"My keys are gone love, everyone's keys are." Spike said as he reentered his bedroom.

Mana, wrapped in the bed sheet, was seated at the window, but turned when he entered. "How is that possible?"

"No bloody idea," he confessed, Sitting on the bed and frowning, "Last time it happened we had five fur balls."

"Fur balls?" she asked raising a brow at him.

"Yea," Spike nodded, "About five of the brat's clients. Surly you know exactly what my dear little sister represents exclusively."

She shook her head solemnly.

"Werewolves love, fur and slobber and lack of brains and she's not got enough sense to not bother with them." Spike chuckled a little.

She shrugged slightly, "She's a stubborn one."

"That's one word for it," He replied flinging his boots back off.

Mana stood and let the silken sheets slide from her form, so pale she practically glowed in the moonlight that shone through the window. "Yes well she can be a bit overbearing at times but it's who she is," She smiled softly up at him as she lowered herself to her hands and knees, crawling slowly across to him and taking the button of his jeans between her fingers and popping it before slowly sliding the zipper down.

"Mmm love aren't you forgetting to ask permission?" Spike moaned softly.

She grinned up at him, letting her hand slide in between the layers of fabric, the denim on one side of her hand rough, the cotton boxers on the other smooth as she groped him, "Are you asking me to stop then?"

"Mmm, ohh nooo," he moaned breathlessly.

The girl batted her lashes at him as she felt him grow in her hand, giggling softly, "I didn't think so," she cooed softly as she moved in to nuzzle at his crotch playfully.

Spike could only moan louder, "T-teasing little wrench!" he cried as she slid both hands up his legs to his hips and gave a firm tug, ridding him of his jeans and boxers in the span of a second.

"It isn't teasing if you don't stop," She giggled softly.

Spike began Squirming some, trying to dislodge his clothes, "You realize that this is highly dangerous love."

Mana's head tilted slightly as her cold fingers wrapped around the toy that was now free for her enjoyment. "Why's that?"

"Because of that damnable psychopath roaming around waiting for her bloody revenge," he groaned softly.

She giggled playfully as she slid her hand up and down his shaft with a teasing twist at the head. "She won't hurt you."

At her teasing he moaned louder, "She damn well might!"

She pouted softly with a little whimper as she gazed up at him from beneath lowered lashes. "So you do want me to stop?" Her lip quivered slightly.

"Hell no woman!" He roared in utter pleasure.

"Good." She flashed a smile before lowering her head, face hidden behind dark curls as the flicked the tip of her lounge against the head before parting her lips and drawing him into the warm depths of her mouth.

Spike growled and groaned, digging his nails into the sheets, "Ohhh good girl!"

The girl giggled softly around his cock as she felt it press against the back of her throat before drawing back slowly, starting a slow rhythm.

Again he groaned softly, "P-pace yourself love. No need to rush things, with the Kitten getting wasted we got all night." he said as he gently grabbed her hair to take control.

She moaned softly around him as she let her tongue swirl around the head, causing him to suddenly shower his little tease's face with red seed, her eyes closing in reflex as the hot stream hit her face.

"Mmmm now lick it clean love," he smirked cockily, "Use that nice long versatile tongue of yours."

She giggled gently as the tongue in question poked out and slowly trailed up his shaft, she took her time making sure she didn't miss a spot.

"Mmmmm" he moaned pleasantly before moving to bath her own face clean with his tongue, "Mmm coppery."

She pulled him down and pressed her lips to his hard.

"Mmm my dirty whore wants all of her daddy's seed don't she love." Spike smirked yet again to his visually young lover while she cooed softly, running a hand up his leg slowly before turning her back to him, crawling up unto the bed and giving a provocative wiggle in his direction.

"Another round? Before breakfast?" he asked.

The girl giggled again, this time a low, provocative tone as she lowered herself onto her elbows, her rear lifting slightly in the air. "Only one?"

Spike began licking his jaws at the sight before him before pinning her, causing the girl to squeak some as her face was pressed into the mattress beneath her, pressing herself back against him playfully, starting the game yet again.