Startled, he looks up, awaked by the faint whispering sound he hears outside of the bedroom. Notices the outline of a very feminine figure standing in the gloom of the doorway, arms pushing up against the frame, slightly leaning. He immediately recognizes this gorgeous frame that stands before him... Faye. Those emerald gems of hers, he could feel, were glued to his tangled figure, burning into him he was sure. Wearing nothing but a tank top and extremely short shorts, ripped up the side seam. Beautiful girl, what could she possibly want at this time of the night? Spike knew what he wanted, and that was for Faye to hop into bed beside him. This very thought sends hot waves of lust that coursed throughout the length of his body, his fingers and toes tingling, his groin pulling. "Faye," he manages to choke, half from sleep, half from being caught short from his desire. The figure within the doorway shifts, stands. Her whisper follows. "Thought you may want... company." Her silky words enwrap him, making his throat dry and his heart hammer. He is so stunned, he is sure his desire must have conjured up these words rather than Faye herself. "I.. Faye..." He has trouble finding words. Feels his neck begin to break out in sweat. Sees her eyes fall. God, no wonder I can't speak… the emotions that run wild in my body... I can't even look at her without my tongue getting tied! Watches her turn, still in the doorway. His eyes follow the line of her body, the sensuous curves enticing him, vicious and hard. Her voice floats back, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.. I... don't know what I was thinking..." She turns, about to make her exit. Finally snapping out of his oblivion, aware that he was losing her, Spike bounces out of bed, through the dimness, reaching out. "Wait! Faye!" His fingers grasp her bare shoulders, he feels that she is frozen for the moment. He pulls her against his naked chest, slides his hands down her smooth shoulders, arms, grasps her hands. She relaxes against him; this makes his heart in his throat and his chest tingle in delight. Is this really happening, God, oh... "Spike," she whispers, her scent making him euphoric with desire. He eyes her long neck, so long and pale. No longer can he stand it, and he places his mouth under her jaw, caressing and nipping. Her moans encourage him, and he moves his lips down her neck. She pulls out of his grasp and flips around, eyes large, lips swollen. She runs a finger across his lips while planting a firm hand on his chest, forcing him backward onto the bed. He grabs the curve of her waist and pulls her down with him, wallowing in ecstasy of the feel of her weight pushing down on his. She nips at his famished mouth, panting hot. His hands slide up to her tank, and he feels the hot swells of her breasts, his crotch steel. She moans against his mouth as he reaches for the zipper of her shorts, and she slides her hand down his abdomen, lingering and passing the elastic of his boxers, reaching for his stiff member, her lips kissing and nibbling his ear...

...licking, wet, hot...

...slipping into consicousness...

Spike opens his eyes to find a very awake and excited Ein licking his ear. "EIN! JESUS!"