"What's so good about it?" Spike asked her. He was sprawled out on the bed. "My lover wants to restore my soul, then she almost kills me with sunlight. Plus she gave me a hell of a headache. It's a fucked up morning."

"Tsk, tsk. Did the vampire wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" Raksha asked teasingly, momentarily forgetting the things she needed to discuss with him.

"No, I'm just hungry," Spike retorted.

"What?" Raksha inquired, looking at him. He remained silent and looked at the floor, avoiding her gaze. "Oh this is rich! You didn't feed! God, Spike, you forgot the first rule of vampirism?" Raksha laughed. She went over to the bed and sat down on the edge.

"I had better things to do," he snarled, hoping it would shut her up.

It didn't. In fact, if it did anything, it made her laugh harder.

< What's wrong with me? I should be serious. But I can't believe he didn't feed. The next thing I know, I'll be sitting on his lap again and letting him feed from me. Damn it Raksha be serious! Why is he here? This is the last place I expected him to be... > She stopped laughing and took a few deep breaths to calm down. "Spike, we need to talk."

He glared at her. "Really? Well, I don't want to talk."

"Then why are you here?" she asked. < I know why, but I want to see him squirm. He knows he was wrong and has comed to beg foregivness. Plus he wants to feed from me. Men are so easy to understand. >

"I had no where else to go," he answered, knowing she knew it wasn't the truth.

Raksha snorted. "Come on Spike. Can't you do better than that? You and I both know you have enough money to get outta here if you wanted to. Want to know why I think you're here? Why I know you're here?" She paused for a moment, then plunged on without waiting for an answer. "You ran out of the library and probably went somewhere to think. And while you were thinking you came to the conclusion that you acted impulsively and knew I would never do something like restore your soul because William could never handle it. So you came back here to see if you could back on my good side and feed from me. Am I wrong?"

Spike stared at her. "Damn, you're good," he muttered reluctantly.

Raksha snickered. "If there's one thing I've learned in life it's how to understand men. They're so simple."

"So when did you become such a man basher?" Spike asked teasingly. He knelt behind her on the bed and started working his magic - nibbling, light kisses and wonderful things with his tongue - on her neck.

"I'm not. I like men... most of the time. As long as they're not screwing up. I just say things like that to remind you of my superiority," Raksha answered. Her voice was low and rough with passion. < Um... I think I'm in heaven. >

"Yes I am but your humble servant, milady," he purred against her neck. "So have I got back on your good side yet?"

"No, but I think you can you think of some way to make me happy," Raksha told him.

"I know I can," Spike stated as he turned her face around. "You'll be very happy when I get through with you."

Raksha grabbed his head and kissed him. He pulled back hissing from the pain she had caused.

"Sorry Spike. I forgot about your head. Let me look at it," she commanded. He turned his head to the side where she had banged it against the table. "Big baby. It's just a little bump. It's almost gone."

"It still hurts. Maybe you should be the one trying to make me happy," he pouted - almost comically.

Raksha said, kissing him between sentences: "I'm sorry. But you deserved it."

"The boy shouldn't have said what he did," Spike defended himself.

"You still did deserve it," Raksha argued. "You're almost two hundred. The 'boy' is only seventeen. He is like most mortals; they don't live long and only a few learn something significant from life. He is, admittedly, more informed than most humans, but he still is a child. You should have shown a little self control."

"When have I ever shown self control?" he asked.

"Never," Raksha laughed.

"It seems to me, that you have gone completely off track, luv," Spike told her. He grabbed her and kissed her.

Raksha pulled back. "Okay. You can resume trying to make me happy."