Title: Clean Thoughts Bubbling
Author: Sanguinary
Rating: PG 13
Improv: glow -- rain -- bound -- crave
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is not mine. This twisted plot is though.
Author's Notes: Inspired by an annomus suggestion.
Summary: Guess who?
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Oh, hello.
Nice to see you again. Last time you were here, you brought some company. I believe it was
your mother and sister. Such nice people. The little one didn't have a drink but your mother
did. Very nice lips she has, and she sipped.
Spike never sips.
Please close the door. I hate it when the rain comes in. Makes the floor all slippery. And
when it's slippery, there's more of a chance that I'll get smashed.
You're fighting with him. Something about your family. I really wish I could understand what
you're talking about. Something about... flowers.
Oh! Please don't slap him around. I really do like having him drink from me, but if you hurt
him to much, he'll smash me to bits!
And he's getting pissed right off. His eyes are beginning to glow that unnatural yellow, while
you seem to be almost smiling at him. But not for long. Spike has once again managed to tick
you right off.
Ouch! That must have hurt. Don't bash the head, please don't bash the head, please..
Damn. You bashed his head. Right against the pillar. If you only knew what kind of effect you
have on him. He needs you so badly, like an addict needs a drug. You're hard on him but he
still craves you.
And now you leave. After you've given him a hard-on and a head-ache. He is going to be so
pissed.
Yep, here he goes, reaching for me. Out comes my cork, and I'm inside his mouth. Now Spike
isn't much of a sipper. More of a gulper. When he's got a head ache, he's got a routine.
Alcohol, screw Harmony and pass out. But at the way he's sucking me back I'm going to be empty
in no time flat.
And now, I'm flying though the air, heading for my last destination. Now, I knew that this was
bound to happen someday. I just had hoped that it wouldn't happen so soon. Damn. Hope Harmony
puts me in the recycling bin tomorrow.
SMASH
~End~
Author: Sanguinary
Rating: PG 13
Improv: glow -- rain -- bound -- crave
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is not mine. This twisted plot is though.
Author's Notes: Inspired by an annomus suggestion.
Summary: Guess who?
~~~~~~~~
Oh, hello.
Nice to see you again. Last time you were here, you brought some company. I believe it was
your mother and sister. Such nice people. The little one didn't have a drink but your mother
did. Very nice lips she has, and she sipped.
Spike never sips.
Please close the door. I hate it when the rain comes in. Makes the floor all slippery. And
when it's slippery, there's more of a chance that I'll get smashed.
You're fighting with him. Something about your family. I really wish I could understand what
you're talking about. Something about... flowers.
Oh! Please don't slap him around. I really do like having him drink from me, but if you hurt
him to much, he'll smash me to bits!
And he's getting pissed right off. His eyes are beginning to glow that unnatural yellow, while
you seem to be almost smiling at him. But not for long. Spike has once again managed to tick
you right off.
Ouch! That must have hurt. Don't bash the head, please don't bash the head, please..
Damn. You bashed his head. Right against the pillar. If you only knew what kind of effect you
have on him. He needs you so badly, like an addict needs a drug. You're hard on him but he
still craves you.
And now you leave. After you've given him a hard-on and a head-ache. He is going to be so
pissed.
Yep, here he goes, reaching for me. Out comes my cork, and I'm inside his mouth. Now Spike
isn't much of a sipper. More of a gulper. When he's got a head ache, he's got a routine.
Alcohol, screw Harmony and pass out. But at the way he's sucking me back I'm going to be empty
in no time flat.
And now, I'm flying though the air, heading for my last destination. Now, I knew that this was
bound to happen someday. I just had hoped that it wouldn't happen so soon. Damn. Hope Harmony
puts me in the recycling bin tomorrow.
SMASH
~End~