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Temptation's Call

Bonnie threw the remote across the room; her eyes lingered on the black smudge it created on her pristine white walls.

Death is on your heels baby, and sooner or later it's gonna catch you.

Who in the hell did Spike think he was talking to the Slayer like that?

She could have ended him at any time, stake through the heart or a twist of the neck during one of their illicit moments of intimacy. He had been just as vulnerable as Buffy and just as arrogant as Damon.

Bonnie groaned, slamming her pillow between her thighs, dampening the heat that settled there with the mere thought of the undead heathen. She wanted him; in spite of the arguments, violent battles, and attempts on her life.

At one time she'd sworn off Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathons, because of Damon Salvatore.

Stefan was definitely Angel on his good days and Angelus when he fell off the wagon and enjoyed more than his fair share of human blood. The role of Spike fell to the eldest Salvatore without a doubt. The refusal to follow rules or bend to authority – his obvious disrespect of anyone who didn't see thing his way – undeniable sex appeal that oozed from his pores.

She concentrated, wasting little time, watching as her screen lit up with the figures of Buffy and Spike, even now she could see the sexual tension building between them. She prepped for another sleepless night filled with endless dirty dreams and nasty thoughts about the nemesis across town.

There was no fear provoked response when the cool lips brushed her ears as he spoke, "She wants him."

"Go away."

Bonnie countered.

"You don't want that."

He had the remote in hand, skipping back frame by frame. His voice echoed the actor's words on screen.

"And part of you wants it…not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you're a little bit in love with it." His mouth, that devilish, highly skilled mouth, skimmed the contours of her neck, fangs pricking her skin, and an uncharacteristically warm tongue lapping at the blood that pooled there. "A little bit in love with me."

The room went black and she was unsure if it was from fear or the revelation knowledge of her hidden secret.

"You love me little witch."

His voice was confident; fingers sure as they slipped the downy cotton covered mass from between her legs, and replaced it with his body. She buckled under his power. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her delicate fingers slipped beneath his black t-shirt.

Bonnie committed to the sin not only the temptation.