You can stare all you want, Harris. It'll just make my smirk even wider. I love knowing that Buffy and I being together rips you up inside. It's bloody hilarious from my point of view. Even Buffy's had a laugh or two about it.
I know you all think Buffy's off her nut, being with a vampire and all. Especially since she chose me out of the lot. Your old pal Spikey come back to haunt you in ways you didn't want to imagine. And I don't even have to throw punches anymore. Kisses, maybe, but not punches. And that just sweetens the deal. I get to make love to the Slayer, and you get all hung up about it.
It's not entirely my fault though. I just see what none of you do. I see that Buffy needs a little darkness once in a while, especially in her men, and I can give her just that, among other things…
Mm… look at these hands. Look at these hands. I still have yet to find a single flaw on Buffy, and her hands barely fit into that category. I wouldn't have expected them to be so tender. Years of throwing stakes and swinging battle-axes should have destroyed the skin on her palms by now…
That's just what I love though. Her hands are silent weapons. They seem peaceful right now, being played with by my fingers, but she's capable of incredible damage with them. I should know, too… I've seen what they can do. Hell, I've even had a taste or two.
Dammit, when is this sodding Scooby meeting going to be over? I have important business with these hands that has to be taken care of.
These hands… and that mouth…
Those lips, her pearly teeth, supple tongue, and her warm, enticing breath.
Lips. Her lips. Made of liquorice and twice as sweet. The ones that wrap around my mouth, my ear lobe, my collar bone, my… Hell, is there any place they haven't been?
The perfect, sometimes jagged teeth that know just where to bite, and just how hard is hard enough. The same razors that sometimes get stained with my own blood from sinking too deep.
I can feel her tongue slipping across my neck now. It's against my fingertips for a split second, joining with her lips to close over my fingers before she sinks lower on my body. The feel of her tongue is of course accompanied by her lips as she encircles my nipple, my navel, and then… oh God there's so much that happens next. Oh… right there. Right. There.
Her breath is another thing to drive a man out of his mind. Well, maybe not a man, but a vampire for sure. It's so hot. Sometimes I can even feel it searing my skin. The way it trickles across my neck and chest. The way it floods my senses when I go just a little too deep inside her.
That's what I need… right now. Let's pack it up kiddies, Buffy and I need our play time… help me out here, pet. I feel just about ready to kill something if we don't get out of these clothes soon enough…
