Buffy grabbed a pillow off of the couch and smacked him viciously with it. "What the hell do you want?"
Spike smiled, pushing the pillow away as he moved toward her. "Oh, I want you, pet." He looked her up and down again, slowly this time, his eyes lingering on every inch of her. His tongue slid out and he licked his lips in a manner that only could be described as hunger. Hey, it wouldn't hurt to have a little bit of fun with her. Besides... there was no way around it... the girl was hot. "I thought that'd be obvious."
Buffy pushed away, her face a mask of disgust. "You presumptuous, nauseating, revolting pig."
Spike pursed his lips and moved in front of her, grabbing her arm and pressing the lower half of his body against hers. He gently rubbed himself against her, pinning her with his eyes. "Oink, oink, luv."
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