A/N: Let's see if we can earn this chapter it's "M" rating. XD

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I'm Having Sex With You In My Head

(and there's nothing you can do about it)

I woke up slowly. I could feel the beginnings of a huge lump on the back of my head. Great, it should match the bump on my head from this morning. "Ow," I muttered, trying to sit up, "What happened?"

No one answered. Big surprise. The house was still empty. Muttering dark things about the destruction of a certain coffee table, I crawled up the stairs and into my bed. Just as I was about to drift off into a more natural sleep, my cell phone rang. Very loudly, right next to my flipping ear. After more darkly muttered threats against ALL of the blasted inanimate objects that were out to kill me, I answered it.

"What?!" I snarled.

Nothing.

"Hello?" I said, a little more mannerly.

Still nothing.

"Heeeeloooooooo?"

In the background, I could here the sound of someone breathing. Slowly. Deeply. It was fucking freaking me out.

"Listen you!" I snarled, "If this is some kind of A Stranger is Watching shit, I'm gonna hunt you down and kick yer fucking ass, you sick little wannabe Manson!"

A soft laugh. Then, finally, "Did I scare you, Princess?"

Fuck.

"The hell do you want?" I sighed, feeling my pounding headache coming back.

"Wanted to talk to you."

"Eh?"

"You don't believe me?"

I blinked, "Well, we haven't exactly reached that point in our relationship where you can call me at all hours of the night!"

"Did I wake you up?" he asked, not sounding too terribly worried about it.

I sighed, "No, you didn't wake me up." I leaned back in my bed, "So, what's up?"

"Just wanted to talk to you..." he said, in a drifting kind of way.

"So you said," I snapped, "But what are we supposed to talk about?!"

"Dunno."

"Well, then we have a problem, don't we?"

"I guess we do." There was silence. "Hey," he murmured, "I'm sorry about this morning. I wasn't totally sober when I called."

"That's all right," I said with a shrug, forgetting that he couldn't see, "Actually, I don't think you're all that sober now."

He laughed softly. "Yeah. That doesn't seem to faze you all that much."

"I guess not." Silence fell again. "So, why were you so pissed off at that Daniels chick anyway."

"She stole something from me, plain and simple," he said, his voice low and mean, "I don't take kindly to people stealing what belongs to me."

"Yeah, she's got some pretty sticky fingers," I agreed, some of my own annoyance creeping into my voice.

"What happened?"

"Bitch stole MY Poptarts!" I howled. I was still mad about the whole damn incident. "And it's all your fault!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah!" I said, working up a good temper tantrum now, "If it wasn't for your god damn phone call, she wouldn't have noticed my Poptarts! And if you hadn't hollered at her, she wouldn't have slipped out of that god damn bus window! AND if it weren't for you, I would have been able to follow her sorry ass so I could beat the shit out of her and take back my goddamn Poptarts!"

I paused, "Okay, maybe the last part wasn't your fault BUT STILL!"

He laughed.

"You alone tonight, Princess?" he asked, when his laughter subsided.

"What's it to you?" I snapped. I was feeling a bit snippier than usual.

If I was the type, I probably would have fainted from the next thing he said. All the same, I did feel my legs get a little watery all of a sudden. "I," he said, in a low, smooth tone, "Am going to make love to you over this phone."

He MUST be drunk.

"Waddya say, Princess?"

"You wanna WHAT?!" I squeaked, finally finding my voice.

"Touch you. Taste you. Fuck you senseless. But since you're over there and not here, I'll settle for phone sex."

That made a lot of sense, in a twisted sort of way.

"Are you out of your fucking MIND?!" I practically howled, "I barely even know you! Look, I know you got the wrong impression about me this morning so I'll set you straight now: I. Do. Not. Do. Phone. Sex!"

"I know that," he said, matter-of-fact, "That's why I'm going to do it now." I knew he was smiling, "Don't tell me you don't masturbate."

I actually blushed. "Not that it's any of your goddamn business, but yes, I do!" Now why did I go and say a silly thing like that? "But I'm not about to do it over the phone!"

"All right, I'll masturbate. You just talk dirty to me."

I glared up at the ceiling. This guy WAS nuts! I wasn't gonna talk dirty to some guy I just met while he jacked off! Even if he did have a sexy voice, why the hell would I want to do that?! Okay, maybe I did.

Kind of. A little.

Or...a lot.

