"If you can get around the taste and the burn," he teased her lightly, a smirk spreading across his lips at her reaction to the gulp she'd just taken. He was pretty sure Buffy would never really get used to that.
"No, you can't. You'll have to face them eventually." Suddenly, it was just like when they brought back all over again. He could feel it in the air between them. She was making him her lifeline again and--
When her hand brushed against his, he jerked his own hand away, like he' touched fire. It wasn't even a second after, he realized that probably wasn't the best reaction. She just needed someone there, someone that knew the things she knew and right now, he was the only one that fit the bill. "Sorry, I... just--" he had no words, why was he even trying to explain it? They both knew where this had the potential to lead. And they both knew they shouldn't. And Spike knew exactly how little convincing it would take to pull him back in.