel so damn good? She let her head roll back forward as she opened her eyes, licked her lips. 'Mike, baby, I'm trying to seduce you and you're making it hard for me to even remember my name.'

'You already have, Winona.'

'Oh...' She pressed a hand to his chest, felt the clap of his heart beneath her palm. 'Why don't you let me finish getting you naked?'

'No.'

'No?'

'No.' With lightning quick moves, Spike flipped them so he was stretched on top of her, crushing his mouth to hers. He felt her legs shift, open to accept him against her body; he ground his hips deep against hers, making her moan against his lips. He rose off the bed, waiting until Winnie had propped herself on her elbows to watch him. 'You're not the only one who can tease.'

He watched her face as he slow dragged his zipper down, let his dress pants fall to the floor; Spike felt his ego get a nice stroke when he saw her eyes go wide with anticipation - he'd gone commando for their date, and Winnie had never been more thankful for it in her life.

For a moment, Winnie felt a quick lick of panic in her stomach. Spike wasn't just gifted, he was well-endowed and she was momentarily afraid that she wouldn't be able to handle him inside her. Then she relaxed as he slithered on top of her and she felt him pressed, hot and hard and naked, against the lace of her panties; yes she could handle him.

Then she could hardly think at all as his hands were everywhere on her body, making her shudder and shiver in pleasure. She felt the lust pool between her thighs as his lips traced from her mouth down her throat to the valley between her breasts. When Spike shifted so his tongue rasped over her own hardened nipple, Winnie let out a little cry, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

'Oh, God, Mike, yes!'

Spike smiled against her breast, shifted to give its mate equal attention. The way her short, neat fingernails bit into his skin only made him feel closer to her, more in tune with her needs. He knew he had his own breaking point, but he also knew that he had one clear goal in mind; hearing his girlfriend moan his name with such passion told him he was on the right path.

'Winnie,' he sighed, 'tell me what you want.'

'Huh?'

'What do you want me to do to you?'

Had it been anyone else, Winnie would have snapped back that he should know what she wanted by that point, but this was different - this was Spike, and she knew he wanted her to be vocal with him. Winnie had discovered that she loved to be loud in bed with him, something she'd never thought she could be without being teased by her bed-partner. Not only did he bring that out in her but she enjoyed it, too, giving back a little of that bossiness he'd seduced her with.

'I want...' Winnie trailed off, brought his lips up to hers, then whispered in her lover's ear, 'Michelangelo, I want to come for you, with your tongue between my thighs.'

Spike responded by kissing her, then trailing his mouth down her body until he reached the hem of her so-called panties. Knowing she'd love the naughty feeling it gave her, he dragged them down her hips with his teeth. When they landed somewhere on the floor, he circled her ankle with his hand, and began kissing his way up her leg, passing over her knee and up her thigh until he reached her honeypot and began to delicately kiss the flesh he found there, slick with lust for him and him alone.

Winnie moaned loudly, her head thumping back against the bed even as her back arched. God he was good at this, so good at making her feel so sexy, so desperate with need for him. Her fingers found their way to the back of his head as he dipped and swirled, licking, even sucking lightly at her trigger. She swore lightly as her hips ground a rhythm just for the two of them, felt the pleasure build up inside. Then her world shattered into a thousand psychedelic pieces when she felt him slip two fingers between her thighs to part her heated lips and drive his tongue inside her.

Spike's head swam at the sound Winnie made as the orgasm tumbled through her system like an avalanche. The urge to move up and simply bury himself inside her was impossible to ignore now, but he would protect them both; that was as important to him as the romance of the moment. He kissed the inside of her thigh, her hip before moving back up her body to look her in the eyes.

'Winona,' he murmured, kissing her gently.

'Michelangelo.' She put her palm to his cheek. 'Do you have-'

'Yes, for real this time.'

Winnie laughed lightly, then saw him reach under the pillow and he produced a condom, the same kind she'd kept in her own bedside table drawer. Before he could tear open the foil, she caught his wrist. 'Michelangelo, let me.'

Spike could only nod, positioned himself so his ass rested on his heels, and he bumped his forehead against hers as he felt her fingers delicately roll on the latex. He watched her move back, laying against the silk sheets, eyes heavy and face soft. He moved forward, positioning himself over top of her, then sank himself inside his beautiful Winnie.

Winnie sucked in a breath of anticipation as she felt Spike slip inside her. Her mouth fell open as she took him in, all of him and felt him begin to move; she moved with him, the sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt during sex before. Maybe because you know this isn't just sex, a little voice in her mind told her. She wrapped her arms around him to keep him as close to her as she could, the delicious friction they created push her closer and closer to the edge, each cry of his name from her lips making him feel like a god.