"Listen," he said, breaking into my thoughts, "If you're worried I'm some ugly ball of lard, I'm not."

"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of creepy old rapist," I lied.

"I'm only 19, Princess."

"And I'm 16, so what does that make you?!"

"Really hard." The watery feeling returned to my legs. No man should be able to sound that sexy over the phone!

"I wouldn't know what to say," I said, a little hesitantly.

YES, I was giving in!

"Don't worry about it," he said, "Can you take pictures with your phone?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So, send me your picture. I want to see you."

I blame temporary insanity. Other wise I never would have taken that blasted picture.

"I like the boxers," he said with a low laugh.

Fucking technology. Fine, if he wanted to play that game... "Now let me see you," I said in a taunting voice.

"Sounds fair."

My jaw dropped when I saw the picture. He was right, he wasn't some ugly ball of lard. Quite the opposite actually. The photo was a little grainy and I couldn't make out his face perfectly. He was lying on his back on what must have been a bed (judging by the sheets), topless, with jeans slung low on his slender hips. He was all lean and muscles, with tattoos that I couldn't quite make out and a shock of bleached blonde hair.

"Well?" he said, after a silence.

"Look," I said, butterflies in my stomach, "I've never done this kind of thing before."

"Just relax," he said, his voice dropping in pitch, "Where do you want me to touch you?" I shivered, once again finding myself without a voice. "Don't be shy," he coaxed, "Come on, now. What do you want me to do to you?"

I let out a shaky breath, "I...I want you to kiss me. Hard. I want to feel your tongue in my mouth." Strange thing, but once I got started, it wasn't hard to keep going. "I want you to lick my neck all the way down. I want you to bite me. Mark me." On the other end, I could hear that his breathing had become heavier.

A strange sense of control came over me, along with the need to be lewd. "I want you to lick your way down to my breast. I want you to suck them like a baby. Then I want you to lick you way all the way down and..." I paused. Not sure I could say it.

"And?" Spike demanded, his voice strained and husky.

"I want you to fuck me with your tongue," I said in a low voice, "I want you to make me scream. Make me come into your mouth. Then I want you to come back to my lips, so I can taste myself on your tongue." I suddenly found myself rather short of breath. "Then I want you to slide into me. I want to feel you inside of me, hot and hard. I want you to fuck me senseless..."

"Anna Marie!" called a shrill voice, "I'm home!"

It was like a spell had been broken. The moment was totally destroyed. Panicking, I slipped back under my covers and held the phone between my body and the mattress. With plenty of effort, I evened out my breathing and closed my eyes, pretending to be a sleep. My door opened. "Anna Marie?" slurred my mother, "Are you asleep?"

I kept my mouth shut, watching my mother from under my lashes. She turned to someone I couldn't see and whispered conspiratorially "She's asleep."

"Great," whispered a man's voice, also drunk off his gord, "Let's go!" They shut my door and tiptoed off. I sighed. Not again. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wiped them away, cursing softly.

I brought my phone back to my ear, expecting a dial tone. Instead there was silence. Why did I suddenly feel so relieved? "Spike?" I called softly, uncertainly.

"Hm?" he murmured.

"I...I'm sorry. I can't do it anymore," I said, close to tears again, "Sorry." Why the fuck was I apologizing to HIM?!

"That's all right, Princess," he said, his voice suddenly gentle. Wow, he was actually being considerate. Creepy. "I heard whoever that was come in and I kinda figured you lost the mood, so I just finished up on my own."

"Oh," I mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Don't feel bad," he said teasingly, "I was about to come anyway."

"Ah, I see."

"You've got a really hot sex voice."

I rolled my eyes, forgetting that he couldn't see me, "Yeah okay."

"Are you all right, Princess?" he asked suddenly.

Damn him. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied.

"Good," he said, "Because now it's your turn to come."

My eyes almost bugged out of my skull, "Pardon?!"

He chuckled, "Just kidding, sweetheart. It's late. You should go to sleep." I glanced at my clock. It was two in the morning.

"Yeah, all right." I felt my eyelids begin to droop. "Yer gonna have to hang up. I'm feeling too lazy," I said with a laugh.

"Yeah," he murmured, "I will."

I smiled to myself, already drifting off. "Good night, Spike."

"Sweet dreams, sweetheart," he said, softly. It was the strangest thing, but just before I completely dropped off to sleep, I thought I heard him say something else.

"See you tomorrow, baby."

TBC