Buffy yawned and stretched. Spike's couch was really not that bad a place to sleep, although she was a little stiff. It was she decided, one of the advantages of being short. She was able to lay almost fully stretched out on the couch.

She lifted herself up, and peaked over the back of couch to check on Spike. When she saw him she almost wished she hadn't. The night before she had agreed to undress Spike completely. She knew that he liked to sleep naked so it wasn't as if he had anything else to sleep in anyway. It seemed too cruel to make him sleep in his jeans.

So she had undressed him letting his cock free for the first time all day. Of course he'd made all sorts of remarks through the whole process, begging and pleading with her to get him off. Telling her that she could do anything to him she wanted, use him any way she wanted. She had been tempted. There had been a moment, right after she pulled his jeans off his ankles, when he was there on the bed, completely naked, completely hard, when she had thought about just pushing him down and ridding his cock for all he was worth.

But she didn't. She tucked him in under the sheet and went into the bathroom to change into her pajamas and go to sleep herself.

She looked at him laying there, the sheet around his waist, so that she could see his perfect chest. And the place where the sheet was tented. He still had his erection, or maybe it was a new one? Maybe he'd managed to rub against the mattress and get off. She secretly hoped not, she hoped it was the same erection. That he really couldn't get off without her help.

She looked at him, and thought about going over there and gently pulling the sheet off of him. Of taking his dick in her mouth, and sucking it gently, licking it up and down. She wondered how long she could go before he woke up. Could she get him to cum without waking up?

Suddenly she realized that her hand was inside the waistband of her pajamas and that she was touching herself. She stopped. There was no way she was going to let Spike know how horny she was. He would never stop trying to get her to touch him if he knew.

Quickly, quietly she got up and went over to her suitcase. She sat down and opened it so that her back was to Spike. If he woke up he wouldn't be able to see any thing in it. She fished out some clothes plus her body wash. As she was feeling around for some socks, her hand brushed against something smooth and plastic. Her vibrator. Without thinking she wrapped her hand around it, running her thumb across the head of the fake penis, while she looked at the sleeping figure.

This wouldn't do. There was no way she could use the vibrator, even in the bathroom. She suspected Spike's vampire hearing would hear the sound of the motor. Sighing she found her socks and headed into the bathroom.

She stripped and turned on the shower waiting for the hot water. She stepped in the shower and let the water cascade down her face and her hair. She ran her hands down her body stopping to cup her own breasts and squeeze her nipples which were already hard.

She smiled. Maybe she couldn't use her vibrator, but she could still get her self off here. Poor Spike she thought, unable to do this, unable to relieve himself. The doctors had said it would be a week before he could take care of himself. They meant things like being able to get dressed on his own and feed himself but she imagined him a week from now. With the same erection. A whole week hard and aroused, unable to do anything. She imagined him then, once he was better, standing against the front door so she couldn't leave, while he pulled out his cock and started rubbing himself in front of her.

She stopped touching herself with her fingers, and instead inserted one finger into her core while her thumb began to rub her clit. In her mind Spike stopped stroking himself and instead grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. He held her down and kissed her. Forcing his tongue into her mouth, rough and hard and demanding. He looked at her, and he was angry. He held her down and his fingers, strong large healthy fingers pushed inside of her (Buffy moved a second finger inside herself and began to rub herself more vigorously). He was yelling at her, telling her he was going to use her, the way she'd refused to use him. He was going to keep her. Tie her down, never let her up. Never let her leave. Just fuck her; love her forever. And then his cock was inside of her (three fingers now) stretching her, hurting her. Hard and demanding, and needy. Then he looked in her eyes and his deep blue eyes changed to gold. Before she knew it he bit her, his teeth penetrating her as deeply as his cock.

"Oh God!" Had she said that allowed? She was still catching her breath from her orgasm. Crap! The whole point of the shower had been so he wouldn't hear. Then she laughed. Of course he hadn't heard her. She could have yelled at the top of her lungs and he wouldn't have woken up. Spike seemed to go completely deaf when he went to sleep. She'd never known a noise to wake him.

Although he did have an uncanny sense for movement. Whenever they had fallen asleep together, she had always woken up first, and when she would try and move away from him, no matter how careful she was, he would always wake up. Only that one night in Sunnydale, when he'd held her, had she been able to get away without waking him.

Thinking about that night made her sad. Why couldn't things be like they had been then. Those last few days in Sunnydale had been perfect. Well aside from the impending doom. She'd give anything to be able to sleep with him again. To have him just hold her like that night. To sit and cuddle and talk about nothing in particular. To feel safe and loved the way he'd made her feel right before the end.

They'd been close to it last night. For a little bit. She'd found an action movie on TV. The kind of dumb violent stuff that Spike liked. It had been fun. Spike didn't mind her criticism of the fight scenes. In fact he joined in. They started talking about what each of them would have done in place of the hero and argued over the best battle tactics. They were laughing and having a great time, but then came the obligatory sex scene, and Spike went back to trying to get her to give him a blow job.

Buffy sighed, and got out of the shower.