Buffy stepped slowly out of the shower, where Angel was there to greet her,
and he enveloped her wet body in his arms. "Mm, Angel." Somehow they
ended up in bed.
Angel had gone to the store, and Buffy walked into her bedroom, --which was pretty empty, she didn't see the point of decorating with Angel when Spike would be back soon, and he'd be back--and used the key she wore around her neck to unlock a small box on the dresser. She took out several pictures, letters, and pieces of small jewelry. She set aside all of the papers, save one, and opened the sheet she held in her hand.
Spike- William- do you remember? Miss Edith.. She needs you. You still have the branding iron. There are still worms in my baguettes... And Miss Edith needs some tea... Yours, Drusilla.
She ripped the letter into small pieces, and put it back in the box. She made a mess. She stuffed the rest of the stuff back in, and locked the box. She saw Angelus try and get in it yesterday. Damn.
I'm drowning in you Summers, I'm drowning in you.
"Buffy?"
"Upstairs."
"Ready to go?"
"Go where?"
"Oh, no sorry." He'd forgotten, he was meeting Norreen at the Bronze. His newest lover. She had been the prettiest yet, and had the nicest boobs. Too bad she didn't believe in real ones.
"Norreen called."
"Yeah?" His voice shook. Damn.
"She wants to know if you're still havin fuckfun tonight." Buffy descended the stairs. "You lying cheating dirty bastard."
"Buffy--"
"Shut up."
"Well, at least it's better than lying around here listening to you moan about lover boy Spike in your sleep."
She shoved him. Far across the room. He'd lost his vampiric strength in the battle in Africa. "Leave."
"So he can drown in you Summers? So he can drown in you?"
Angel had gone to the store, and Buffy walked into her bedroom, --which was pretty empty, she didn't see the point of decorating with Angel when Spike would be back soon, and he'd be back--and used the key she wore around her neck to unlock a small box on the dresser. She took out several pictures, letters, and pieces of small jewelry. She set aside all of the papers, save one, and opened the sheet she held in her hand.
Spike- William- do you remember? Miss Edith.. She needs you. You still have the branding iron. There are still worms in my baguettes... And Miss Edith needs some tea... Yours, Drusilla.
She ripped the letter into small pieces, and put it back in the box. She made a mess. She stuffed the rest of the stuff back in, and locked the box. She saw Angelus try and get in it yesterday. Damn.
I'm drowning in you Summers, I'm drowning in you.
"Buffy?"
"Upstairs."
"Ready to go?"
"Go where?"
"Oh, no sorry." He'd forgotten, he was meeting Norreen at the Bronze. His newest lover. She had been the prettiest yet, and had the nicest boobs. Too bad she didn't believe in real ones.
"Norreen called."
"Yeah?" His voice shook. Damn.
"She wants to know if you're still havin fuckfun tonight." Buffy descended the stairs. "You lying cheating dirty bastard."
"Buffy--"
"Shut up."
"Well, at least it's better than lying around here listening to you moan about lover boy Spike in your sleep."
She shoved him. Far across the room. He'd lost his vampiric strength in the battle in Africa. "Leave."
"So he can drown in you Summers? So he can drown in you?"