Authors note: Right, sorry I've taken so incredibly long to get around to updating, just kept putting it off cause I have to write a tiny amount of probably non graphic smut but as Spuffy fans I'm sure you don't care. Anyway, its not like any of you really care that I didn't update but whatever, enjoy this, please, would make me very happy. Your actually very lucky I'm writing, I bit down all my fingernails last night so its somewhat painful to type. I got off topic there, enjoy this chapter.

Buffy laid on her back in the bed in Giles guestroom staring up at the ceiling. She'd been laying here for at least ten minutes now trying and failing to get to sleep, couldn't seem to quiet her mind, which was sad cause with Spike hearing it she really, really wanted to.

"Don't think about it," she chanted, "Don't think about, don't, don't, don't."

Spike lay on the couch, staring up at the ceiling just as Buffy was, trying to ignore Buffy's chant, which was flowing into his head.

"Don't think about what?" Spike asked unable to stand not saying anything, really was rather curious what she was trying to hard not to think about.

"Nothing!" Buffy exclaimed, actually almost yelling as she shot up, now sitting on the bed.

"Don't think about nothing?" Spike questioned, smirking as he also sat up on the couch.

Can almost hear him smirking, Buffy made an angry face, which of course Spike couldn't see but she's pissed off now.

"Shut up," she protested, crossing her arms over her chest and laying her head back on the headboard behind her.

"I'm not the one doing a little chant in an attempt to not think about what it is your trying not to think about," Spike argued.

'You,' Buffy gasped, shit, wasn't supposed to think that, did, no, bad. "Wait," she tried to cover up her mistake nervously. "Wait," she repeated, "Um, no I mean."

"Slayer?" Spike questioned, he really should smirk and make some smart-ass comment but he seemed a little distracted by the fact the Buffy is in the other room trying not to think of him.

"Spike," Buffy said quickly, "That just kinda came out, will it didn't, I just thought it but its really not what it sounds like, I was trying not to think of you being out there and reading my thoughts and with the annoyingness of you and not in any other way because that would be wrong and bad and-" she rambled.

"Slayer," Spike cut her off now unable to hold back a smirk, "I never said anything about it, kinda obvious that's why you were thinking about it." Yet, he can't help but be curious about her nervous rambling, seems she's got a couple problems as well, wait, no bad, no problems, slayer no want, shit, stupid thoughts, don't want the slayer cause she is the slayer and that's wrong, balls.

"Right," Buffy said softy, biting her lip nervously, "Yeah, that's what it was though."

"I know," Spike answered, lying back down on the couch. Great, now thanks to the slayer he can't stop thinking about her thinking about him. Really need to try make some kind of distraction here. Right, focus on the fact that you're still hungry, wait, backtrack, being hungry is a bad thing,\ and its leading to thoughts of drinking, drinking nice warm fresh blood from, well, anybody at this particular point. After a moment of that his thoughts settled on one specific person to bite, slayer. Images of shoving her hard against a wall, pinning her wrists above her head and just biting her filling his head.

Buffy made an uncomfortable squeaking noise when the images Spike was thinking filled her head. "Spike!" she squealed, "Stop thinking that, gross and creepy." Yes, gross and creepy, not at all kinky or a turn on, not at all, never.

Spike snapped back into reality, forcing back the fresh images that came with the sound of her voice and that annoyingly adorable noise she'd made. The images having been him letting go of her wrists, her holding onto his head, egging him on and moaning softly into his ear. Damn, sad to have to stop thinking that, nice image, can practically hear her moaning.

"Spike!" Buffy squeaked again, even louder, "Stop that! Right now! Bad images."

"What images?" Spike said stupidly, right, the plan is not ignore it, knowing Buffy she'd just go into complete denial, she was really good at doing that.

"The ones of you biting me," Buffy answered, still a nervous almost squeak.

"Well I'm hungry," Spike protested, yeah, that'll work as an excuse.

"That doesn't explain the whole kinked up aspect of it," she continued, trying to ignore the fact that it had affected her and still seemed to be. "I was moaning!"

"No, you were screaming," Spike lied, "A horrible scream of pain and terror that you were being sucked dry by me."

Scream, eh, even that sounds perverse, why is everything he's saying sounding perverse. "I wouldn't scream," she protested, "Don't you ever think that again, it's gross and creepy," she repeated herself.

"S'not," Spike argued, "I'm hungry, you're the slayer and of course I want to bite you." Yeah, just wanted to bite her, nothing else.

