Summary: All I'm gonna say is that there is Spike, there is Dru and there
is cake. Some dolls are also there.
Spoilers: Everything, nothing. Makes sense?
Disclaimer: These characters are MINE! MINE MINE ALL MINE! HAHAHA!! Well,
okay, they're not, but I like to pretend sometimes.
Rating: PG-ish
I like to freak Tracy out. Blame her. :)
by: Amy
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Spike looked down at Dru, sighing in annoyance when he saw the dolls. She was having a tea party. He knew he'd better think of something fast.
"Love," he drawled, leaning down and lightly running his hand over her hair. She smiled, not looking up, quite the happy vampire because Miss Edith had just remembered to say please. Spike trailed his fingertip over her jawbone.
"Dru," he insisted. Her eyes slowly met his and he grinned rakishly. "Would you like to?"
Her eyes, the color of the sky when lit by the sun they couldn't see anymore, widened in false innocence and modestly. "What does Spike want Princess to do?" she asked coyly.
Spike leaned forward and kissed her roughly on the lips. "You know," he murmured smugly.
"Would you like a cake, Spike?" she offered, changing the subject back to her tea party. He shook his head in irritation. Handing him one anyway, she patted Miss Edith on the head affectionately and started to croon loving words to the others. Spike threw the cake down, throwing his foot down on it for effect. The sweet pastry made a satisfying squish sound that finally caught Dru's attention.
"Spike will have no more cakes if he is naughty," she warned him. He nodded and she smiled, standing and curling her arms around him. "Do you want Princess to make you all better?"
He nodded empathetically, making her laugh with delight.
"Very well," she murmured, her intent clear as she walked over to the table and picked something up off of it. Spike let his eyes wander down her body, the curves of her arms and breasts and smiled lasciviously as she made her way back to him.
He met her eyes. "We can play the game that you like later, Dru."
She smiled. "Yes. But first we can play yours." She tilted his head back.
"You know, Ducks," Spike murmured conversationally a few minutes later, "I really love the feel of your hands."
"I always like making my Spike's hair sunshine again," she replied. He looked up at her affectionately and she sighed.
"All right," she gave in. "You may have cakes."
The End
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