“Buffy? You in here?” Xander wandered through the mansion quietly hoping she wasn’t in a killing mood. He couldn’t really blame her if she was, after all he was the one who shot her. He had waited awhile after Spike left before he entered the house, but who knew when the bleached wonder would be back.
“What are you doing here Xander? You are going to get yourself killed.” He saw her sprawled out on the bed in her bloody sweater.
“If you really are still you in there I came to save you from Spike.”
“Why would you need to do that?”
“I can’t let you stay with him Buff.”
“And why should I go with you? You seemed to have no remorse for shooting me.” She stayed there staring at the ceiling.
“I am sorry about that. Come on, you need to get out of here so we can regroup.” He was frustrated when she didn’t move a muscle.
“Why are you just sitting there?”
“I’m not allowed to move.” She smiled slightly.
“What do you mean you aren’t allowed to move?”
“Yoda deemed this position most beneficial to my recovery. Not allowed to move.”
“Buffy this is ridiculous.”
“You’re right it is. You shouldn’t be here. You are going to get yourself killed.” She sighed. “And I don’t think I can stop him this time.”
“You’re the Slayer of course you can stop him.” Xander glared at her frustrated.
“I’m not a slayer anymore Xander, I’m a vampire and his childe. I can’t even begin to explain to you what that means because I don’t even understand it but I know I can’t fight him.”
“Can’t or won’t?” He was looking at her with disgust.
“Both.” Her answer only infuriated him more. Spike smiled from the hallway. He wasn’t expecting her to stay put let alone defend him when he saw the whelp enter the house.
“So you are just going to let him go on feeding?”
“Xander if you are going to stake me go ahead and do it, if not I suggest you leave before he gets back because I really don’t want you dead.”
“Too late, Luv.” He sneered as he walked past Xander and dropped a bag on the bed.
“That didn’t take long. How did you make it there so fast?”
“I didn’t, figured I would get you some new stuff.” He slapped her thigh. “Go change, I’m going to talk to the whelp.” She stood and grabbed the bag giving him a wary look. “I’m not going to eat him Pet.” He whispered low enough that Xander wouldn’t hear. She nodded and walked into the bathroom. When the door closed he turned and faced the cowering boy in the doorway. “I seem to recall telling you not to come back, you git. Am I going to have myself a feast before you get it in you bloody thick skull?”
“You aren’t turning her into a killer.” Xander shot out with venom.
“Don’t have to, she’s always been a killer, just wasn’t killing your kind.” He smiled evilly. “Now get out.” Xander looked ready to protest but he backed out of the room and descended the stairs.
“Thank you.” She emerged from the bathroom with a self-conscious smile. Spike had to adjust his jeans to stifle the painful groan that fought almost as hard to break free as his swollen cock. She was exquisitely lethal in the tight black leather pants. The short silver tank top left her perfectly sculpted midriff exposed to his critical gaze.
“Welcome Pet.” The words were strained through his clenched jaw. Never had anyone been able to make him want to rip their clothes off with just a smile. “How’s the chest?” He pointed to her stab wound.
“Okay. A little sore but better.”
“Good. Let’s go see the watcher.” He handed her a leather duster similar to his and watched her contented grin as she pulled the soft hide onto her shoulders.
“Umm, soft.” She rubbed her cheek with the sleeve and chuckled.
“Like it Slayer?” He laughed at the childish giggle that erupted. It was a welcome change to the downtrodden shell she had been a few hours ago.
“Yes.” He smiled at the thought a few purchases could make her feel that much better, but she was THE slayer and he suspected the clothes felt more like her patrolling clothes. Confidence was power with this woman and they were a deadly combination.
“You aren’t thinking about trying to kill the fledglings unfortunate enough to cross your path tonight are you?” His expression held a warning he was not to be disobeyed.
“No Master Yoda, straight to the library and straight home. No talking to strangers or pointy teethed men.” She batted her eyelashes and rocked on her heels like a child being disciplined before dashing down the stairs to the door.
“Bloody hell, all the happy meals in the world and I had to turn little orphan Annie on PCP.” He sighed and followed her to the front door of the mansion.
“I heard that!”
“Good. Wait for me you little chit!”
