Jan 09, 2006 22:09
Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!
I should *never* have told myself that this day couldn't get any worse. Stupid vampire! Of *course* it can get worse - you're CEO of Hell Inc. and you couldn't hold down a successful relationship if someone handed you a fucking nail gun!
Not only did Spike take three steps into my office, two sniffs in my direction and then one pissed-off stride back out again, I just came to find solace in my journal, only to find (amongst insults and threats of violence) this:
'You better have a good explanation or I'm walking out of this door faster than you can say 'Please forgive me Spike, I was a total twat and whatever you want will be yours forever and ever.'
I'm not letting you fuck everything up again! We're gonna make this work so open up your gob and spill. If you can't talk to my face for all the guilt you bloody well better be feeling, do it here. Now! '
What the hell am I going to say? "Well yes, I did deflate while you were riding me like a pro, but don't worry, it's not you - I just wanted you to make me your bitch... Oh, and I did manage to jerk off behind your back while thinking about the last time I did that to you, so it's all okay."
Yeah, right. I'm sure he'll understand.
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It's only been twenty minutes and already he's left 'I said NOW, Angel!' in the comments. This really isn't going to go away, is it? He's *actually* going to make me tell him what I wanted him to do, isn't he? Oh, 'cos *this* won't make me look like the biggest fucking prick on the face of the planet!
Well, I guess he's already pissed, so what do I have to lose...?