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Belladonnaroses
'Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
Hey little sister who's your superman
Hey little sister who's the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun'
Buffy stands on the balcony, watching the throng of bodies go by. They're half-naked in the spring heat as they celebrate Mardi Gras, beer sloshing of breasts and stomachs and necks. Buffy laughs at the crowd and tosses down a few necklaces. Spike is beside her on the balcony and he's laughing too, even though she's sure that he's seen a million of them.
But it's their first one together.
She smiles at that thought, and the knowledge that it won't be their last, that there'll be a lot more things to come. She turns to look at him again and watches as her throws the beads down to one girl who refuses to take off her shirt, despite the onlookers derision.
Always had a soft spot for the under dog, he says by way of explanation.
His hand trails lazily across her exposed midriff and she blushes with desire. He gives her a knowing wink before leaning in closely, his mouth inches from hers, You want to go to bed?
She smiles at the statement, leans in and whispers, Yes.
He kisses her and they move from the balcony, fumbling their way into the studio apartment, onto the bed. They kiss and fondle and tease each other to the point of insanity. Tongues and lips and fingers and nails, master manipulators of their flesh.
Her breasts are in his mouth and he is inside her as they began to move and he moves his mouth from her nipples to her nose to her neck and they lock eyes. Their breathing speeds up and she moans his name again and again against the tender skin of his mouth.
Sweat slides down their bodies and mixes with the humidity of the air and the room is filled with the scent of sex and leather and cinnamon. The sounds of the party outside fade away and they are deaf, dumb and blind to everything else in the world but the feelings that course through their bodies.
They whisper sweet-nothings to the air and their breath intertwines in the darkness of the room. The shadows fade and he sucks on her earlobe, saying, I love you.
And she quakes at his words, pulling him over the edge with her mutual reply.
He collapses on her and lays there for a moment before rolling off of her and pulling her into his embrace. She lies there for a moment smiling at nothing, drowning in her happiness.
He smiles as he loses himself to happiness too.
'It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again ...
There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again
Come on
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again'
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