A/N: Pure smut warning for the next chapter or two. Just incase you hadn't figured that out...

As he slips the ring onto the nightstand Buffy repositions herself properly on the bed, taking him in as he moves to line up with her, kneeling next her legs. All white muscle and bleached hair. Black eyebrows and black eyes. Black polish on his nails.

Her eyelids feel suddenly heavy, drowsy from the overwhelming arousal flaring up. She bites her lip.

Her mouth flickers into a smile. Thinking about the day in the quad after Parker had left her standing, gawking open-mouthed. Deeply wounded.

Rejected.

Spike could've killed then. Hadn't needed to fight her for a quick savage victory, off guard as she was in the daylight, back turned. But he'd toyed with her. As she'd toyed with him. Enjoying the fight more than they cared about the outcome. Fighting with fists and words.

"What does it take to pry apart the Slayers dimpled knees?" He'd leered and she should've been able to read it then. Jealousy. Deep and hurt.

"Did you bruise the boy?"

"Guess you weren't worth a second go."

Those words had stung at the time, sure, but thinking back it was there already. He wanted her. Was angry at wanting her. Wanted to hurt her, the way wanting her was hurting him.

She grins inwardly.

She probably did bruise Parker. And her last night with Riley hand been extravagantly disappointing.

In my element now though. Spike can take the pressure. And he wants it.

I'm not going to let him win.

Spike drinks her in, the sight of her in the dim pale light of her room, lit by nothing but the streetlight through her blinds.

There's a scorching look in her eyes and he feels himself falter. Like she's going to eat him alive, fracturing his bravado for a moment. But stubbornness settles over his nerve.

I know I can make her scream my name. Not that it really matters, seems like I get her either way.

God but how sweet it's going to be when she breaks first. Bloody well wanted to hear my name on her lips since I first saw her. Done pretending I didn't..

Such a pretty voice she's got. Clear and sweet. Like church bells ringing my downfall...

Going to make my name dance on her lips if it's the last thing I do. The way she's looking at me it might well be.

His hand reaches for her thigh and she pulls it out of his reach, twisting her body, coming up to kneel in front of him too. Both of them on their knees on the bed facing each other.

Buffy cocks her head, taking him in, reading his eyes.

He likes it rough, definitely. Likes to feel the scratches and the bruises. Loves the depths and burn.

But he needs the soft side more. She thinks. Remembering the way he wept when Drusilla left. She'd caught him in the kitchen with her mother and later Joyce had told her how heartbroken he'd been, not understanding Buffy's mortification over Spike being in the house alone with her.

He's only seen the hard side of me. The punches and kicks of me. I bet the sweet and gentle side would get him there. Push him there. Push him over the edge.

Maybe not quicker, but definitely louder. I've got all night to win this round.

Another feeling wriggles into view in her head. That it's not just about winning. That she wants him to see her soft side too. Trusts him enough to.

Not something I would've thought even a couple of days ago….

His gaze is dark and dangerous. Not a grin, or a leer, but what you get when you take the smugness out of the passion. Raw want.

She trails her hands up his chest softly, cupping his face in her hands, and his eyes flicker. Confusion for a moment at the track she's taking. She pulls him in closer, gently. Warmly. Lips brushing his and she feels him catch his breath.

Knew it.

Her kiss is sweet and tender. Deep with care and emotion and she feels him melt under her hands, his own coming up and settling on her hips. He moves to push her lips wider, tries to turn the kiss meaner, but she pulls back a little, keeping it slow. Keeping it soft. She can already feel a moan building in the back of his throat under her fingertips. Can feel him tensing, trying to keep himself back from her.

He swallows. Head swimming. Fingers twitching to clench down on her. Teeth aching to bite her into a screaming passion but he's completely hypnotised but her lips swirling on his.

So soft.

She's so soft...

The moan is starting to work it's way up into his vocal chords and he gasps as she presses herself against him, hands cupping him by the jaw. Gently pulling him down on top of her. Lying flush against her as her kiss edges him towards a black sparkling abyss. As her tongue slips into his mouth, slips over his, her hand slides up his neck into his hair and he shivers.

Bloody hell, I'm going to lose, and all she's done is kiss me. I didn't know a kiss could feel like this...

It's too much..

There's a vibrating between them and he realizes he's shaking. From the effort of keeping the groan building up in his throat back. From the softness of her onslaught, sweet and gentle and... and hopeful. Loving.

He pulls back to catch his breath and she let's him go, breathless herself.

Can't let her take the lead so easily. Girl wants to play dirty she's tangled with the wrong bloke.

When she breaks first I'll make her kiss me like that every night.

He pulls his thoughts into order, shaking out of his reverie. She's panting underneath.

She got caught up with it too. He grins. Need to make her fall under it more.

He searches his memory for what in the passed couple of days has made her swoon like now. She'd pressed up and moaned in his mouth whenever he kissed her. And he was going to kiss her again, might never be able to stop... but what else?

The scar on her stomach definitely, but that's too far ahead in the game.

Want to build up to that. Make it so that when I do run my tongue over her she's going to bring the house down.

Just before... earlier just before in the training room, before he'd set his tongue to her he'd unwrapped her wrist, bit at her palm, and later sucked her fingers as he held her against the door. It had made her shiver. Bite back a moan.

Poor Slayer throws punches all day long. Gotta be murder on those sweet little hands. Delicate wrists. She's just begging for some tenderness...

I'll give it you, Buffy. I'll give you all the tenderness you want.

