Word of the Day 100 Challenge: Predilection
Acquiesce
by Red Wolf
"Spike and Puppy are having a lovely game." Drusilla clapped her hands, her predilection for violence well satisfied with the spectacle on the bed.
Spike had flattened Wolf and sunk his fangs into her neck. The only thing stopping him from ripping her throat out was the bite of her claws at the base of his genitals.
"We had this dance once before, mate."
Wolf felt Spike snort against her neck and released Spike as his game face dropped.
Drusilla insinuated herself them, lapping at Wolf's throat before turning to Spike's wounds.
Spike soon forgot exactly why they were fighting.