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Daddy793: I'm just reeling today.
Daddy793: Anchorless.
Aurorarowa: <petting>  I'm just relaxing.
Daddy793: <snuggling on you>
Daddy793: Dawwwwn
Daddy793: Write for me
Daddy793: to me
Daddy793: with me
Daddy793: something.
Aurorarowa: "Hold still."

"Oh, that sounds like the start of a beautiful day."

"Just *hold still*, Xander."

"Oddly, I find myself unwilling to obey your command."

"Why?  You usually seem to do what you're told.  At least in bed."

"I usually have a good reason."

"Like wanting my cock inside you?"

"That's one, yes."

"You have more than one reason?  At a time?"

"No.  Sometimes I want *my* cock in... Hmm.  Well, whoever."

"Your transparent attempt to make me jealous only makes you more
pathetic.  Suck on me."

"I'm suddenly seeing you as the King of Siam."

"But those full skirts would do *nothing* for you, Xander."

"I don't know, a bustle might accentuate my positive hey ow! No
biting!"

"I like your positive just the way it is."

"If you did you wouldn't have bit me."

"Nah, I like it *this* way. With a bite mark."

"Thanks, but thinking about the way *you* like it is not getting me in
the mood.  Stop that.  All right, it's getting me slightly in the mood.
But in a reluctant and disapproving way."

"Oh, *that's* believable.  Go on, Xander, be reluctant."

"And also disapproving. Wait."

"No."

"I can't be disapproving if you keep doing oh ohhhhh um... I'm.
Frowning."

"With your mouth open like that?"

"Look who's talking."

"Hey, I never pretended to be anything but hungry."

"Spike, you've pretended to be just about everything on earth."

"Well, yeah.  But I knew you'd see through me."

"I find myself flattered, in a 'you lying sack of pig's blood' kind of
way."

"Temper, temper! I'll have to wash your mouth out."

"Why don't you let me wash yours? Ouch. That was clumsy."

"Oh, yeah.  That bit's positively brill. You do your best thinking
when you stop thinking."

"Oh, you just keep talking, Slight Fang.  Keep talking while I do --
this!"

"Trip over your Y-fronts?"

"Notice that I am on top."

"Yes.  That you are.  Well, get on with it then."

"Once.  Once in my life, it would be nice to be with someone just a
little bit *shy*.

"Don't get much of a chance, do they?  'Hallo, nice day isn't it, would
you like to have a cup of -- ohmyIsupposeyouwould."

"Look, the five seconds between seeing a person and eating him might
just possibly not be enough to give you the key to the non-undead
behavior pattern."

"Seems to cover your emotional range pretty well.  Fear, lust,
embarrassment --"

"People are *embarrassed* that they're going to be murdered?"

"By someone so much better looking than they are?  Sure.  Very common
reaction."

"Speaking of common reactions, you left out wanting you dead --"

"Aww.  That's just sublimated lust."

"In my case?  Not likely, my melanin-deprived mortal foe."

"Xander, are you reading those comic books again?  You sound like
Doctor Demento."

"That's a radio show."

"Whatever.  They're all media, aren't they?  All brain-rotting trash.
Not that your brain has far to go."

"I'm not the one who keeps coming back to Sunnydale like a homing
pigeon with a deathwish."

"No, you're the one who keeps following the Slayer around despite the
inconvenient lack of any powers or skills whatsoever."

"And you're the one who would rather argue than fuck."

Spike opened his mouth to reply, paused, and pulled his shirt off over
his head instead.  Tossed it onto the floor.

"Hey, don't you throw --"

"Savor the moment, Xander.  For once, you're right.  It'll probably
never happen again."

"Oh, I don't know.  Stranger things have happened.  Again."

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