[For Faith]

May 07, 2007 07:18

Continued from here.

Spike growled, shaking one arm free of his coat as he manoeuvred Faith backwards, against the same tree she'd recently kicked. His mouth never left hers, teeth biting at her lips, tongue sweeping eagerly through her mouth as he freed the other arm and then moved his hands to the hem of her shirt.

spike, faith lehane

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