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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 ( ... )

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sired1880spike November 12 2005, 15:10:52 UTC

Dawn pulls my shirt off and traces the lines of my body with her fingers. Her thighs are warm enough for me to feel them through my jeans, and the weight of her against my hardness makes me moan softly in the back of my throat. She kisses me all over, her hair tickling my bare skin pleasurably, and then she whispers against my mouth.
"I like it when you're on top."Not going to get any arguments from me. But it's funny. Dawn could do anything to me. She could've tied me up, hurt me, anything. I'm not the submissive type, but I was willing to let her do what she liked. And she wanted me to go on top. Guess that said something. Firstly that she's not as bad yet as she thinks, and secondly that she might like to be the submissive one. Makes sense; she has to be so strong the rest of the time ( ... )

lockless_key November 15 2005, 00:06:04 UTC

"Like you," I whisper as he rolls me over and then he's on top, his weight pressing me down into the mattress, my bare back against the cheap satin comforter. We're playing at being strangers, but I feel a lot more naked with him than I have with other guys. I mean, I am naked... but in another way. Like this man can see right through me and knows exactly what I want and how much I want him to give it to me ( ... )

sired1880spike November 15 2005, 16:03:55 UTC

I looked down at Dawn. Bloody hell, she was beautiful. Dunno how she'd got that way. Funny thing is, if Buffy had lived and Dawn had managed to have some sort of normal life, she wouldn't be this beautiful. She'd just be a pretty high school girl. But the pain and bitterness and loneliness had carved her into something breathtaking.

"You're a lovely thing, pet," I said softly.

"Tell me," she says, looking at me through hooded eyes, "what do you like?" She glances over to the goodies on the nightstand and I feel myself warm, seeing those wicked things. I sit up, my crotch still pressed into her knickers, and reach over for a packet. I tear it open with my teeth and take out what I've found ( ... )

lockless_key November 16 2005, 04:06:41 UTC

The bag flutters to the floor and Spike's got a pair of handcuffs in his hands. My heart stops for a second, then picks up the speed as my eyes lock on the shiny silver rings and the links between them. I imagine the cold steel against my wrists and I can almost feel it. In a few seconds I will ( ... )

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lockless_key December 16 2005, 02:02:02 UTC

I almost fall asleep, but as Spike shifts next to me and then pulls away, it rocks me back into a conscious state. He smokes and I watch him, the clean lines of his body, the smoke rising overhead in the dim red light. It's so dirty and kind of morbid, so not how I imagined my romances to be when I was younger. But that's okay because it's still nice. Still good and fulfilling ( ... )

sired1880spike December 20 2005, 21:39:45 UTC

Dawn's voice is small, almost like her kid's voice, and I see her for a moment as the girl she was. But if she's a kid, she's one in smudged makeup with bruises on her thighs ( ... )