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| Title : 'Busy' Author: Vixen Pairing: Angel/Spike Rating: R Setting: PWP "Sit down." "No." "I said, sit down" "I said, bloody no." "SIT." "I'm not a bloody dog. Oy!" Don't know why he's surprised when I throw him into the chair. He can move as fast. But his brain hasn't caught up yet. "Wha-?" "Shut up." "Wha-?" My hand's across that mouth. "Shut up." So his eyes speak, screaming blue, thoroughly pissed off. Good. He's wriggling free - so I sit on him. Hmmm, that's even better. Keep fighting, Will, that's right. I'm bigger than you. Ha. Getting bigger by the moment. Ouch, who left that mug there? "Ha ha. Mugged you." "Imbecile." Make a dive for his legs and, 'hello floor.' Thud. 'Hello table legs- meet my head.' Hey, they don't make tables like they used. Paper. Paper is everywhere. He thinks he's got away, but slips up on a stack of 'A4', cracking hishead on the metal filing cabinet on the way down. The door flies open. "Oh my God, my filing!" She doesn't spot the ungainly heap of vampireat her feet. "Not now Cordelia. I'm busy." "But, Angel?" "Grrrr." Blonde hair, yellow eyes, big teeth - gnashing. "Eeek! Bye!" She slams the door after her. Don't think she'll be back for a while. Good. Back to work. Round and round the desk. Well, it's exercise. He's distracted now though, watching what he's treading on. The scent of blood trailing down the side of his face reminds me. Time for a liquid break. I'm over the desk and on him in an instant, lips to blood. Falling. Crash - Breaking glass - Searing pain. Broken window - Sunlight. Two scorched vampires fling themselves back across the room. His hair's alight. Grabbing the water butt. I smash it over his head. That sorts it. "You bloody, stinkin', soddin', son of fuckin', Lucifer." He splutters,from his puddle of water and broken glass. I'm in tears. I ache all over, can't stop the laughter. Hysterical, that's me. Hysterical, bloody, soddin', son of fuckin',Lucifer. He's absolutely right. As usual. "Shut up, you raging poofta." Staggering to his feet, he launches himself at me for another go." My childe never did know when to stop. And I can't stop - laughing. I'm on the floor again, beneath him. I can't fight like this. He's so cross. So shaken. All battered, bleeding and wound up. And it gets me damn horny. Damn hysterical and horny. Losing my mind? Losing my soul? Don't care. I'm just gonna fuck him. Now, let's get rid of these wet clothes. -End Feedback |