Hey there, here is the second one.I hope you like.
Spike sat in the dark, feet propped up on the coffee table. He wore no shirt but only an old pair of sweat pants which he most often wore to sleep. However tonight he didn't feel tired. He sat on the couch with a cigarette and reflected.
He suddenly sensed someone else in the room. He put out his cigarette and sat listening to the pitter patter of the feet. The sound was too quiet and cat-like to be jet. He took his feet off the table and leaned over to listen more closely.
It could be Ed, but what reason would she have to be up this late. He saw the tip of a cigarette take light. It couldn't be Ed. He giggled inwardly as he imagined Ed sneaking cigarettes and night caps. He concluded that she would make a mean drunk and continued to listen.
It had to be Faye. He reached over and clicked on the light. She jumped back splashing a little beer to the floor.
"God! What are you doing" she said looking at him with big emerald eyes.
A sly smile appeared on her face.
"What are you looking at? I know I'm gorgeous, but please Spike control yourself. Besides, I'm the kind of girl who needs to be romanced," she said with a giggle.
Spike snapped back shocked by her bluntness and arrogance.
"Don't flatter yourself," he said, getting ready to walk out.
"Wow all the true romantics are dead," she said, giving him the evil eye.
Spike stopped his retreat. He grabbed her out of her seat and dipped her.
"Your eyes are like emeralds, sparkling in the deepest caves of lust. Your skin is like porcelain soft and smooth and supple. And those lips crimson and luscious and…" he leaned in to kiss her and then, let her go.
She fell to the floor with a huge thump. She sat on the floor shocked and silent.
"Now my dear I am a true romantic," he strolled out of the room feeling proud of his power.
"I still got it," he said to himself.
More to comeI just... well have to write them first. However,Ihave a bit of writers block. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to email them to me.R&R.