They tumble lengthways across the bed and she pulls herself further back across it by her elbows, lips not leaving his. His bare chest under her hands is warm from her own body heat.

They shed clothes, pulling them off each other to get to skin, clawing at each other in the stillness of her bedroom. An endless expanse of pale white fills her vision and she jolts alert from underneath the onslaught of their kiss, the crush of his embrace.

Naked Spike. Naked Spike in my room.

She panics, pulling back out of a hard biting kiss, but there's something about the black drowning depths of his eyes, almost all pupil, filled with hunger. He doesn't notice her sudden gasping headrush of shock, too busy wrapping his arm around her waist, one hand pulling her head back by the hair, gently but firmly to get at her neck, biting with blunt human teeth, feeling her pulse on his tongue. Beating away in his head.

Something internal inside her snaps and she lunges for him, sinking her own hands into his curls. He's left them un-gelled she realizes. Knowing she'd want him to. Surprisingly soft hair, not dry from the bleach but thick and winding. Tangling around her fingers as she sinks her mouth down over his throat. She wraps her legs around his, and squeezes. Squeezes everything, the hips under her thighs, the hair in her hands, pulling as her mouth bites and sucks over the muscles in his neck.

She can feel him shaking, the hand at her back vibrating, he's trying to breath round a groan in his throat. Pulling himself back from an unnamable edge as she latches onto him.

Her skin is burning, scorching his own as he sinks deeper into her wild, biting embrace. Her tongue catches a nerve and he nearly loses himself entirely, swallowing down a howl just before it escapes. He gets her wrists in his hands, pinning her to the bed and pulling out of reach of her mouth.

"I can't keep quiet if you do that again, luv."

She smiles in the dark, her hands held down by the sides of her head as Spike catches his breath. Suddenly she spreads her arms wider under his grip, forcing him to lose his height above her, bringing his face closer to hers. She runs a tongue over his throat, up to his ear, biting the lobe as her legs pull him in tighter, hips grinding.

Spike bites back a groan, thrusting back against her. He releases her wrist, scooping her up from behind. His fingers line up against her spine, electric bundles of nerves singing underneath his fingertips and bears down. Buffy yelps, releasing his ear.

"You don't want to start a war with me, missy." His breath tickles her ear and Buffy's back arches involuntarily up into him, pushing her closer towards him.

"I always want to start a war with you."

He purrs against her, a deep growling sigh as his lips find hers. The reverberations of it travel the length of her, hardening her nipples against his chest. Shes wet already but she can feel it flooding inside her.

"I could make you howl, you know. All that blood pumping through you, gives away all your secrets. I can read you like a book."

"Maybe," she edges away from his lips before he can sink her with another mind-numbing kiss, slipping a leg higher onto his hip. "But I'm not the one with a Slayer fetish. You'll cave before I do."

His eyes flash in the dark and she nearly giggles at how much lust is flooding his face.

"Care to make a bet?" He takes her sudden silent focus as a yes. Bites a lip in a sweet hard kiss. "Terms?"

"First one to make a sound loses."

"Easy." His hand trails up her back, making her shiver and he grins at the way she bucks gently against him. "And the prize?"

"Aren't I enough of one?" She smirks.

He pulls back, raising an eyebrow. Taking her seriously. He catches her chin in his hand and pulls her face towards him, looking hard into her eyes.

"If you're the prize, and I win, you're mine. No skulking around behind your little gang's backs, Slayer."

Buffy holds her breath, considering carefully.

He wants me. All of me. Strangely cares... about me. And mom and Dawn.

And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him back.

...So really a win-win situation.

Huh... my first one.

"Fine." She pulls her chin out of his fingers, nipping his thumb with her teeth. "And when I win?"

Spike blinks, sucking air in between his teeth.

Didn't think she'd agree to that...

What else can I get her to agree to.

He takes a gamble, pulls his hand out from behind her back, the silver rings on his fingers catching the light from the blinds, and he pulls off the smallest one with his teeth. Heavy, thick silver.

The one he proposed with.

He holds it in front of her face.

"You get this back."

He watches her for a sign that that's too far, but her features are unreadable. After a moment she looks him in the eyes.

"And everything that goes with it?"

His mouth goes dry. Throat closing. Legs weakening.

...Didn't say no.

He nods.

"Yes."

She hesitates, cogs whirring...

"Deal."

He smiles. Win-win. He reaches up, thoughts on fire, and leaves the ring on the nightstand.