[ There's a growl rumbling in the pit of his throat and for what must be the tenth time in just as many minutes Spike considers just throwing her down and taking what he wants. He suspects that she wouldn't say no and that in turn is the main reason why he doesn't — this is better. For once, the slow, steady approach is better and he's far too curious to see how long they can keep this up to give in to impatience.
He will however shift a hand to her front, fingers sliding up along her stomach to cup a breast. ]