(no subject)
The day was nearing an end as I laid my head to the pillow, holding another one to me. I needed to be holding her. Taking care of her needs and desires. Showing her the simple pleasures of touch. Touch can mean a hell of a lot. A gentle finger moving along a leg can send shivers up and down a body. Open paths to the soul that cry out for more.
And as Faith would say, I have some mad skills.
After all I have been around perfecting them for centuries. Not that I have had much recent practice. It's a skill though that doesn't go away. I wanted her. In my bed. Under me. On top of me. Screaming out my name, moaning for me. Begging for release.
And if I don't stop this train of thought I will be risking everything. Because right now I am so tempted to go to her room and pull her into here.
Which would be the dumbest thing for me to do.
Right now, instead of being stupid I simply walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Cold,. To take care of my own needs.
Now think about baseball Angel.
That's it, ball hits the bat and .......Cordy in center field wearing nothing but a glove.
Shit, baseball's out.
Cold, shivering and covered in a towel I wander out of the bathroom and pick up the phone.
"Spike, unless you want your Daddy to be blazing through your door you better get up here pronto."
(open to Spike)
And as Faith would say, I have some mad skills.
After all I have been around perfecting them for centuries. Not that I have had much recent practice. It's a skill though that doesn't go away. I wanted her. In my bed. Under me. On top of me. Screaming out my name, moaning for me. Begging for release.
And if I don't stop this train of thought I will be risking everything. Because right now I am so tempted to go to her room and pull her into here.
Which would be the dumbest thing for me to do.
Right now, instead of being stupid I simply walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Cold,. To take care of my own needs.
Now think about baseball Angel.
That's it, ball hits the bat and .......Cordy in center field wearing nothing but a glove.
Shit, baseball's out.
Cold, shivering and covered in a towel I wander out of the bathroom and pick up the phone.
"Spike, unless you want your Daddy to be blazing through your door you better get up here pronto."
(open to Spike)