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10 September 2005 @ 11:08 pm
Night on the town...  
So yeah, I might’ve mentioned that I’d take her somewhere special tonight, go for a little trip in the car and break in the backseat a bit more but hell, I didn’t actually have anywhere in mind! Didn’t even really think we were going to do it. That didn’t stop Tara from going on about it for half the afternoon, soon as I’d finished shagging her in the shower she started about it. Where were we going to go? What were we going to do? Bloody hell, I was surprised she hadn’t asked me to list the positions I was going to fuck her in.

Then again, there weren’t that many you could pull off in the back of that car, not too much space see and the ceiling…

Well, anyway, the point was I had no idea how I was supposed to make this into the special occasion she wanted. I knew how to be romantic, done it a lot; roses, shiny little trinkets, a nice set of juicy twins for supper, but I hadn’t been romantic with Tara…hell, I didn’t even know if she liked twins.

But why did I care?

Yeah, like I didn’t know the answer to that question. I cared because I cared. Bitch’d done the deed, gotten under my skin and I’d be damned if I could tear her out, that’s why it had to be right tonight, so…well, guess I was finally ready to show her I was fond of her. I was fond of her, didn’t love her, but every day…

Wouldn’t do any good to stew over that though, I had more important things to think about right now.

I’d sent my girl off to hunt down the block while I had myself a looksee at what the local jewellery shop had to offer. If anything made a bird’s eyes light up it was something shiny and since I was supposed to be making this a special night for her, then I s’pose I should have something special to give her.

Of course, that’s about as much of tonight as I had planned. S’pose I could take her hunting somewhere a little quieter than LA, find some nice, sweet choirgirl for her to tie up in our shiny new basement and corrupt. I grinned to myself as I looked over the trinkets in the window. Yeah, she’d like that all right. Hell, I’d like that.

“So that’s settled,” I muttered, smashing my fist through the jewellers window and grabbing a diamond bracelet – it’d go nicely with that collar I’d gotten her – before striding off down the street as the shop’s alarm cut through the night.

“Little drive, little present, nice little victim.”
 
 
 
ex_lovesbitc93 on October 4th, 2005 01:28 am (UTC)
She was a little trooper, as it turned out, just wouldn’t give up. The little Slayer that could. But I gave as good as I bloody got, and if she wanted to play then I—

But suddenly she collided with me, pushing me to the ground. Normally I’d be more than happy to have a bird like her squirming ‘round on top of me, but as it turned out there was less squirming and more my head bouncing of the sodding cement…

"Time to say goodnight."

Luckily, I had a thick skull.

My arm shot out and I grabbed her wrist centimetres before her stake sunk into my chest. She was good, no doubts there, not good enough though. “Oh come on, love,” I said, grinning and twisting her wrist. “Not even going to read me a bedtime story?” I wrenched her wrist around painfully and she finally dropped the sodding stake, I took advantage of the moment and pushed her off me, standing quickly and backing off a little.

Time to get bloody serious, this girl wasn’t playing, not one bit. Hell, I almost liked her.

“Personally I like the one where the big bad monster eats the cocky little girl...or wait,” I continued thoughtfully. “Maybe he ties her up and plays with her a bit first. I can’t remember but either story’s good.”