Spike sighed, taking her wrist and licking very gently across the burned flesh.  The licking itself hits the sensitive nerves, but she can feel the pain dulling.  "That'll have to do til we can get someplace for you to drink from me."<br/><br/>He climbed on the bike behind her.  "I've got cash on me still.  Never would occur to the bastard to rifle my pockets.  So let's go."