Spike generally makes out that he's pretty oblivious. He makes out he's a lot of things, and many of them can be pretty convincing to those who only know him at a surface level. Which is a lot. That's part of the whole deal ( Read more... )

So, that'd been an interesting party. Those friends of Rogue's throw a better kind of affair than you usually got, that's for sure.

Spike's aware he's probably in some trouble. Maybe more than some. Finding out may be as interesting as the party was ( Read more... )

Sometimes Spike wonders if he lost his touch. If he's used up all his adventure, all his danger, and now all he has left ahead of him is a nice, sedate life. Almost settled ( Read more... )

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Spike hadn't exactly had any woods to neck in, either, not that that was quite the same thing. He was mostly unconcerned about location, as it happened, and more concerned with the warmth of her bare skin against his hands, and under his mouth as he kissed down her neck, pulling one strap of her dress off her shoulder as he does so.