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A/N - I don't know where this came from and I'm not sure I want to. Let's just say too many late nights are a bad thing. Anyway, enjoy.
Title - Perfect Score
Oh yeah, I'm bloody amazing, fuckin' fantastic, on top of my goddamn game!
That sharp snap, like a perfect chord, the best bloody poetry I've ever written. The artistry of my hands, I am a god! And you, my pretty little slayer, are my muse. Yeah, baby, it's all about you. You are the music. I get hard just looking at ya. Now there's a delicious thought. Fucking the Slayer six ways from Sunday. Oh, am I a bad, rude man? Live with it. Ha.
And you're beneath me. I'm over you, around you. Got you flat on your back and begging. Well, you probably would've begged, given half a chance. That's me. Show no bloody mercy. Not like you'd 'ave shown me any, is it now?
Give us a little smile then, luv. I've done you a favour. Show some appreciation. You know you wanted it, I could feel it, see it, smell it. You were gagging for it. You know you wanted some of old Spike's special treatment. Oh yeah, I treated you real good. Only the best for the Slayer. You bright, shinning sun of a girl. Your light calling to me 'cross the miles. See? All poetical. That's what you do to me. Can you feel what you do to me?
Not like you bloody care. Give you my all and you just lie there. Haven't you got a little something for your dance partner? Just to show you know that I'm the best you ever had. Go on, a little token. Souvenir of what I did for you. 'Cos you know I did you good and proper.
Umm, what about a little sip, eh? Just a mouthful, not like you'll miss it. Maybe not. After all, wouldn't want to sour the afterglow now, would we?
Christ, your skin's soft. Polished almost. Lickable. Yeah, I could eat you right up. You just didn't get it -what you made me feel. The way you moved, flowed. So damn hot. God I could cum just thinking about it. Saucy little minx, aren't ya? Right little teaser. Yeah, you were in need of a good spanking alright. So glad I could oblige.
But I guess you don't want ta play anymore. Already off somewhere else. Where's that then? Heaven? Dancing round with all the little angels, twanging a harp and all that bollocks. What's it like, eh? Don't want ta tell me? Suit yourself. Self righteous bitch. Sanctimonious little slut. Oh but you gave it to me good, baby. Me ears are still ringing. Ding bloody dong. Mother of all headaches. Ache all over, in that low down good way. Fuck, yeah.
Ah well, places to go. People to see. Done what we both came for. Not like there's gonna be a bleedin' encore. Bravo, Mr Bloody, beautifully played. Again! Again! And you, Miss Slayer, what a performance. Sublime. More like bloody ridiculous. As if any of those concert going wankers would have a clue how amazing we were. Bunch of tossers.
C'mon luv. Up with you. Gotta get going and I want my present. Oh yeah, that's real nice. Just what I was after. Been looking for a new coat. This'll make a lovely little momento. Not like I'll forget you though is it? After all, it's not every day you bag your second Slayer.
A/N - I don't know where this came from and I'm not sure I want to. Let's just say too many late nights are a bad thing. Anyway, enjoy.
Title - Perfect Score
Oh yeah, I'm bloody amazing, fuckin' fantastic, on top of my goddamn game!
That sharp snap, like a perfect chord, the best bloody poetry I've ever written. The artistry of my hands, I am a god! And you, my pretty little slayer, are my muse. Yeah, baby, it's all about you. You are the music. I get hard just looking at ya. Now there's a delicious thought. Fucking the Slayer six ways from Sunday. Oh, am I a bad, rude man? Live with it. Ha.
And you're beneath me. I'm over you, around you. Got you flat on your back and begging. Well, you probably would've begged, given half a chance. That's me. Show no bloody mercy. Not like you'd 'ave shown me any, is it now?
Give us a little smile then, luv. I've done you a favour. Show some appreciation. You know you wanted it, I could feel it, see it, smell it. You were gagging for it. You know you wanted some of old Spike's special treatment. Oh yeah, I treated you real good. Only the best for the Slayer. You bright, shinning sun of a girl. Your light calling to me 'cross the miles. See? All poetical. That's what you do to me. Can you feel what you do to me?
Not like you bloody care. Give you my all and you just lie there. Haven't you got a little something for your dance partner? Just to show you know that I'm the best you ever had. Go on, a little token. Souvenir of what I did for you. 'Cos you know I did you good and proper.
Umm, what about a little sip, eh? Just a mouthful, not like you'll miss it. Maybe not. After all, wouldn't want to sour the afterglow now, would we?
Christ, your skin's soft. Polished almost. Lickable. Yeah, I could eat you right up. You just didn't get it -what you made me feel. The way you moved, flowed. So damn hot. God I could cum just thinking about it. Saucy little minx, aren't ya? Right little teaser. Yeah, you were in need of a good spanking alright. So glad I could oblige.
But I guess you don't want ta play anymore. Already off somewhere else. Where's that then? Heaven? Dancing round with all the little angels, twanging a harp and all that bollocks. What's it like, eh? Don't want ta tell me? Suit yourself. Self righteous bitch. Sanctimonious little slut. Oh but you gave it to me good, baby. Me ears are still ringing. Ding bloody dong. Mother of all headaches. Ache all over, in that low down good way. Fuck, yeah.
Ah well, places to go. People to see. Done what we both came for. Not like there's gonna be a bleedin' encore. Bravo, Mr Bloody, beautifully played. Again! Again! And you, Miss Slayer, what a performance. Sublime. More like bloody ridiculous. As if any of those concert going wankers would have a clue how amazing we were. Bunch of tossers.
C'mon luv. Up with you. Gotta get going and I want my present. Oh yeah, that's real nice. Just what I was after. Been looking for a new coat. This'll make a lovely little momento. Not like I'll forget you though is it? After all, it's not every day you bag your second Slayer.