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so shocking where's your sense

Oct 27, 2005 09:43

The bath I take as soon as I get home must've lasted for hours. I keep draining the tub partially and filling it up again so the water wouldn't get cold. I think I fell asleep at one point, so I climb out and head to bed so I wouldn't drown, 'cause this would be a bad time in my life to drown. But once in bed, I can't sleep. I just lay there, ( Read more... )

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sired1880spike October 27 2005, 18:40:31 UTC

I got back, sated with blood and sex, and sort of expected Dawn to still be there. She wasn't, of course, and I felt a bit disappointed, though I reckoned in some ways it was for the best. Dunno if I could have resisted her if she was lying there, fresh with my bruises ( ... )

lockless_key October 27 2005, 20:19:18 UTC

Janice heads off in the direction of the bathroom, and while I should go with her, 'cause you know, girls pee in groups, I don't. She gives me a knowing look and disappears. She'll think I'm sticking around so one of these high schools guys will come talk to me, I've noticed them looking over at us. Not quite it. I'm waiting, but not for a high school boy.

Then his presence at my side and his voice in my ear, making shivers run down my spine. I guess I didn't see him 'cause he's not wearing his coat, and also 'cause he's a vampire and can avoid being seen if he wants to. I turn to look at him before his words really register and I freeze.

The first thing I think is wow. The second is holy shit. And then, can we leave now? Spike looks... amazing. Not like I've ever seen him before, but amazing nonetheless. Total throwback to the 70's punk, and he pulls it off, too, which I guess makes sense. He looks comfortable in it, like it's a look he's used to. Spiked hair, ripped shirt, leather cuffs, and - is that eyeliner? It takes me a while ( ... )

sired1880spike October 28 2005, 12:11:39 UTC

"Is that right?" I say, tilting my head to the side and smirking at her as she takes me in. She's startled, I can tell that... And I also know she's pleased. She's not seen me like this before. Been a long time since I did this. It feels good, to forget who I am - who I've become - for a bit.

"Want to dance, pet?" I ask, and without looking to see if she'll follow I move through the crowd so I'm in the thick of it, hot bodies on either side of me, and I let myself go.

Haven't danced, not really, in a long time. Back in the 70s I'd get my nose and fist bloody moshing at gigs, then go to late night clubs and dance and dance, and then I'd kill. It was bloody beautiful. When did I stop having fun? I've turned into someone's grandpa. Just cos I'm over 100 doesn't mean I have to act like it ( ... )

lockless_key October 28 2005, 16:07:08 UTC

It's a different look, but it works - oh boy does it work. It makes him look more dangerous, in that 'to hell with it all' way. It's timeless, doesn't look out of place at all, because of the way he wears it. Like he belongs ( ... )

sired1880spike October 29 2005, 10:59:28 UTC

Dawn traces her finger down my body. The feel of it makes me shiver. The delicacy of it makes it more tantalising, especially when I know what such touches can lead to. Like they did last night.

She moves her arm around my shoulders, and she sways against me. I'm sure she can feel my hardness through the line of my jeans. Her thighs are pressed against mine, and I remember the soft whiteness of them, and the marks I left there. I let my arm circle her, managing not to pull her to me roughly, as I would like to. That's not part of tonight's game. Tonight she's just a girl I've met. There's no past, no strings... Just this.

"Why haven't I seen you here before?" she asks ( ... )

lockless_key October 29 2005, 20:50:10 UTC

I raise my eyebrows slightly, looking up at Spike as his hands trace over my back, and I feel safe, strangely enough, and comfortable in my own body like I haven't felt in a while. Being with him makes me feel awake, like I'm not waiting for something to happen, as I have been for such a long time. Now I can just relax and enjoy the moment ( ... )

sired1880spike October 31 2005, 12:44:30 UTC

"What kind of a girl do you think I am?" she says in response to my cheeky comment, but she's smiling at me, her hair falling down her back.

"What kind of girl do you want to be, pet?" I ask, settling my hands on her hips, my thumbs hooking under the waistband of her skirt.

"What is the next step?" she asks, looking straight up at me.

"In this case," I say, "I reckon the lady gets to choose. You look," I add, touching my lips to her throat for a moment, "like a girl who knows what sort of things she likes to pass the time." I look back up at her, pulling her closer to me. "All you have to do is... ask."

I can feel the heat rising between our two bodies as we look at each other. Last night I took Dawn in the way I wanted. Now I want to know what she wants, detached from our past and future and whatever bloody else there is. Just want to know what she wants now, and how she wants it.

I've always quite liked a girl who'll be upfront about things, after all.

lockless_key November 2 2005, 07:44:11 UTC

As Spike pulls me closer to him, I can feel my skin tingle under the silky cloth, only thin layers of fabric separating our skin, and it seems like there's nothing. The way he makes me feel, I'd do it on the dance floor, but I'm not like that. I never was, no matter how bad I ever got. I like privacy, and I like sweetness, too, as much as the roughness.

