Spike agreed.

I finally told him what I wanted and he agreed. Well, I didn't actually tell him, it kind of came tumbling out here amongst arguments, threats and cursing. But everything's out in the open now (well, almost everything) and we're actually going to do this - a period of 24 hours where I'm totally at Spike's mercy. I'm sitting here ( Read more... )

Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK ( Read more... )

Oi! Wanker ( Read more... )

It's been two hours. I've given him plenty of time to come rushing after me to explain things. Obviously he's not going to. Bastard. Sodding two-timing wanker ( Read more... )

I can't believe he...

Bastard!

Or maybe it is me? Maybe...

I mean, ( what am I supposed to think? )

Remember how everything was going so well? How we were gonna put the past behind us and get it right this time? Well, what the hell was I thinking? Did I really think we could go for the rest of eternity without fucking up? We can't even make it to the end of the week ( Read more... )

Things are pretty good at the moment ( Read more... )

I had a dream. And before anyones tries to be funny quoting Martin Luther King, I assure you he never had a dream like this. At least I'm pretty sure he didn't. *notes to check where Angel was around that time ( Read more... )

He came. And we’re good. More than good.

( Cut for schmoop and porn )

Say you love me and come home...

Seven words. And they floored me.

( But actions speak louder than words... )