“Can you move any slower? Do I need to buy you a walker grandpa?” Her mischievous gloat showed him she knew she was skating on very thin ice. It was going to be a game of push and pull until she had tested all of the boundaries. He growled and stepped into her personal space. Much to her chagrin she cowered slightly and bowed her head submissively. “How do you do that?” She looked up at him, disobedience gone from her eyes. She whimpered quietly in distress as he rubbed her cheek gently. She couldn’t seem to pull away from him.
“Don’t make me control you Slayer, I don’t want it to be like that.” He didn’t want a puppet, he had minion for that. He wanted a playmate, an equal, to share with Dru. She was his greatest opponent and with her personality had the potential to be a great companion over the centuries but he had to make her understand early that he was the one with all of the power. First she had to learn to obey vampire law then he would give her more freedom.
“Can I still call you Yoda?” She was complying but there was still a spark of defiance in her eye that sent a surge of anticipation through him. Maybe he wouldn’t try and find the adulterous wench that deserted him for Angelus, maybe he would just keep the slayer to himself. She was so much like him it made his skin tingle with expectation of the battles to come.
“Yeah luv. You can call me Yoda.”
“Then lead the way Master Yoda.” She smiled as he rolled his eyes.
“Come on then, you wench. Move your ass.” They stepped into the twilight and Buffy stopped short, overwhelmed by her senses. It was like trying to watch a movie through bad reception. All she was getting was static. “Relax.” She followed the light of his lighter as he raised it to the cigarette hanging out of his mouth. “It will be over in a minute.” He took a deep drag of smoke and exhaled slowly. She felt the world around her slowly shift into focus, although much more active than she ever remembered. She could hear and smell things she never noticed before. Leisurely taking in the new environment she wandered in the direction of the library.
“Summers, what do you think you are doing back on school property? I expelled you yesterday remember?” Buffy stopped with a growl when she heard Snyder approach.
“Cor, Pet. Did anything go right yesterday?” Spike looked down at the infuriated vampire beside him and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
“Nothing comes to mind.” She looked up at him and pointed to Snyder, “may I?”
Spike smiled knowing she wouldn’t really kill him. It was a shame really, the sniveling little worm rubbed him the wrong way. “Be my guest Luv.” She was on him in a second dangling him by his throat.
“I couldn’t give two shits about your school Snyder.” She slid into her game face and growled dangerously close to his face. “I’m going to see Giles. Stay out of my way.” She could have sworn she heard him squeak before she smelled that distinctly rank odor of fear running down his leg. “You might want to clean that up, what with all those diseases transmitted through body fluids these days.” Spike couldn’t help but laugh when she dropped him in his own waste.
“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” He chuckled and followed her into the library.
“Giles.” She bounced into his office like she had so many days after school. The librarian momentarily forgot her transformation and sighed like he did everyday when she came in.
“Good evening Buffy.” He started slightly when he saw Spike step beside her watching every move the watcher made.
“Have you found anything?” Giles followed them out to the table and noticed Buffy momentarily stop and stare at the place on the floor where they found Kendra. She could still smell the blood and had to stifle a cry of mourning.
“Remarkable.” Giles watched her with unguarded fascination.
“What is?” Spike snarled at the man’s close inspection of his childe.
“I can find no record of a slayer being turned successfully. They either died in the process or went insane from the blood lust. It seems Slayers keep their souls when they are turned.”
“I haven’t had any blood lust.” She shrugged and sat down at the table.
“You mean to tell me she’s like Peaches?”
“Well, yes. Without the happiness clause.”
“So, my soul is permanent.” She studied the watcher carefully and he nodded.
“Bullocks.” Spike rubbed his eyes. “All the possible childer in the world and I had to sire a bleeding souled slayer.”
“Could be worse.” She shrugged
“How do you figure?” Spike groaned and rubbed his tired eyes.
“I could be more like Xander.” Giles rolled his eyes at her antics but couldn’t keep from chuckling when the peroxide blonde across from him yelled for her to take it back. The thought made him a little nauseous as well.
“So what happens now?” Spike looked up at the watcher with contempt warning him not to try anything.
“It depends on you two.” Giles left the comment hanging in the air. There was no mistaking the meaning. He would support Buffy but if they started hunting he would have no choice but to turn against them. The thought made Buffy shudder.
“I’m more worried about the Council than anything.”
“We can handle the Council, Luv, it’s the other vampires that I’m worried about. You are a prized commodity, and there will be a lot of ambitious vampires trying to stake their claims as masters by taking you away from me.”
