She hummed her assent, and put her hand over his heart, fingertips digging in slightly, not tearing the cloth of his shirt, but bringing a sting to his flesh nevertheless. He closed his eyes and hissed his appreciation.
This is so them.
“I’ve painted the roses red, my Spike. Aren’t they lovely now?”
“Never so lovely as you, petal.”
Hee. Clearly Dru's either read the book (was that in the book?) or seen the movie. (And I now have the song stuck in my head, darn you!) And so utterly appropriate that she liked Alice in Wonderland best - "We're all mad here."
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She hummed her assent, and put her hand over his heart, fingertips digging in slightly, not tearing the cloth of his shirt, but bringing a sting to his flesh nevertheless. He closed his eyes and hissed his appreciation.
This is so them.
“I’ve painted the roses red, my Spike. Aren’t they lovely now?”
“Never so lovely as you, petal.”
Hee. Clearly Dru's either read the book (was that in the book?) or seen the movie. (And I now have the song stuck in my head, darn you!) And so utterly appropriate that she liked Alice in Wonderland best - "We're all mad here."
Bravo!