'Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
Hey little sister who's your superman
Hey little sister who's the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun'
Buffy stands on the balcony, watching the throng of bodies go by. They're half-naked in the spring heat as they celebrate Mardi Gras, beer sloshing over breasts and stomachs and necks. Buffy laughs at the crowd and tosses down a few necklaces. Spike is beside her on the balcony and he's laughing too, even though she's sure that he's seen a million of them.
But it's their first one together.
She smiles at that thought, and knows that it won't be their last, that there'll be a lot more things to come. She turns to look at him again and watches as he throws the beads down to one girl who refuses to take off her shirt, despite the onlookers derision.
"Always had a soft spot for the under dog", he says by way of explanation.
His hand trails lazily across her exposed midriff and she blushes with desire. He gives her a knowing wink before leaning in closely, his mouth inches from hers, "You want to go to bed?"
She smiles at the statement, leans in and whispers, "Yes."
He kisses her and they move from the balcony, fumbling their way into the studio apartment and onto the bed. They kiss and fondle and tease each other to the point of insanity. Their tongues and lips and fingers and nails becoming master manipulators of their flesh.
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They whisper sweet-nothings to the air and their breaths intertwines in the darkness of the room. The shadows fade and he sucks on her earlobe, saying, "I love you."
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He collapses on her and lays there for a moment before rolling off of her and pulling her into his embrace. She lies there for a moment smiling at nothing, drowning in her happiness.
'It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again ...
There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again
Come on
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again'
Hey little sister who's the only one
Hey little sister who's your superman
Hey little sister who's the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun'
Buffy stands on the balcony, watching the throng of bodies go by. They're half-naked in the spring heat as they celebrate Mardi Gras, beer sloshing over breasts and stomachs and necks. Buffy laughs at the crowd and tosses down a few necklaces. Spike is beside her on the balcony and he's laughing too, even though she's sure that he's seen a million of them.
But it's their first one together.
She smiles at that thought, and knows that it won't be their last, that there'll be a lot more things to come. She turns to look at him again and watches as he throws the beads down to one girl who refuses to take off her shirt, despite the onlookers derision.
"Always had a soft spot for the under dog", he says by way of explanation.
His hand trails lazily across her exposed midriff and she blushes with desire. He gives her a knowing wink before leaning in closely, his mouth inches from hers, "You want to go to bed?"
She smiles at the statement, leans in and whispers, "Yes."
He kisses her and they move from the balcony, fumbling their way into the studio apartment and onto the bed. They kiss and fondle and tease each other to the point of insanity. Their tongues and lips and fingers and nails becoming master manipulators of their flesh.
[ c e n s o r e d ]
They whisper sweet-nothings to the air and their breaths intertwines in the darkness of the room. The shadows fade and he sucks on her earlobe, saying, "I love you."
[ c e n s o r e d ]
He collapses on her and lays there for a moment before rolling off of her and pulling her into his embrace. She lies there for a moment smiling at nothing, drowning in her happiness.
'It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again ...
There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again
Come on
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again'