Spike woke up and wondered who the hell the chick was lying next to him with nothing but leopard print handcuffs on her wrist and red socks on her feet. The last thing he remembered, after all, was ordering that drink: he knew it had been a mistake the moment he tasted it. Something funny about it. He ran a finger through his hair -- what the fuck? why was it so nice and smooth? -- and, with a grimace at the pounding in his head, settled back down on the pillow.
The girl next to him turned as much as she could and gave him a sleepy toothy I used to be wearing lipstick but you kissed it all off grin. "I like the way you clapped me in these irons." Her handcuffed wrist rattled against the bed frame.
"Yeah? Well, I don't remember doing it, so don't get all excited over it or anything." Shit. His head was fucking pounding.
She ran a red-nailed finger down his chest. "Well, I never thought I'd ask for the clap, but you did it so nicely. In fact, it was so nice I was going to ask for it again."
Oh, my aching fucking head. He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, head in hands. Last time I drink one of those damn mochachillos.
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Date: 2008-01-07 10:56 pm (UTC)So... yeah. I did it. Here goes:
Spike woke up and wondered who the hell the chick was lying next to him with nothing but leopard print handcuffs on her wrist and red socks on her feet. The last thing he remembered, after all, was ordering that drink: he knew it had been a mistake the moment he tasted it. Something funny about it. He ran a finger through his hair -- what the fuck? why was it so nice and smooth? -- and, with a grimace at the pounding in his head, settled back down on the pillow.
The girl next to him turned as much as she could and gave him a sleepy toothy I used to be wearing lipstick but you kissed it all off grin. "I like the way you clapped me in these irons." Her handcuffed wrist rattled against the bed frame.
"Yeah? Well, I don't remember doing it, so don't get all excited over it or anything." Shit. His head was fucking pounding.
She ran a red-nailed finger down his chest. "Well, I never thought I'd ask for the clap, but you did it so nicely. In fact, it was so nice I was going to ask for it again."
Oh, my aching fucking head. He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, head in hands. Last time I drink one of those damn mochachillos.