Disclaimer. I don't own them and I never will. But I'm going to give Spike a little gratification and then smack his ass and send him home to Joss. Okay maybe I'll give Xander some while I'm at it but only if someone asks me to specifically. 'Cause we know everyone just adores Xander!





Notes. It's rated R for sex at the moment. But hey, I have to get my pleasure where I can get it, right? I mean I do base characters on myself at times and they behave like I do. And now you know why they're all so annoying!







Instant Gratification



Lar moved over towards Spike and sat down on his lap. "So, love. Just what are those itches? And how may I alleviate them?" He asked her, placing one cool hand on her breast. "I think you know how, Spike. I'm not exactly in the mood explain how. But I know you can help me. You always do." Inside she was bubbling over. Would he really fuck her? "So what if he doesn't love me?" She thought as he undressed them both. "I mean it's just sex so who cares. Then maybe Ill go take Xander up on his offer. Yeah I could learn to love this town."

Spike was confused as hell. "She comes in here, obviously wanting to shag me and then she gets these thoughts. Like I know he doesn't love me and all that blubber." He thought as he slid into her violently. "If it's a shag she wants then a shag she shall have." He thought as she whined a bit. Suddenly she flipped him off her and sat up. "Bloody hell, woman. What was that about?" He asked, a bit flustered. "I'm sorry but I can read your thoughts as well and I didn't like what I heard. My first idea wasn't to come in here and lay you like some whore. It was to come here because I thought you were my friend." Lar began to cry and Spike got up and went over to her.

"Love, that's no way to talk. Your not a whore. Of course it's obvious that you would want to shag me.." He didn't get to finish his sentence. She was on him, fast and furious, letting out all her emotions. She dragged him down to the floor and mumbled something that could have been. "I can't fuck on that bed. It smells like another woman." She pounded him into the floor for a good, solid hour and then she got off, sighing all the while. " Well, I feel better now. You?" She asked as though she hadn't just bruised him well. "I got a beating but I'm used to them. Who does my bed smell like, pet?"

"Harmony Kendall. She's a blond bimbo who obviously left you. But it smells like her still. And by the way, can you say gross?" She asked, looking at the bed. A pair of manacles had fallen onto it from the ceiling. "What's so gross about chains? They can really make a bloke horny. And they're fun to have around too." He said moving closer to her. "Not that Spike and you know it. Your all cold and shit. It's nasty." With that she pulled her clothes on and walked out the door.





All right. I do one more and you tell me how it ends. I'm giving you a week form October 10, 2001 to tell me Then I publish the last bit of this story. Tanks for your comments.