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Post by Spike on May 28, 2007 1:02:36 GMT -5
Because it makes your cheeks flush in the most delightful way.
*Spike set his jaw defiantely.*
"I was just trying to protect you."
Like I always do.
"But you know...you're right. You're a big girl, you can handle the truth. Where'd you like me to start? I'll tell you the whole bloody tale, but I don't want to hear one more peep about me lying. It's the whole truth then, eh?"
*He looked to her, his gaze intense and expecting.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 28, 2007 12:24:43 GMT -5
*Buffy crossed her arms. She recognized that jaw, that tone. The one that said he was disgusted with her; not the quite different face he supplicated with.
When he looked at her like this, she almost had to believe him. Soul or not.*
"Okay," *she said slowly.* "But I'll know if you're telling the truth."
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Post by Spike on May 28, 2007 12:28:47 GMT -5
Fine. So how do you start this?
*Spike shifted uncomfortably for a moment, feeling very exposed. He avoided her gaze, being a bit anxious.*
"Of course. Just...it'll take a while. Is there somewhere we could go..."
*He looked up to the brunette and back to Buffy imploringly.*
"Somewhere with less of an audience?"
*Realizing that the suggestion sounded kind sleazy, he was quick to add.*
"Like a cemetery or something. Public...but quiet."
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Post by Buffy Summers on May 28, 2007 19:30:51 GMT -5
*Buffy glanced up at Bonnie-Marie, then back at Spike. She didn't want company any more than he did; and she was more than a match for him if he tried anything.*
"What, like the first thing I do when I get magically dumped in a new town is scout the local cemeteries." *She paused.* "Yeah, I know where one is."
[To the cemetery, then.]
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