Spike purred and nuzzled down onto her neck.  Truth be told, he was more than a little revved up by performing for her.  Made him feel more like himself, dangerous, lethal, seductive.  Action had always been his drug, his talisman against sinking into perilous self-reflection, and performing was a little like hunting, in its own way.  A chance to use his body and his skills.  His hands slid onto her breasts, thumbs rubbing in circles over her dusky nipples.