The art of planning.
Drusilla and I had spent countless hours making love.
I knew that Spike had heard at least part of it, and I also knew that Spike was out and about during other parts of it. Such a pity, really, that he hadn't been there for the full show. It was really something to behold, as sex with Drusilla always was.
We went down the stairs, and my head was buzzing. My head was buzzing seeing how Spike was trying to act like he didn't know what had happened with Drusilla and I. It was buzzing because of what I had done to Jenny Calendar, the deceitful traitor, even to the man that she loved and to Buffy...kind of liked her. Maybe I shouldn't have killed her?
And most of all, my head was buzzing because of the future. I had so many tortures to think up for Buffy and mostly, first, for everyone else around her, and there was no restoration spell to infect me with the brooding sap again.
I had seen to destroying that before I had killed the Calendar wench. I didn't even know where I planned to begin, although I did have certain choice ideas in my head for mental and physical tortures and Dru was going to be a part of everyone of them.
Spike, rollerboy himself, on the other hand, wouldn't be able to help much and it made me smile as I looked from him to Dru. If he had to spend the rest of his fucked up life in that wheelchair, then it would have made me happy.
Planning to come, but for now, the gloating, as Spike's facade of apathy dissipated and he became cranky, as I put my arms around Dru, and kissed her temple.
"Spike. I hope you don't mind me taking care of MY lady, while you spin your wheels all over town, although we were really both worried about you, being out of the mansion and so helpless, in those brief minutes hat we actually thought of you during that sweet love-making."
I laughed and then paused, my voice fading as I started to speak, and then spoke for real. "Well, maybe it was more like a couple of seconds that we actually thought about you."
I laughed more and squeezed Dru.
{Drusilla and Spike}
I knew that Spike had heard at least part of it, and I also knew that Spike was out and about during other parts of it. Such a pity, really, that he hadn't been there for the full show. It was really something to behold, as sex with Drusilla always was.
We went down the stairs, and my head was buzzing. My head was buzzing seeing how Spike was trying to act like he didn't know what had happened with Drusilla and I. It was buzzing because of what I had done to Jenny Calendar, the deceitful traitor, even to the man that she loved and to Buffy...kind of liked her. Maybe I shouldn't have killed her?
And most of all, my head was buzzing because of the future. I had so many tortures to think up for Buffy and mostly, first, for everyone else around her, and there was no restoration spell to infect me with the brooding sap again.
I had seen to destroying that before I had killed the Calendar wench. I didn't even know where I planned to begin, although I did have certain choice ideas in my head for mental and physical tortures and Dru was going to be a part of everyone of them.
Spike, rollerboy himself, on the other hand, wouldn't be able to help much and it made me smile as I looked from him to Dru. If he had to spend the rest of his fucked up life in that wheelchair, then it would have made me happy.
Planning to come, but for now, the gloating, as Spike's facade of apathy dissipated and he became cranky, as I put my arms around Dru, and kissed her temple.
"Spike. I hope you don't mind me taking care of MY lady, while you spin your wheels all over town, although we were really both worried about you, being out of the mansion and so helpless, in those brief minutes hat we actually thought of you during that sweet love-making."
I laughed and then paused, my voice fading as I started to speak, and then spoke for real. "Well, maybe it was more like a couple of seconds that we actually thought about you."
I laughed more and squeezed Dru.
{Drusilla and Spike}