He wrapped an arm around her nestled form.
"Comfy?"
"Very. Where's the popcorn?"
Spike rummaged in the sheets for the bowl. His hands had a mind of their own.
Buffy squealed as palms fondled her breast. "We're supposed to be watching the movie!"
"I can't help myself. Love you too much."
She smiled sweetly. "Love you, too." A pause. "But I want my popcorn."
Spike rolled his eyes and tossed her the food.
"Aren't you hungry?" she asked, trailing a delicate finger down the column of her throat.
"Minx!" he growled, and pounced, popcorn and movie forgotten amidst heady moans.
