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"Dunno 'bout the rest of you, but I'm tired from torturin' Harm."Tired? Not really. Not in the physical way. When you're dealing with Harmony, all of the exhaustion starts out as psychological and converts itself to something that makes you desperate for sleep. The need to get away from Harmony and try to forget about the entire conversation is why
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Think we all wanted t'cling t'somethin' real, or... just cling. Fine, so's me and Sexy weren't all hearts and flowers - nah, we were yellin' and snoggin' - and not a word 'bout love had been spoken, neither. But I knew somethin' was there and it was more than just clingin'... it's why I had t'stay with her.
Didn't want t'be alone. Not now. Not really ever, but especially... not now.
"Sure you can.--But only if you promise to stay with me until morning."I smiled and nodded, walkin' inside with her and shuttin' the door as I took off my duster and let it rest on the chair nearby. Wanted to just hold her, grab her and kiss her senseless, and instead I just stood there like a damn idiot ( ... )
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Exactly what I wanted to hear. What I needed to hear after a day that couldn't have been much worse. Although, there have been worse for me, I'll admit it in a heartbeat. I'm not about to forget the days that I was possessed and alone, and just plain scared. I couldn't forget about that if I wanted to ( ... )
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Yeah, well, that was what I thought too, only every time I tried t'do somethin', I was questioned. Or told I wasn't good enough or... wait, hadn't Cordy already had this chat with me? Somethin' 'bout vamp-inferiority-complex or some-such. Whatever... it was what I knew, what I was bloody used t'feelin', t'thinkin'...
"Isn't that sweet."
Our lips met, meshed, my tongue tastin' hers so sweet... my hands were runnin' up and down her back then back t'her hair until they were tangled in the threads of it. I licked my way down her face, nibblin', tastin', feastin' on her until I got t'her neck and placed a small kiss there before movin' on t'the hollow of her throat...
And she moved away from me.
I shook my head a few times, blinkin' my eyes t'clear my head as I furrowed my brow at her. Wasn't... wasn't this what she wanted? She asked me t'fuckin' spend the night here - what did she think was goin' t'bloody well happen?
"Why don't you just go get a prostitute? They're less ( ... )
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I heard that the first time. Spike wants me for the night, we're both clear on that. He's missing the part where he made me feel like his personal whore, and seriously, what's next? I let him play around with pretending that he's the Big Bad and I'm the cheap slut, and the next thing you know, I am being told to dress up like Buffy.
I swore I'd never go back to being a blonde, and I meant it.
"Second... I've been in shit where's there's plenty of work, and... wait, are you sayin' that I'm not workin' hard enough? I work! Fuckin' work till I can't anymore!"
"Excuse me! Who the hell do you think youre poking?!" I snapped back at Spike, pushing his hand away from me. I'm trying to find some kind of calm in me, but how am I supposed to do that when he's acting like a thirteen year old getting his best porno taken away? We could have talked this out like rational people, we could have at least pretended that we were going to be rational, but Spike had to ( ... )
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