He slips closer to her, lying down by her side and pulling her against him, pulling her leg up across his hip as his arm slides behind her neck. He's got her cradled against him as he presses his lips to hers, softly again, deeply again. She jolts as the fingers of his other hand stroke a nerve in her back, gasps slightly at how gentle he's being with her too.

Not fair.

His hand strokes down her arm with the back of his fingers, the full length down to the hand at his hip. He holds her wrist gently, pulling up towards his mouth and she breaks out of the kiss, suddenly very aware of what he's intending.

Oh so not fair!

Oh God. I might actually lose... if he does what I think he's going to...

He drags her hand up to his jaw. Leans away from her lips and kisses her palm, working towards her fingers. She shivers as he runs his lips across them, before pushing her index and middle finger fully into his mouth. Buffy tries to pull back but she's trapped against him with his arm at her back. His mouth is full of hard teeth, biting her a little as he plays her fingers over his tongue.

She clamps her lips shut, suppressing a moan at the last second, dragging her hand away from his lips before he can do it again. He still has her by the wrist and she tries to tug out of his grip. He doesn't let go, holding on tighter, pushing her arm down and pinning it to the bed, pressing against her harder. With his tongue he traces a line along her shoulder on to her neck, up towards her earlobe. He bites gently, feeling her freezing beneath him, muscles humming, her head tucked against his neck, her breathing shallow as she tries to focus on not making a sound.

He releases her ear and she lets out a shivery pant. He's moving down towards her neck, but she wrenches her wrist out of his hand, pushes him back. Pushing him down on to his back. The smirk is back on his face, and she can see in his eyes he knows how close she was to letting out a groan.

It's starting to hurt her throat how tight she's holding back.

Ok. Maybe I don't have all night. Buffy thinks, as she pins his hands to the bed covers, slipping up on top of him. I'm already too close to giving in...

He's laughing silently, flashing bright white teeth in the dark, and Buffy feels like she's definitely lost the first round.

But I won't lose the second.

She cradles his face in her hands, kissing him deeply, slips her hands down to his chest, trailing her fingers down over his muscles the way he did to her. Taking her time. Slowly moving off his lips when she feels the wicked grin melt, once his attention refocuses solely on her. On what she's doing. Of how low she's slipping down over him.

Soft warm lips over his chest, a tongue over his nipple makes his back arch, claws her arm in a death grip leaving scratches up her forearms. She sucks on him, bites him, her breasts pushed against his stomach. He grits his teeth and she watches as he turns his head away trying to regain control as she moves even lower. Warm tongue and burning lips on his stomach.

She wouldn't. He thinks as she moves even lower, eyelids flickering, air trapped in his lungs as he swallows. She's won't do that. Oh God if she does... I'll lose control if she does. How hot her mouth would be.

Her tongue swirls over his skin and he bites the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from panting her name. Her hands are on the inside of his thighs, moving his legs apart. He can't stop himself from pushing his fingers into her hair, thick silk locks wrapped around his hand and every nerve prickles up as he feels her hot breath against his shaft.

She nips his inner thigh, moving up to the junction between his leg and his crotch, hot tongue darting out to flicker against his skin. He's trembling and when she glances up at him she can see every muscle in his neck is taut, the hand not in her hair is gripping the bed covers.

Got you now.

Something about doing this feels different, exquisitely different, from any other time. Maybe it's his rapt attention, how much he's clearly holding himself back, not just wanting this to be a quick end, but instead wanting to savour every moment with her. All of it feels intimate but easy.

She runs a long slow tongue up his entire shaft and is rewarded with a strangled gasp, his legs twitching against her. She grasps him lightly, pumping slowly as pre-cum seeps out of him, darts a tongue over his head. Laps at him, building up towards taking him in fully.

He's panting, trying to stop his hips from thrusting is taking all his concentration. He's biting his lip to try and have some other sensation to focus on.

You win, pet. Oh God you win, you win, you win...

He'd dreamed what warm skin against him would feel like. What that boiling silken mouth would do to him.

Wasn't close... wasn't anywhere close to this-FUCK

His teeth draw blood from his lip as she sinks her mouth down onto him entirely. Liquid heat flooding up and through him. Can't look down, can't watch her as much as he wants or it'll all be over.

If I make a sound will she stop?

There's a dull aching pressure building in his brain and he realises he's clenching his jaw so tight he's teeth are starting to hurt. Heat for the first time round his cock in his entire existence is making him feel light headed. The agony of every nerve being pulled to breaking point by her tongue is choking him. She's building the pressure up, sucking and swirling her tongue over him, taking him even further to the back of her throat where it's not just warm but burning-

OhmyGod Buffy...

BuffyBuffyBuffyBuffy-

"BUFFY!" He screams, back arching as he comes, the fingers in her hair spasming and clenching down on her head.

She doesn't move away until she feels his muscles relax, until the hand in her hair loosens. She sits up, casually looking him over, kneeling between his legs. There's blood on his lips, and he's panting, eyes dreamily half closed.

She smiles.

"I win."

He lets out a shaking laugh, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You cheated."

"What?!"

"Unfair advantage, luv. No man could resist that." He pulls her up towards him by her forearm, holding her by the hair and dragging her into a kiss. She pulls back.

"Admit defeat."

"Never." His lips wrap around hers, arms pulling her even closer.

"Spike!" She hisses.

"If anything you lost, you spoke first. I'll concede that it's a draw, but that's being very generous."

She chuckles, sitting up on top of him, squeezing his hips with her legs. She gets an electric thrill watching him as sighs contentedly at the pressure of her, hands stroking her thighs.

"And the terms?"

"I think it's got to be a best two out of three situation. Can't see any other way to resolve it."