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[immunolologist]

Who: Cameron & Spike
What: BEING AWESOME
Where: Your mom

"Spike, god damn it, I'm fucking bored." A completely naked Cameron walked into the bedroom, hands on her hips.

"And I'm bored of fucking. Let's do something fun." She whined, jumping on the bed and digging her sharp nails into Spike's side.

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[justenoughkill]

"What'd you have in mind, pet?" He smiled and rolled over in the bed, not seeming quite as amused as he'd meant to. Every muscle in his body was reminding him all too well what happened the last time she'd said that. "Oh." Well, it wasn't going to be that again. Which was all fine with Spike, since this bird was wearing him out.

He stood up, not bothering to cover himself, and put his hands on either side of her face. "Well. Let's go out, get ourselves a nice breakfast, I'm thinking...Mexican? I saw a couple of nice young things down near the holodecks last night, I bet they're..." Cameron didn't look impressed. "No? Too early for Mexican?

[immunolologist]

"Let's go dancing." She looked mischievous. Cameron always popped E when she danced.

"And THEN we go for Mexican."

[justenoughkill]

"Dancing? You do remember what happened the last time we went dancing?" It was brilliant, all the death, destruction... but he'd nearly been decapitated by a cymbal, and the clean up was proving to take a bit longer than he'd expected. Damned white hats, get it together, would you? He hated having to deal with the Shegites, they scared away potential dinners, and didn't taste very good in and of themselves.

"All right, then, if it's what you really want." The last thing he was in the mood for was to deal with a pissy Cameron all night, on top of everything else.

[immunolologist]

Cameron bit at his lip playfully.

"Come on, we'll have fun. You remember what happened the last time we went dancing?" Having sex in the middle of the dancefloor was brilliant, too.