“Great, so they will be coming at us from all sides.” She sighed and slumped back into her chair.
“I can control the council for awhile.” Giles took her cool hand in his, looking at his charge with fatherly concern. “But I fear we won’t be much help with the vampires.”
“We’ll take care of that Giles, just keep the new slayer and the Council off my back.” Buffy smiled slightly.
“Have you seen your mother yet?” Spike noticed her eyes mist before the emotions were hidden behind a mask of indifference.
“No, it’s better for her this way.”
“Buffy, are you sure?”
“She kicked me out when she found out I was the slayer, Giles. She couldn’t take it. It’s better if she thinks I’m dead than if she sees what I’ve become. She won’t understand.” The pained look was back in her eyes and Spike unconsciously reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Giles registered the movement as odd but filed it away for consideration at a later time. The idea of William the Bloody being as compassionate as he seemed to be around his slayer was a little much to swallow with everything else that had happened in the last few weeks.
“I’ll trust your judgment on that.” Giles sighed and cleaned his glasses.
“What are we going to do about Xander? He’s not exactly happy about this situation. I’m not looking forward to waking up with a stake in my chest.”
“The whelp won’t be bothering us any time soon.” Spike sneered.
“You don’t know Xander, Spike. He may be a coward but he’s a persistent one.” Spike snorted with distaste.
“Yes, I’m afraid she’s right. You might consider disappearing for a while.”
“I don’t think that’s exactly the solution either. I don’t like the idea of leaving you unguarded until the new slayer comes. Besides, if I am the target of a influx of vampires, home turf would be the best place to fight them.”
“I suppose that would be wise.” He turned to Spike. “Can we trust you not to feed if we leave you be?”
“Now look here, watcher, just cause Blondie here isn’t hunting doesn’t mean I have to deprive myself.” He leaned in taking an aggressive posture. His angered eyes clashed with Buffy’s soft pleading face when he felt her hand on his forearm.
“Please, Spike. At least not in Sunnydale.” She turned to Giles. “Is that acceptable?” The watcher sighed and nodded so she turned back to her sire. “Please Spike. I won’t ask anymore of you.”
Spike felt himself melting into those expressive green eyes again and groaned. “Bloody hell.” Buffy threw her arms around him when she realized he was caving.
“Thank you.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek and settled back in her seat.
“Can I eat ‘em in self defense?” Buffy chuckled and nodded. He grumbled and shot out of his chair. Pacing seemed to be the only way to quell the urge to ring her neck. “Bloody Slayers, taking all the fun out of being bad.” He turned suddenly and pointed at her. “You owe me big for this Blondie.”
“Your wish is my command Yoda.” She giggled and turned back to Giles. Spike smirked at the back of her head knowing she had no idea what that simple sentence was going to cost her. “We better get out of here. I don’t want to be anywhere near here when Xander gets here to patrol.”
“I’ll see what I can find.” He cleaned his glasses again. “And Buffy, do be careful won’t you.”
“Always.” She smiled and walked out the door behind Spike.
“You don’t even begin to know the trouble you just got yourself into Pet.” Spike mumbled huskily into her ear before dropping his lips to his mark. Buffy gulped loudly and tried not to show the slight tremor her body was fighting. He left her shaking like a leaf as he turned and walked out of the building. She wasn’t trembling in fear, he knew, it was anticipation. Spike let a grin slide easily over his features. When he finally did take her she was going to be an experience to remember.
Buffy was half way out the door behind him when she was stopped by a gruff voice. “Hold it right there Miss Summers.” She looked over to see two uniformed police officers holding their guns on her.
“What now?” She mumbled and raised her hands passively.
“You’re under arrest on suspicion of murder, assault of a police officer, and fleeing the scene of a crime.” Spike turned back to assess the scene. He shook his head and stalked quietly behind the officers.
“How many times do I have to tell you people I had nothing to do with Kendra’s murder? You want her killer go track down a crazy woman named Drusilla.”
“Down on the ground. Hands behind your head.” The older officer took an aggressive step toward her and switched gun’s safety off.
“I’m telling you, this is not a good idea.”
“You have the right to remain silent, if you give up this right…”
“You’re making a mistake.” She watched her sire’s face shift and she shook her head at him.
