Assignment 7

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Title: Shopping Excursion
Author:Nickle
Disclaimer: Joss and ME owns. Donne owns the poetry Spike spouts:)
Note:This ended up in a place I did not intend and I reserve the right to
rewrite this sucker when I think of something better. <g>
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"How now, my pet?"

Drusilla's lips slowly widened into a girlish smile, her dark eyes twinkling
with bursting inebriated glee. She rose from her chair, the movement so
smooth and lupine she seemed to be levitating under some power outside her
own. She glided closer to her lover, who stood in front of her in wait.

"So beautiful and fragile is he," she murmurred as she drew to his body.
"Alabaster and blood," she sighed as her hand slid up the red silk vest, her
fingers fondling the skin of his pale chest that was revealed through the
opening. Spike stood transfixed as her hand moved up to his throat and then
to his lips, where the blood was beginning to dry on his lips. She grinned
again indulgently, leaning over to taste his lips fully and then drawing back
with her tongue still savoring where his lips had touched hers.

"Salty tasty," she giggled as she began to circle around him. Her body never
broke contact from his, the black satin of her dress caressing his pants and
shirt. Her hand slid back down his body, sizing him through a simple touch,
moving around him as she did.

"My gentleman," she giggled in his ear, cold and tingling on his skin, warm
and wet in his body as her hand went to cup his backside in a territorial
claim. She pulled his hips forward as she thrust into him and Spike couldn't
help but gasp at her prowess.

She threw her head back, a low purr rumbling in her throat as she writhed
against him.

"The fire wants to erupt into the frutiful garden," she whimpered. "It wants
to break free," she hissed in a low breath as she lifted her head to look at
him.

"Yes, these knickers are a bit tight," Spike responded as she ground her hips
into him further, her groans and moans coming with each rock back and forth.
A growl began to work deep within his throat as her movements continued. His
hands slid around her waist to the back of her corset, ripping the gathered
back in one movement. She shrieked in shocked excitement, but wrenched away
from him, bringing up a wagging finger as she scolded him.

"Tut, tut, my gentleman. The Princess's Prince must be made."

She turned to look around the quiet boutique, the bodies of several men
littering the floor. Kicking at the head of one and getting no response other
than the unnatural flopping of his head, she stomped her foot in impatience,
her lower lip poking out in a petulant pout.

"I doubt that they are willing to show us anymore clothes, pet," Spike said
as he pressed up against her from behind. His hand snaking around her waist
to pull her back into him.  "Perhaps I must make due with what I have on."

She giggled again as he pressed into her from behind, her arm going up to
rest on his head and gently pluck at his hair.

"The fire is restless," she breathed. "It needs to breath and burn."

She turned around into his hungry kiss, playful nips intermixed with the
stinging pleasure of violent bites and assaults. Her hands now were the
impatient ones, pulling at the waistband of his pants and tearing him free of
restaint. As her hands tore at his hair and neck, he moved down her body,
kisses worshipping her at her neck and then her bosom. He lowered quickly to
the floor, his hands sliding up the softness of her legs to lift her skirts
and pull her into him. She barked like a startled puppy as his hands lifted
her up and her legs wrapped around his waist, and she dropped her head to
stare down at him with a low drone, her eyelids fluttering as she moved
against him in a lulling dance, warming her garden with his fire.

"Sing the songs of union and night," she gasped as he lowered them to the
floor, Spike kicking the arm of an insolent errand boy out of the way.
Drusilla squealed in shuddering exuberance digging her nails into his back
and drawing blood through his shirt. "Sing...sing..."

"So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and
vapours both away..."

From the dark, snowy street of the English city, no one was the wiser of the
performance being conducted inside. A singing of songs from a romantic to his
muse as they participated in a union of a dark and twisted love.