We're just like dynamite...blowin' up all night

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The way he fills me, presses into me and stops this aching that I have inside me. Even if it's for a moment it's just what I need, what I crave right now.

"God... yeah, like that..." I rock my hips slowly and with determined movements against his hips, feeling him gasp and arch with each circle of my hips. Nothing about this

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"Stop, Tara, stop. I can help you. Just stop a minute and talk with me, alright? We'll get you cleaned up and... and I can try to make it stop hurting."

"Why?" I croaked, letting him pull the stake from my hand, hearing it fall to the floor as the scent of my burnt flesh filled my senses. "I tried to kill you. I shouldn't have t-tried to feed, I don't know w-what I'm doing...I've never..." I feel myself slowly start to give in, to give up all this fighting and I don't know what to do first. "Not strong enough...never was." I've never felt so broken in my entire life.

He pulls the sheet away and I close my eyes, my body limp and weak against him, not caring if he staked me, tossed me in the sunlight or beat me for what I did to him. I feel him guide me over towards the shower, turning the water on hot and brushing my wet hair away from my face.

I blink and realize that his clothes are getting wet as he holds me, trying to wash the blood off of my body and hands, I shake my head and feel the tears start to mix with the shower water. "Don't...I'm not worth it. Please don't. Lindsey." My voice is pleading and I knew that Spike never had the courage to do it, maybe a stranger would. "I can't fight this anymore. Please, it's ok. Please make it stop..."