An old-fashioned Christmas
So now you see what happens when I try to post from a cell phone in a car - let's edit that up, eh? Saturday was somewhat - eventful.
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Drusilla liked to open her presents under the tree. Directly under. And she got a bit excited when she liked what she got.
Pine needles and droplets of wax shivered down around them. Drusilla cried out, arching against Spike as a drop hit her back. It was hard for room-temperature bodies to sweat, but they'd managed it, forming a slick sheen between them that glittered with reflected flames.
The needles itched. Fire and wood were both dangerous, and the tinkle of ornaments shaking against each other kept him aware of that, but the tinsel in her hair and the mad glee in her eyes made it more than worth it.
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Drusilla liked to open her presents under the tree. Directly under. And she got a bit excited when she liked what she got.
Pine needles and droplets of wax shivered down around them. Drusilla cried out, arching against Spike as a drop hit her back. It was hard for room-temperature bodies to sweat, but they'd managed it, forming a slick sheen between them that glittered with reflected flames.
The needles itched. Fire and wood were both dangerous, and the tinkle of ornaments shaking against each other kept him aware of that, but the tinsel in her hair and the mad glee in her eyes made it more than worth it.