[ She remembers what it was like to enjoy the thrill of the hunt and the coppery taste of warm blood filling her mouth until she had drank every last drop and the person went limp in her arms. But Rose had changed, embraced her humanity and tried to do right for people, make up for those she had maimed and killed.
There were times when Rose felt like she could sense his frustration, but she made no comment on it, waiting for Spike himself to acknowledge it. She didn't want him to kill and Rose had tried influencing him as best as she could. Sometimes, a person couldn't change their nature, but she still couldn't ignore her feelings for Spike.
An inhuman sound comes out from Rose, her nails biting into his skin until she can feel more blood beneath her fingertips; she realises just how easily she could hurt him, break him. Flip him over and have her wicked way. Instead, Rose pulls a hand away from his back, bringing her fingers to her lips to taste his blood, licking at them greedily until they were clean. She snarls his name out, moving against him with incredible force until she's coming, hard and fast without much warning. It didn't seem to matter to Rose much because she still kept up with her movements, until Spike was right there with her.]