“Anything you say will be used against you in a court of law.” Spike wrapped his arm around the younger officer’s throat and covered his mouth stifling any sound.
“Why is it you people never listen to me?” Buffy sighed as she dropped to her knees locking her hands behind her head. She watched the body of the officer drop from Spike’s arms with a thud. She started to whisper quietly enough that only Spike would pick it up. “Please don’t kill them, it will only make it worse.” He nodded and slammed the butt of the acquired gun into the other cop’s temple.
“Bloody hell, Slayer. Your bad days are a nightmare.” He lifted her to her feet and was surprised when she fell against him with a whimper. She instinctively sought the protection of his arms. She needed to feel safe even if it was just for a moment. His arms wrapped around her without so much as a thought and cooed gently in her ear. “Come on Luv, let’s get you home.” He tucked her against his side securely in his embrace and led her back to the mansion.
Buffy felt a wave of immense comfort when he pulled her down on the couch and settled her on his lap. “Is this my punishment for not playing by the rules? Are the powers punishing me for not killing Angel fast enough?” Her words were muddled by her soul wrenching sobs.
“No, Pet. This is Peaches’ fault and I’m gonna fix it.” He rocked her gently until she quieted down. He cursed Angel for leaving him another mess to clean up. “Everything will be alright, slayer. I promise.”
“You can’t fix this.” She whispered as she vamped. “No one can fix this.” She pointed to her face with a shaking finger. “I’m living my worst nightmare.” Her ridges faded away and she buried her face back in the crook of her neck. Unsure what to say he just held her tightly willing the pain to disappear. Eventually her body began to calm and she sank deeper into his hold.
A warm sensation washed over her chilled body as she pulled herself from sleep. She was still cradled comfortably in Spike’s arms on the couch. “Morning.” Stretching slightly she noticed a telltale bulge against her leg.
“Morning.” He nuzzled her bite scars and kissed the puckered skin. A jolt of lust ran through her as she jumped out of his lap and started to pace. She was getting too close. His compassion was wearing her down slowly, bit by torturous bit. He was William the Bloody. He was supposed to be cruel and vindictive. Why was he being so gentle?
“I can’t stand seeing you in pain.” He crossed the distance to her, surprised he had admitted that to her. He placed his hands softly on her cheeks and brought his forehead to rest against hers. “You’re too beautiful to be in pain.”
Buffy, startled by the realization she had spoken her thought, skittered away from him. Surges of electricity seemed to dance along her spine every time he touched her, filling her with desire she was sure shouldn’t be there. She made the mistake of meeting his eyes as she took another step away from him. The clear blue was cloudy with concern and lust. He wanted her and she was starting to want him. The blinding comprehension scared the hell out of her. He could sense her fighting against her own lust and she knew it. Too fast, it was all happening too fast.
Her back was against the wall but she wasn’t really sure how it got there. Snarls seemed to be timed with her attempts to push him away, each one a little weaker than the last. His lips found hers with a fierce possessiveness that made her toes curl. A skillful tongue began to glide a seductive path along her jaw. Gentle nips intermingled with soft cool kisses descended her throat and ended at his scars. Lazily his tongue circled the mark leaving her gasping for unneeded air. When his blunt teeth nipped the raised flesh she melted into a puddle of want. A whimpering purr found its way to her lips and her body relaxed against Spike’s. “Like that do you Pet?” The voice was low and husky, stirring a burning ache in her stomach. His hands were everywhere, burning icy tracks across her naked skin. Soft lips latched on to a pebbly nipple and teased it ceaselessly. Buffy didn’t know how she had lost her shirt. Her hands found their way tentatively to his chest, still unsure about her inexperience. She ran her nails gently over the material of his t-shirt causing a vibrating rumble of approval against her breast. More confident, her tiny hands slid under the hem to find the silky smooth skin of his back. Dragging her nails against his back as she lifted the fabric, she wrenched his head from the torture of her chest and pulled the shirt off. He was back on her in a second, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist as he carried her to the nearest bedroom. He laid her gently onto he satin covers and studied her body intently. Buffy began to flush with embarrassment and moved to cover herself. “Don’t.” He stilled her hands and crawled predatorily up her body. “Don’t ever try and hide from me.” His lips found their way back to the mark on her neck, enjoying the shudder as he sucked the skin into his wanting mouth. “You’re beautiful Luv.” His wicked tongue trailed down the valley of her breasts to her navel. She arched unconsciously when it swirled around the rim and dipped inward. She was on fire, and she was sure she was going to explode into dust any moment. Her thoughts were jumbled but a song lyric seemed to play through her mind over and over.
