Author: Bitten And Staked

Title: City of Angels - Chapter Ten - Tease.

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Summary: Fearing things are getting a little too comfortable Buffy hits Spike for old times sake then for new times sake strips to her underwear to tease him.

Timeline: set in between season 5 and 6, in my alternate world where Buffy didn't die. Spike's crypt is trashed during the final showdown and Dawn convinces Buffy to let him stay since he protected them both.

Series: Part 10 of ?

Pairing: Buffy and Spike. Romance, love and nooky.

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: everyone else owns Buffy and all associated with her.

Feedback: always welcome so email me - webmaster@talesoftheslayer.com

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"Spike." She walked back to him.

"Yes love?"

Buffy boxed him on the nose and Spike growled. "Oww. Bloody hell you do that for?"

"Old times sake, just been a while since I hit you. It's my job description remember? Slayer?"

Spike slid into game face, he was pissed that she had suddenly gone back to hitting him for the sake of it. He hit her back, the instant his fist made contact with her cheek pain exploded in his head.

"Arghhhhh." He grabbed the sides of his head as though trying to stop it splitting in two.

Buffy placed a hand over his mouth. "What'd you do that for?"

Spike grinned and licked the palm of her hand in small circles where it rested against his mouth. She was about to pull it away when there was a knock at the door and Buffy decided it best to keep his mouth incapacitated.

"Buffy, are you alright?" It was Hank.

"Fine dad, William just banged his toe that's all." Buffy tried to ignore the fact that Spike now had her index finger in his mouth and was sucking on it.

"Okay, get some rest you two and I'll see you after work." His footsteps receded back into the house.

"Pig." Buffy slapped Spike as she yanked her finger from his mouth.

"Oi! I was enjoying that." Spike feigned anger but the taste of her made it hard to be furious.

Buffy ignored him and took her boots off, followed by her socks. She couldn't deny it was going to be fun to strip down in front of Spike when she knew he couldn't do anything about it. The look on his face was priceless, mouth agape and eyes wide as he watched her unbutton her blouse. He's probably been dreaming about this for months.

Buffy moved across the room within arms reach of him and hung her blouse on a hanger. As she unbuttoned her jeans and started to slide them down over her hips Spike looked like a little kid who had never seen a girl naked before. Buffy couldn't help but giggle at him as she tied her hair up, letting him have the briefest of moments to take in the sight of her in just her underwear before she slipped her night dress on and dived under the covers. She knew it was a wicked evil thing to do to a man, but she couldn't help but feel thrilled by the obvious hunger on his face.

Spike threw his other boot across the room and then stood up to look at Buffy lying in bed. She smiled up at him and looked a little expectant so he frowned at her.

"Strip for me. I am your girlfriend after all."

"A girlfriend who I don't get to shag."

"Strip." Buffy ground the words out hard and grinned.

Spike peeled off his dark red shirt and draped it over a chair. He felt stupid but couldn't deny the girl lying in the bed, the same bed he was about the sleep in. As he lifted his t-shirt slowly revealing his abdomen he caught sight of Buffy smiling.

"This amusing you Slayer? Having a vampire love bitch?"

"Shh! Slowly." Buffy felt a thrill up her legs as Spike inched the shirt over his head, wicked little thoughts surfaced in her mind but she pushed them back down.

Spike slipped the t-shirt off over his head and let it drop to the floor languidly. He ran his hand slowly down his stomach to his belt and unbuckled it. Teasingly he unbuttoned his jeans then let them drop to his knees revealing black silk boxers. He heard a little gasp escape Buffys lips and it made him grin. Slipping the jeans off his feet he left them where they had fallen on the floor then slid under the covers next to Buffy.

He could hear her heartbeat racing but found the will in him to ignore it. Rolling over onto his right he turned his back to her and closed his eyes. The scent of her blood next to him was almost overpowering, he struggled for control as she made a fuss of sorting out her pillows. As her heartbeat slowed and became steady once more Spike relaxed a notch until he felt nimble warm fingers running along his back.

"So many scars. Ooh, I think I did this one." Buffys voice was quiet.

"That you did pet. Never quite healed either, think it was your first." He felt her fingers slide down his back to his tattoo where they stopped.

"Pretty." She murmured then yawned.

When her hand hadn't moved for a few minutes Spike realised she had dozed off. Nothing more for him to do he let himself slip into dreaming.