If he was just a boy that I liked, that made me feel good and looked worthwhile, what would I do with him? I don't know - it doesn't really compare, because even if he's a stranger to me, he's so much more than all those guys out there that I've never really met and never will. It's obvious.

I slide my fingers up his side and then run my hands down his arms, amazed at the smoothness of his pale skin and the hard muscle underneath. I don't think it'll ever cease to amaze me - I was just as attracted to it when I was fourteen, only now I can do something about it.

"All you have to do is... ask."I smile. Dawn Summers, being the younger sister, knows how to get what she wants. My hands ( ... )

sired1880spike November 2 2005, 12:46:26 UTC

I shiver as Dawn rubs her fingers over my skin. Her hands feel hot against me. She reaches around the back of my neck, and I smile in pleasure. My skin there has always been sensitive. She touches my hair, and I'm pleased, if a little surprised. No one ever touches my hair. I guess it looks more touchable now it's messy, instead of slicked back hard.

"I'd like to get to know you better," says Dawn, a little suggestively, but there's a touch of something real there, too. Something vulnerable hidden behind the smoky eyeliner ( ... )

lockless_key November 2 2005, 20:05:44 UTC

The music swirls around me as I wrap my fingers around my drink. I don't know what Spike ordered, and honestly, I don't care. It's not important. What's important is the place, the time, the way his voice rises over the noise and carries over to me. A guy and a girl at the Bronze, it's all so ordinary. So weird, like, this is not my life ( ... )

sired1880spike November 3 2005, 16:34:04 UTC

Dawn leans back against the bar, her finger tracing the top of her glass, and her white teeth touch her lip. Each move is seductive.

"What do you look for in a girl?" she asks, and again there is that hint of vulnerability. I think for a moment and shrug ( ... )

lockless_key November 3 2005, 17:48:37 UTC

For several silent moments I think on what he'd just said. I think about it, and look for each of those things in Buffy, in Drusilla, whom he'd loved the longest. In me.

But I don't even know where I stand. What kind of a relationship is this? We both want each other, and we both care for each other, but there's no love... is there? He's my childhood protector turned undead lover, but what am I to him? I never stopped wanting him, not since I was like, fourteen, but he never felt that way about me until now... Everything's so fucking weird.

"I want someone I can be lost for a while in."Spike doesn't usually talk about his feelings, doesn't open up easily, so that surprises me. And I agree, too, because I've tried to lose myself in many boys, but it only brought me back around to being too aware of myself ( ... )

sired1880spike November 4 2005, 16:06:01 UTC

I bend and light Dawn's cigarette with my own still in my mouth. Neat trick if you can pull it off, and of course I can. I straighten up. I'm glad she hasn't pushed me about what I've said. She doesn't get on my case, and I'm grateful. I feel like with Dawn I can just "be", whatever the hell that means.

"So what's your plan?" she asks, smiling at me.

"My plan, love, is to make you think it's a good idea to go home with me," I say, tracing a finger along the curve of her jaw. "How long d'you reckon it'll take?" I ask, raising an eyebrow and letting my hand settle on her hip, my thumb gently rubbing the skin between her shirt and skirt.

lockless_key November 4 2005, 17:02:32 UTC

Spike lights my cigarette and I take a deep drag, feeling the smoke flood my mouth. It tastes like him to me, now, whatever brand he smokes, because I know how he tastes. It's a thrilling thought.

"It's never a good idea to go home with strangers," I say softly, feeling the cool weight of his hand on my hip. Raising my eyes to his face, I take in his appearance again - the messy hair, the dark-lined eyes, the ripped shirt and the silver spikes around his wrist. And I know I want him, but I also want to know him, the Spike that he was before Sunnydale and Buffy and all of that happened. I want to know how things would've been between us if he hadn't been my caretaker. If we were just two perfect strangers.

"But then again," I say, shrugging, "I've never been a very sensible girl."

sired1880spike November 5 2005, 14:27:50 UTC

"It's never a good idea to go home with strangers," she says, looking at me, her eyes thoughtful.

"'S right, pet," I say. "Sunnydale's full of bad things, and how are you to know I'm not one of them?"

"I've never been a very sensible girl," she says with a graceful shrug, and I smile.

"I'm not a very sensible boy, either," I say. "Got me in trouble more than once. But I won't hurt you tonight. Not in a way you don't want, anyway," I add softly, my mouth close to her ear, and I can feel the heat of her desire.

I step back and take her hand.

"Walk with me," I say, and it's more of a request than a command. "I'm fed up of being around other people tonight." I look down at her, straight into her eyes, and my next words are warm and low. "All I want right now is you." I straighten up. "And if you don't trust me, we can go to your place," I add lightly, as if I were just some bloke picking up a girl and doing his best to make her feel comfortable. At least it can be that simple tonight.

lockless_key November 6 2005, 02:10:40 UTC

I like how he calls himself a boy. He's what, a hundred and thirty now, and yet I swear, sometimes it's like he's still on my mental level. There were times before he left, and we were together, he'd act like one of my classmates. It was refreshing, then, an adult who didn't treat me like I was five and didn't act so much older and wiser ( ... )

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