In any other situation, she would probably crack up laughing, but right now she's too distracted by the feel of him, the smell and taste of him. Right now, all she can think about is more of this. It hasn't been as long for Buffy (Spike was always all in with their relationship), but that doesn't mean that she's not relishing every moment of this. Getting drunk on this any other day would be the best way to spend an evening, but right now all Buffy can want is more.

She'll hate herself tomorrow. She'll be awkward and embarrassed. She may even try to avoid him for a little while, but right now none of that is on her mind. Her nails dig into his skin (he'll probably have scratch marks tomorrow) and she arches against him, pressing harder, asking for more physically, gasping for breath and needing so much to taste more of him. She sucks at his bottom lip, not caring that he's ripping her jumpsuit. She moans softly when his hands are finally against her skin, warm and calloused in all of the right places.

She presses harder against him, the heels of her feet digging into his ass as her hands slide down his back. She doesn't care that the wall is hard against her back. She bucks against him when he pinches her. "Fuck yes, I want you. Right now," she says it almost as an order then dips her head to place her lips against his neck then bites hard. She squirms and wiggles against him, trying to shed the jumpsuit she's partially wearing.