Turnabout isn't fair play...
Herald Note: This is Spike/Tara AU
For a week after The Club I could hardly move, everything hurt and after a while even the pain got bothersome. I liked moving but everything inside me was so bruised and sore that I couldn’t really even do that.
I wasn’t a happy camper.
I didn’t’ tell Spike how I felt, wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction to know that he had a lasting effect on me. I still couldn’t believe he took me to a club like that. Not that I didn’t have fun there, but I didn’t think he’d be so power hungry as he was. I shouldn’t have been surprised, he loves breaking me here at the house.
Maybe that’s gotta change…or at least give him a taste of that borderline pain and pleasure…
I smirked and slipped something trashy on, I loved showing my body off now that I could, it’s amazing what a lack of heartbeat will do to a person. I finally settled on a short skirt and a black tank top, nothing else on underneath; it’s kinda freeing in a way. I slipped on a pair of heels that I adored more than anything, made my legs look longer too.
Looking out of the bedroom door I saw him sitting on the couch flipping channels, grunting about how bored he was because there wasn’t anything on for him.
Oh yes, it’s all about keeping Spike happy, keeping him entertained at all times. Ohh, I’ll entertain him alright.
Smirking I walked over and wrapped my arms around his neck from behind the couch, kissing his shoulder and making my way up to his neck. “Hey…” Dragging my nails sharply over his chest I smirked when he hissed softly, dropping the remote onto the couch.
Sitting up I walked around the couch and climbed slowly onto his lap I bent down and nuzzled his neck, nipping at one of the nearly healed bite marks from me he had on his neck. “Spike…I wanna play a game…” This time I’m so not going to be the one screaming and bleeding.
For a week after The Club I could hardly move, everything hurt and after a while even the pain got bothersome. I liked moving but everything inside me was so bruised and sore that I couldn’t really even do that.
I wasn’t a happy camper.
I didn’t’ tell Spike how I felt, wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction to know that he had a lasting effect on me. I still couldn’t believe he took me to a club like that. Not that I didn’t have fun there, but I didn’t think he’d be so power hungry as he was. I shouldn’t have been surprised, he loves breaking me here at the house.
Maybe that’s gotta change…or at least give him a taste of that borderline pain and pleasure…
I smirked and slipped something trashy on, I loved showing my body off now that I could, it’s amazing what a lack of heartbeat will do to a person. I finally settled on a short skirt and a black tank top, nothing else on underneath; it’s kinda freeing in a way. I slipped on a pair of heels that I adored more than anything, made my legs look longer too.
Looking out of the bedroom door I saw him sitting on the couch flipping channels, grunting about how bored he was because there wasn’t anything on for him.
Oh yes, it’s all about keeping Spike happy, keeping him entertained at all times. Ohh, I’ll entertain him alright.
Smirking I walked over and wrapped my arms around his neck from behind the couch, kissing his shoulder and making my way up to his neck. “Hey…” Dragging my nails sharply over his chest I smirked when he hissed softly, dropping the remote onto the couch.
Sitting up I walked around the couch and climbed slowly onto his lap I bent down and nuzzled his neck, nipping at one of the nearly healed bite marks from me he had on his neck. “Spike…I wanna play a game…” This time I’m so not going to be the one screaming and bleeding.