“Killing me softly.” Whispered words passed over her trembling lips with a whimper. Spike raged instantly harder. He was going to explode if he wasn’t inside her soon, but he was determined to erase all memories of her one time with his soul-bearing antagonist before this night was over. Slowly he removed her leather pants trailing kisses on the exposed skin. Groans and whimpers were warring in her mind mingling into a strained purring. “Oh God Spike.” A smirk of pure male pride graced his face as he looked up at the perfect body writhing under his ministrations.
“Even he can’t help you now Luv.” He chuckled and kissed his was back up along her thighs, settling in at the apex. He licked her dewy center and felt her tense.
“Spike?” Her hands reached down to pull his head away but he locked his hands with hers and held her still.
“Just relax pet.” She whimpered again as he lapped greedily at her heady core. He circled the rim of the dripping abyss before thrusting his tongue inside. Releasing one of her hands, he replaced his tongue with his fingers. Spike returned to his torture of the bundle of nerves crying out for attention as he gently stretched and massaged the walls of her passage. Buffy was a fever of desire. Pleas of mercy fell from her lips without her consent as she balanced blissfully on the precipice. Spike smiled as he pulled back and was met with a cry of disappointment. “Easy Luv.” He would be damned if he wasn’t inside that tight little heaven when she came. Shedding his remaining clothing quickly he nestled himself between the inviting legs held open for him. Lips smashed together in a desperate need as he thrust into her. Buffy was gone, her scream of pleasure lost in his kiss. His eyes rolled back with the sensations of her fluttering muscles caressing him as he held her and rocked gently inside her to stretch out her release. She sank into the bed and her limbs fell heavily at her sides. Spike gave her a moment before moving again inside her. She moaned and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder. Angel had been considerate when he made love to her, but never made her feel a tenth of what Spike was doing to her. She would do almost anything to keep feeling this way. Pure enraptured desire filled her as the pressure built for a second time.
Several thoughts swam around Spike’s muddled mind as he built his way toward orgasm. No one in his century plus of existence, ever made him feel on fire the way this little blonde firecracker beneath him did. His lust for his dark princess seemed to pale in comparison. There was no way in hell that Spike was ever going to share his slayer with anyone, she was his and it was going to stay that way. Animalistic growls were pouring from her lips as she nibbled on his shoulder making him impossibly tighter. His pace was frenzied as her cries jumped an octave. She was about to shatter again and he was right behind her. With a growl he sank his fangs into her shoulder again and drank hungrily. He felt her twitching uncontrollably beneath him as she came. Her muscles clamped down on his cock like a vise and he roared into her shoulder. “Mine.”
“Always.” A warm feeling settled in her stomach when she realized what had just happened. Spike lost his control and shot a stream of cold seed into her with a grunt. She had accepted his claim, whether she understood it or not. He collapsed on her chest gasping to pull air into his dead lungs. He felt her trembling hands run through his hair as he lapped at the torn skin of her throat. “Is it always like this?”
He moaned as he nuzzled the skin just below her ear. “Never.” He kissed her jaw and rolled them to cradle her on his chest. “Never this good.” He sighed, suddenly understanding how she could break Angelus’ curse. That one perfect moment of ecstasy would forever be etched into his mind. She smiled and snuggled deeper into his embrace. “Luv, you do understand what just happened, right?”
“You claimed me.”
“And you accepted. I’m never letting you go now.” There was a gentle warning in his tone, and to his surprise she smiled and raised her eyes to challenge him.
“You were never going to let me go anyway. You like fighting with me too much.” He chuckled and agreed with her.
“True.”
“Tell me about the claim.” She settled down against his chest.
“It’s a two way street. I can claim, but you have to accept for it to be complete. You are my mate now, and I’m not partial to sharing you.” He sighed not sure he wanted to tell her the next part. She was fiercely independent and wasn’t going to be a huge fan of the rites of possession. “It also means that you belong to me until one of us is dust.” Buffy’s eyes went wide but she held back her protest. This was the vampire world and claims meant a lot of things, protection, loyalty, devotion, and in some rare cases love.
