I love Spike. He is handsome and brave and funny and he has a nice butt.
I love making out, too. Me and Spike do that all the time. He says I'm bloody good at it. I am here for Spike's pleasure. I wonder what we'll do next?
Maybe we'll play chess. I love chess. Warren taught me how to play on those Friday nights when he didn't have a date. I wonder if Spike will want to play?
Or maybe he wants to slay?
Before I get the chance to ask him, he grabs my arms and kisses me really hard.
*OOMPH!*
Finally, he pulled away and said, "You're mine now, Slayer."
I smiled. "Of course I am. I was made for you, Spike."
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