Spike’s hands leapt to clutch the Graf’s broader shoulders. “Tell me you won’t hurt her,” he implored breathlessly. He felt von Krolock’s hand slip down to the base of his back, holding him. “Please.”
Softly, deliberately, kisses were touched over every inch of the healing scars, making Spike’s legs buckle and his hands tremble on von Krolock’s shoulders. His eyes were closed and he was half-panting, half-whimpering.
“William,” the whisper was as soft as silk against his skin. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you.” The very tips of the Graf’s fangs cut into his flesh and Spike bit hard on his lip to stifle a desperate moan. “You know this.”
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Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 04:33 am (UTC)Softly, deliberately, kisses were touched over every inch of the healing scars, making Spike’s legs buckle and his hands tremble on von Krolock’s shoulders. His eyes were closed and he was half-panting, half-whimpering.
“William,” the whisper was as soft as silk against his skin. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you.” The very tips of the Graf’s fangs cut into his flesh and Spike bit hard on his lip to stifle a desperate moan. “You know this.”