“Did you claim Dru?” She felt him stiffen and met his feral eyes.
“No.” His growl was angry and she almost regretted bringing it up. “I tried once but she wouldn’t accept the claim.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” She burrowed her face into his arm to avoid looking at him. “I heard once that claiming was the equivalent to marriage in the demon world. Is that true?”
“Only if the claiming is mutual.”
“Do you love..?” A snarl stopped her question short.
“Don’t say it slayer.” The reply was harsher than he meant it to be, but he didn’t want to know where the rest of that sentence was going to lead her. All of the options were uncomfortable for him. A sharp pang of recognition ran through her at his reaction to her question. He sounded alarmingly similar to Angelus when she had asked a similar question. If she could have laughed at herself she would have. What ever made her think Spike would be different because he was more passionate was dancing in her face mocking her. He was the same as Angelus, feral and possessive, and she was now his property in two ways. She bit her lip to hold back the tears and steeled herself.
Silence descended after his warning and she waited patiently for sleep to claim him. Sliding out of his grasp, she slipped on his discarded t-shirt and made her way down the stairs. Quietly she lifted the sword from the battle yesterday and curled up in the overstuffed chair in the corner. Sex and vampires were never a good mix and she waited for the other shoe to drop with a sick feeling in her stomach. It wouldn’t take him long to wake, he hadn’t slept much since she had risen. She curled her legs under her and covered as much of the exposed skin as she could with the soft fabric of the shirt. Tears dropped silently from her cheeks, spotting the black cotton.
A pain lurched inside him when he woke to find her gone. He didn’t even want to investigate where it came from but it was similar to the feeling he had when Dru had first bed her long lost sire. Growling angrily at the vulnerable emotions, he descended the stairs two at a time. “Slayer!”
Buffy jolted at the vicious growl and fought the tears as her suspicions were confirmed. It was Angel all over again. She pushed her emotions behind a mask of stone and gripped the sword tighter.
Spike’s heart shattered and dropped from his chest when he saw the emotionless eyes glaring at him. “Let’s get this over with.” She stood from the chair as proudly as she could.
“Get what over with Pet?” He was angry and confused, not a good combination with his temper. Primal anger clouded his mind and made him irrational.
“You’ve had your fun, now it’s time to try and kill me.” She spoke calmly despite the flip-flops in her stomach. She was irritated that she thought this time it might be different. She knew better than to believe anything in her life would go according to plan. She seemed to be the butt of a huge cosmic joke.
“What?” He looked at her incredulously, not sure he heard her correctly.
“That’s the way it works. First we screw, then you try and kill me.” She raised her sword defensively. “You know I almost convinced myself this time would be different, but it’s not. So have at it.”
Understanding began to penetrate his rage. “Angelus.” The anger melted from his features when he noticed the tear tracks on her cheeks. “You thought I was going to pull a Peaches.” He stepped toward her with as little hostility as he could. Her silence was all the confirmation he needed. “Never, luv. I couldn’t let you die when I hated you. What makes you think I’ll do it after I’ve claimed you as my mate?” She raised the sword again when she noticed herself beginning to relax.
“Doesn’t matter. Angel loved me before he went psycho.” He saw a slight tremble in the hand holding the weapon.
“I’m not Angelus. I don’t have a soul to lose and I don’t plan on hurting you, Luv.” He placed his hand on the blade and pushed it downward.
“But I heard you yelling.” She was fighting him but he could tell by the look in her eyes that she was trying to believe him. She had to believe him. Spike was all she had left in her upended life.
“I thought you left me, like Dru.” His quiet answer caught her off guard. Tears seeped from her tightly closed eyes as he pulled her into his arms.
“You really weren’t going to kill me?”
“Well I’ll admit it crossed my mind when I woke up in an empty bed. I thought you abandoned me like all the others.” Spike was shocked by his candor. He was never this honest with anyone. Emotions were a weakness that he never granted himself.
“I know the feeling.” He studied the top of the head buried against his chest with fascination. The more he found out about her, the more he realized how similar they were. They may have started out on opposite sides of the spectrum but somehow they seemed to end up in the same place. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out the sensations threatening to take over his mind. He was in way too deep and he wasn’t sure if he would ever find his way out. He wasn’t really sure he wanted to.
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By Daxis Steele