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| Dawn lay in her bed and stared at the ceiling. Her face was thoughtful as she flipped on the light. She ran her fingers over her lips. Decisively, she got up and dressed. "Look what Daddy has for you, pet," crooned Spike as he entered his suite. Buffy put down a highlighter and the baby name book she was reading. "You found the cookie dough ice cream?" she said hopefully. He held up a paper bag. "Not just cookie dough. Rocky road, too." "I love you so much," she said. He rolled next to her on the bed. He uncapped the pint of ice cream and dug in with a spoon. Gently, he fed her a large mouthful. "Yum," she said. She leaned on him as she took the spoon from him and ate the ice cream. Spike picked up the baby name book. "Which are the latest crop of candidates?" She gestured with her spoon. "The ones highlighted in yellow." He opened the book and flipped through the pages. "Abigail. No thanks. Way too Puritan." He paused. "Belinda. That's not too bad." "Did you happen to get any chocolate syrup?" she asked. He reached in the paper bag and pulled out the bottle. She merrily squeezed it into the container. "You are so perfect. Do you know me or what?" Giles tapped on the door of Anya's suite. The door flew open and Anya pulled him in. "That took way too long," she said, as she wrapped herself around him. They stumbled into the bedroom. Anya took a large paper bag from him and upended it on the bed. Dozens of condoms poured out, of all types, textures and flavors. "We do have to go the wedding tomorrow night," she said seriously. "I'm pretty sure that we won't be able to use all of these by then." He laughed and pulled her into his arms. "Oh, Anya," he said happily. "You're like a breath of fresh air." She ripped off his clothing and pushed him on the bed. She flopped down next to him. "Melon Love Glove," she read as she picked up condoms at random. "Kiss of Mint. Power Play. Gold Coin. Where did you get all this stuff?" "It seems that you can find anything you need any time of night in Las Vegas," he said. They rolled to the floor, and he grabbed a handful of foil packets as they fell. Dawn lay on a table. Her head was turned to the side. A tall blonde woman bent over her. "Are you sure about this, sweetie?" she asked. "I know exactly what I want," the girl said firmly. The artist bent over and began to etch a tattoo into her skin. -TBC- |
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