Spike was, even under normal circumstances, pretty good at reading a partner. Seducer and all.  But as closely tuned as he was with Raven, it was damn near close to reading her thoughts.  He was taking his time, slowly, unlike the frantic need of the first coupling.  He moved to her other ear, kissing along her jaw.  Stopping at her lips on the way.  The entire time his fingers are ever so slowly and gently rubbing back and forth over her clit.  His other hand rests at the small of her back, fingers softly sliding over the upper curve of her ass.  It was like a spell, like some sensual glow holding them here outside time.<br/><br/>A little part of him remembered it was one reason he loved these old beds.  Inside the thick curtains, nothing really seemed to exist beyond the edges of the soft mattress.