Spike watched her face, the way her lips formed a perfect little O as he entered her, the way she gasped with every thrust he gave her. He'd never been a selfish lover, but he'd never remembered a time when he'd been so selfless either. Perhaps because you knew that it was just making love with Winnie, but making love to her, too, something in his brain reminded him. He felt her go tense beneath him, her breath catch and hold, as she clenched around him and began to shudder as she came; when she drifted in the after-shocks, Spike drove her up again, and he felt the orgasm burst through her once more.

Winnie kept her eyes open the second time, for now she knew what to expect and when she felt him begin to tremble and shake as he neared his own climax, she locked her legs around his hips, and moaned in his ear, 'Come for me, Michelangelo.'

Unable to disobey Winnie's simple, sweet request, Spike closed his eyes; he turned his face to her throat to breathe deep the scent of her skin and let himself fly.

Equally spent, they lay tangled together on the bed, neither one saying a word. For some it would have been perceived as an awkward silence, but for Winnie and Spike, it was unnecessary to put into words to the other what they felt in that moment. Instead, they just stayed together, fingertips passing over skin dewy with the clean sweat of good sex.

After what seemed an eternity, Winnie finally spoke. 'Spike?' she murmured softly.

'Mmm.'

'Mike,' she tried again, and felt him snuggle against her breasts.

'Mmm.'

'Shouldn't you be worried?'

'Mmmm? 'Bout what?'

'About any little Mikeys escaping the holding tank?' Winnie pointed downward between their bodies. 'Isn't that the point of wearing a condom?'

'Oh right.' With what he considered a monumental effort, Spike levered himself up, disposed of the used condom into the waste-basket beside his bed, then went to the bathroom to clean himself up. While there, he looked at himself in the mirror briefly, studied his face. No, he looked no different, so why did it feel like this moment was inexplicably a turning point in his life?

He wandered back to the bedroom, saw the sexy naked woman lying there, now modestly covered with the silk sheets he'd bought just for them. That was why, he realized, the fact it wasn't just any woman in his bed tonight, it was Winnie. Rounding the foot of the bed, he crawled in beside her, looped his arm around her to hold her close. He felt his blood nearly still in his veins when he caught the sheen of tears on Winnie's cheeks.

'Hey,' he said to her softly. 'Hey, what's all this?'

'Mike, I...I don't know what this is, I was just lying here thinking...' Winnie trailed off, unsure of how to put it into words. 'I've never been romanced like this, and...you overwhelm me in the best sense of the word. I can't believe you went to all this trouble just for me.'

'Because you're my beautiful Winona, and you -us - what we have together is totally worth this trouble. Besides.' Spike shifted, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 'I'm your boyfriend, it's my right to spoil you rotten.'

'Same goes, but...I feel like it's you whose been doing all the romancing.'

'Now that's not true at all. Who's the one who surprised me with beer and wings after a long night on a drug raid? Whose the one who gave me a blowjob in the shower after a frustrating day in court, even when I was convinced I wasn't in the mood for sex and you proved me wrong?'

'I don't know if I'd call that romance-'

'Who's the one who kept my mother talking on Skype while I washed the blood off my hands when I was home after shift, when I couldn't clear all the civilians at a bomb call in time? Who's the one who, after that same bomb call, rubbed my back down with coconut oil and then held onto me when I had that same damn nightmare?'

'Me,' Winnie said with a sheepish little smile. 'Alright, I suppose we are both romantic, you're just a little more...traditional in how you express it.'

'Blame it on being Italian. And speaking of which...' Spike gave her a kiss, then scooted out of bed. 'Wait right here.'

Winnie nodded, watching him leave the room naked before flopping back on the silk sheets and giggling like a loon. Oh, wow, was all she could think. Wow, wow, wow; she'd never had a first-time, or any-time come to that, with a boyfriend or any other type of bed-partner. But then, none of them had been Michelangelo Scarlatti, who was so handsome, so loving, so generous in more ways than one. Had she known that was what she'd been waiting for with him, Winnie had to wonder if she'd have waited so long. Yes, she decided, answering her own question. Yes, because the wait made them appreciate the gifts of the other one all the more.

She lifted her head when she heard him come back up the stairs, then shifted to sit up properly when she saw what he had in his hands - a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and the boxed-up tiramisu from dinner along with two spoons.

'Champagne now or in a moment?' she asked him.

'In a moment. Something I must do first.' Spike flipped open the lid of the dessert box, dabbed a little of the cream onto his fingertip. 'Lie back.'

'Bossy again, I like it.' Winnie complied, giggling when she felt the sweet creaminess hit her belly. It was quickly followed up by Spike's tongue, and her giggles turned to full on laughs.

'I told you I was going to use you for my dessert bowl tonight,' Spike winked at her, then offered up a spoon. 'Choose your weapon, milady.'