Spike licked his lips, one hand holding the romance novel and the other hand holding Buffy down on the bed. The Slayer was squirming, writhing. Wanting to get away. Wanting to do this to Spike.

"She lowered her eyes to the ground, trying to avoid looking at his bulging package." He looked down at Buffy. "Would you say I have a bulging package, love?"

Buffy was squirming even more. He was so unfair. He was getting her all hot and bothered just by reading a cheesy romance novel to her in that sexy British voice he had that could make her melt with a few choice words.

"Well?"

"Yes," she said quickly, looking anywhere but at him.

"All right then." He looked at the book again.

"Spike..." Buffy began, her voice trembling.

"No." He pushed a little harder on her chest, his fingers snaking over her breasts.

"Please?" She wasn't putting up as much of a fight as she had been before. She wanted him; it was obvious. She knew it. He knew it.

So why was he still reading the goddamn romance novel to her?

"No," he said, a bit more softly. His hands went to caress her cloth covered breasts gently, making her moan slightly.

"Spike..." Buffy was begging.

Spike shut his eyes to avoid looking at her in the beginning stages of passion, all caused by his voice and his touch. He concentrated on the book.

"She pressed herself against him, her breasts rubbing the hard muscles of his chest. He was going to lose control very soon now. She lowered her hand to the button on his jeans, opening them. She unzipped them, unleashing his thick member from it constraint. That was all he could take, the soft touch of her hand along his velvet tip." Spike swallowed heavily, his body reacting to Buffy's soft sounds.

This was enough torture for both of them. "Love? I'm done. This exercise in restraint...are you sure you want to keep doing this?"

Buffy looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes. "Let's just say it's my form of foreplay." She moved enough to have Spike's hand slip off her chest and she reached for him, drawing him close, drawing him in for a white-hot kiss.

Spike pulled away, looking at the Slayer. "So...did you hear anything you liked?"

"I think we can do better," she replied, unbuttoning his shirt.