After they disposed of the demon, Buffy and Spike headed back to the hotel to call Giles and let him know what happened. While Buffy was on the phone, Spike had decided to take first dibs on the shower.
When Buffy was finishing up in the bathroom, Spike got the room sun proofed with the extra blankets from the hotel closet.
"Slayer, are you done in there?" Spike asked from the bed, "You don't need to do your hair if I'm gonna mess it up anyway." The last part said under his breath.
Buffy peaked out the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around her body.
"Spike... Who says I will let you mess my hair?"
"Oh... I didn't think you heard that..." He smiled cheekily.
"Oh I heard you alright... I do have slayer hearing you know... And besides... Since we are both fresh and clean from the demon 'gook', I don't think I feel like getting all sweaty and icky again..." She knew she was bating Spike. The look on his face was priceless, if he actually thought she didn't want to have sex. Buffy decided to toy with him a bit longer.
"I mean," she said walking into the room making sure her towel would unhook by the time she was at the base of the bed, "Do you think that I could be in the mood after dissecting that slimy gross beast?"
Spike's mouth gaped as she teased him by trailing her hand from her neck, slowly moving down through the valley between her breasts, stopping and circling them absent-mindedly, knowing that she was driving him insane with lust.
"Please Spike... You must know me by now..." With that she pounced on the bed with a big smile on her face, attacking his mouth with fervor.
"I knew you didn't mean it Slayer... since I can smell your arousal a mile away!" Spike confirmed as he dipped his fingers into her wetness.
Buffy sighed as she felt his talented fingers inside her. Spike rolled her over and lapped up the droplets of water from her shower on her skin. Buffy lay back to enjoy the treatment she was receiving, stretching her arms above her head, and grabbing the headboard.
Spike stopped his ministrations, to peer up at his woman, his mate... He decided he was going to take his time with pleasing her tonight! The night was for them and no one else at this moment.
Spike started caressing her fingertips, down to the palm of her hand. Down her wrist with a feather-like touch to her elbow.
All the while Buffy lay still with her eyes closed.
"Such determination to lay still Pet?" Spike asked, "Why don't we up the stakes a little... No pun intended...."
Buffy opened her eyes... a scared look came across her features... "Um, Spike... What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I wager that I can make you cum without touching you... where it counts that is..."
"You've got to be kidding me!" Buffy said with amazement in her voice.
"That's right! So are you game?" He asked with a raised brow.
"What would be the reward?" Buffy asked, pondering the proposition in her head.
"Well... it could be breakfast in bed for a week." He replied.
"Breakfast? Yeah... and what would you make me huh? Blood pudding? Blood sausage?" Buffy joked.
"Now, now Slayer... I might add that I'm a very good cook when I need to be..." Spike defended himself.
"OK, ok... You're on. Prepare to make my eggs sunny side up, and cinnamon toast, thank you very much."
Spike was always up for a dare, especially if it was anything sexual, more so including his Slayer. He went back to her elbow and started circling it with his fingertips, then turning her arm so that he could kiss the inside crease. His tongue snaking out to her vein.
Down he went toward her armpit, passed her supple mounds, he lingered on her rib cage. His fingers traced each rib from side to midriff then over to the opposite side.
Buffy's breathing was becoming labored, but more so to keep from letting Spike know that she was ticklish around her tummy.
Spike knew Buffy was ticklish, but he had to make sure to find all the pressure points for female orgasm.
Before the Boxer Rebellion, Spike had eaten an acupuncturist, but had learned a few things about pressure points and massage techniques that would bring any woman to orgasm. No one would ever say that 'William the Bloody' was a selfish lover!
He knew that he had found one of the points around Buffy's belly button; by the way she was arching her hips. He trailed down her body, passing her centre of desire. His fingers lightly massaged her thighs down to the tender flesh behind her knee, there Spike knew would send her over the edge.
Buffy couldn't believe that she was experiencing this pleasure, and that he hadn't even caressed her breasts or entered her. She was tempted to let her own fingers do the walking, but she knew that Spike would call all bets off if he had noticed that she was helping herself along.
Spike found the area behind her legs that needed to be manipulated. In less than a minute Buffy was reeling from her climax, her hips bucking and her head tossing from side to side.