"Then why was I moaning?" Buffy continued to protest, getting more and more nervous about his thoughts, now forcing back her own thoughts of biting as she seemed to be unable to keep her mind off.

"You weren't moaning!" He continued to lie, "I told you that already."

"It seemed like I was!" Buffy continued, not thinking anymore, just very pissed off and more and more turned on by the whole thing. Wait, turned on, bad, no, shit. "I was moaning, moaning in the dirty thought you were having about me! You were getting off thinking a dirty thoughts about me!"

"No I wasn't!" Spike protested, continuing to lie, yeah, he had been, which really blows.

"You were!"

"I wasn't!"

"Fine," Buffy said flatly, leaning back and looking annoyed. "You were, but I don't want to talk about it anymore. It never happened, never mention it again."

"Fine," Spike replied, also flatly.

Buffy continued to try ignore the fact that the images and the fighting had given her a horrible wonderful starting to become kind of achy pain between her legs.

"I really am hungry," Spike complained, trying to fill his boredom and keep his mind from wandering away to more images that would bother Buffy and that wouldn't be biting if you catch that drift.

"I don't care," Buffy said flatly, closing her eyes and forcing back her own thoughts, powered by the still growing ache.

Spike let out a soft growl, pissed off by her lack of caring. "Right," he said, almost coldly. "Ok slayer, didn't like the images before, take a think at this."

He let his mind wander off to more thoughts, moving back to her pushed up against a wall, wrists once again pinned up above her head. This time however his mouth was being used for other things. In his mind he was kissing her, hard and desperately.

Buffy let out yet another oh so familiar squeak, "Spike!" she practically yelled, "Don't do that, that is so gross." Yet it was having a not so gross affect on her. Not good, a couple images of biting and kissing and this.

Spike smirked, continuing with his thoughts despite the fact it was giving him a growing problem, literally of course. "You were asking for it." He moved his thoughts to him nuzzling into her neck, knowing the neck thing really pissed her off.

"Was not," Buffy protested, shit, neck thing. "Spike, stop," she said almost desperately. "Gross, really, really gross."

Spike cut it out clearing his mind and leaning his head back. "Fine," he muttered, somewhat offended by her and her, 'ew that's so gross.'

"Your messed up," Buffy said flatly, trying to distract herself from the now defiantly bad ache. Eh, not good, not fun, want to fix it can't.

"Yeah, like I liked it," he lied, "I was just stirring you up," he replied, reaching down to rest his hand on his belt buckle, fully tempted to fix his own problem.

"Right," Buffy said sarcastically, fiddling with the top of her pants, "Why do I not believe you."

Spike growled, unable to take it anymore. He reached down and started to unbuckle his pants, making sure to keep his mind focused on arguing with her as to not let her find out that he seemed to be in the process of being bout to jerk off about her, well, not about her, because of her, yeah, not about her, slayer, ew.

"Fine," Buffy smiled, knowing arguing was a good way to distract him, can't believe she's about to do this she reached down, slipping her fingers down into her pants.

Spike finished unbuckling his pants then unzipped them. "Fine what?" he said flatly, wrapping his fingers around the 'problem' and starting to stroke slowly.

"Fine nothing," Buffy replied, pushing several fingers in and gasping, fighting back thoughts of what she was doing. "Fine be that way and stop talking to me. Not that I want to talk to you anyway, don't like you, hate you," she rambled, pumping her fingers slowly.

"Right," Spike replied somewhat weakly, tipping his head back and closing his eyes for a moment, still stroking, getting slightly faster every time. "Hate me," he mumbled, "Slayer, vampire, hate."

Buffy fought back a moan by biting down on her lip, damn, wrong much, wrong almost over, all the images made this be over quick.

Close, "Hate," Spike repeated opening his eyes again and moving even faster.

With Spikes words Buffy arched up, pulling her fingers out, as she was unable to hold back a soft moan as she came. "Hate."

"Yeah," Spike said softly and a second later he came as well, riding it out and laying his head back on the couch.

Buffy panted, laying right down and staring up at the ceiling. Back where they started, except of course, now its different.

Spike paused then zipped up his hands and buckled his belt, slightly unable to believe he'd actually done that and Buffy didn't seem to know anything but then again she was distracted wasn't she?

"Hate," he repeated one last time.

"Yep," Buffy replied, sitting up and once again leaning her head back on the headboard behind her. "Hate."