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After a night of ravishings that giddy, gossipful house wives would consider an atrocity, we slept the day away.
The sun rose on the east, and I could feel it, I felt it slinking across the sky, as if it were searching for us, hunting for our flesh, and I felt it, as it defeatedly sunk into the western sky.
I touched the pale, bare, cool, skin of my lover. "It's time to go out, we'll leave the kiddies at home if we must." I whispered tenderly into her naked ear.
She smelt of sweat and honey, her, strong, curvacious body lay almost limp beneath the pale creme covers. To any observer, she would seem dead. Perhaps that was because she was. A lifeless corpse without the smell or the decay.
Yet, she roused at my touch. I kissed the top of her hand, as I rose from the bed, the sheets falling from my large, bulky form, into a heap on the bed where I had previously lain. My naked form stood tall and dark in the corner of the room, as I grabbed for my trousers and shirts. Changing in the cold, unheated room. Temperature was of no concern of mine.
After a few minutes, I was nearly dressed, tying my tie in the appropriate knot. I grabbed my eagle headed cane, and turned to face my sweet as she clothed herself.
Her skin was as pale as milk, and tasted just as sweet. Her lips were as full as a budded rose, as her hair fell in large giant waves of honey.
Her hands were small, and slender, and inside them she held the charred, black, form of my non beating heart. She owned my will, and my life.
After our run in with the slayer, I had been worried about Darla, for there were scars she could always hide, from everyone, but me.
I walked towards her, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. Squeezing them close, her bare back facing my chest. "I know that you ache, and I know that you long for a big finish." I whispered into her ear. "but it is not time for you to give yourself to the ashes." I said kissing the side of her head sweetly. "you wouldn't want to go before Spike would you? You know I'd never let him have that satisfaction of seeing you wither."
"Now, we go, see what we can find out about this slayer eh? I want to see her blood splattered on the floor for what she did to you." I said touching the melting scar with my bare hand.
"She'll scream for mercy."
The sun rose on the east, and I could feel it, I felt it slinking across the sky, as if it were searching for us, hunting for our flesh, and I felt it, as it defeatedly sunk into the western sky.
I touched the pale, bare, cool, skin of my lover. "It's time to go out, we'll leave the kiddies at home if we must." I whispered tenderly into her naked ear.
She smelt of sweat and honey, her, strong, curvacious body lay almost limp beneath the pale creme covers. To any observer, she would seem dead. Perhaps that was because she was. A lifeless corpse without the smell or the decay.
Yet, she roused at my touch. I kissed the top of her hand, as I rose from the bed, the sheets falling from my large, bulky form, into a heap on the bed where I had previously lain. My naked form stood tall and dark in the corner of the room, as I grabbed for my trousers and shirts. Changing in the cold, unheated room. Temperature was of no concern of mine.
After a few minutes, I was nearly dressed, tying my tie in the appropriate knot. I grabbed my eagle headed cane, and turned to face my sweet as she clothed herself.
Her skin was as pale as milk, and tasted just as sweet. Her lips were as full as a budded rose, as her hair fell in large giant waves of honey.
Her hands were small, and slender, and inside them she held the charred, black, form of my non beating heart. She owned my will, and my life.
After our run in with the slayer, I had been worried about Darla, for there were scars she could always hide, from everyone, but me.
I walked towards her, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. Squeezing them close, her bare back facing my chest. "I know that you ache, and I know that you long for a big finish." I whispered into her ear. "but it is not time for you to give yourself to the ashes." I said kissing the side of her head sweetly. "you wouldn't want to go before Spike would you? You know I'd never let him have that satisfaction of seeing you wither."
"Now, we go, see what we can find out about this slayer eh? I want to see her blood splattered on the floor for what she did to you." I said touching the melting scar with my bare hand.
"She'll scream for mercy."