The news is - Cat had to replace the motherboard on his computer, so basically my internet was funny all day today, and last night as well. We're hoping this will put an end to recurring, unasked for re-boots and sudden connectivity loss. All very annoying. We're networked so when he goes down, i go down.
As promised, here's the screencap of Robin Saches from 'Brideshead Revisited' - he's billed 'Old Etonian in the window' - hee! I must say, he looks very fine in his tux.

And news about the Pout!Verse! Yes, usually
txrabbit pouts and i post but motherboard issues and watching 'Long Way Round' and 'Brideshead' kinda...came first. :)
*pets Rabbit*
So instead the newest bit is behind the cut - that work for you guys? The rest, as always, starts here at one and goes two, three, four, five, six, and seven.
Spike had been...weird for the past week. Just - odd. Coming over and staying, which he didn't do very often. Hanging around outside the Magic Box, waiting. Asking questions that Xander didn't have any real answers to.
Like tonight. Out on patrol, dealing with the usual. Some weird little demons in robes, running around like headless chickens. Xander had got seperated from Buffy and was trying to find her when Spike popped up out of nowhere, a little robed demon in his arms. Snapped its neck and then pushed Xander into the tomb they were currently leaning against.
Moonlight making a dapple pattern on the grey, moss-grown wall, rich scent of cut roses and damp earth and Spike's hands sliding up under Xander's shirt - Spike's mouth cool and smokey and soft, finding all the little places all along Xander's neck that drove him crazy.
"Spike - Jesus! Buffy could - come any - minute," Xander gasped out and Spike laughed into his neck; low, grumbling chuckle that made Xander shiver.
"So could I, love," he said. His thigh between Xander's thighs, his hips moving in a slow push and roll that seemed to squeeze the air out of Xander's lungs until he couldn't do anything but hang on and breathe.
Spike's hands did their clever little dance over Xander's button and zip - pushed and pulled and smoothed and then Xander was doing his best to claw through the granite of the tomb, moss under his fingernails and Spike's nails digging into his hips a little - Spike's teeth at the back of his neck and then at his earlobe as Spike's cock pushed slowly, slowly in and Xander couldn't move - couldn't breathe.
"What's the nasty of the week, then?" Spike asked, and Xander bumped his head once - twice - on the side of the tomb.
"God, don't - ask now, Jesus, Spike -"
"Shh, shh..." Spike pushed a little harder - pushed until he was skin to skin, his hands gliding up Xander's belly to his chest and holding there, just pressing deep and hard while Xander shuddered around him. Then the pull out - the slow push back and Xander breathed and arched - pushed back and tried to hold tight while Spike's hands roamed at random over his body. Brushing over a nipple or running his fingernails lightly up Xander's ribs - running his fingertips over the head of Xander's cock and then sliding them down, to cup and fondle his balls.
All so slow, so fucking slow and so very good and it didn't take long for Xander to start to beg, softly. For anything - for everything.
"Know a girl called Dawn?" Spike asked, his hips twisting and then thrusting, onetwothree - stopping again, and Xander groaned.
"D-dawn? I don't...know. Maybe. Kinda - god - kinda familiar."
"Skinny thing - long dark hair," Spike said - bit gently at Xander's neck, his hand fisting around Xander's cock and stroking him.
"I...d-don't think so. Spike, c'mon, please -"
"Mmm...so pretty when you beg, pet," Spike whispered - started to move faster, and harder, and his hand gripped tighter. His mouth found Xander's shoulder - shirt collar pulled wide - and bit down slowly, fangs delicately breaking the skin. Xander was panting - thrusting back - one hand on Spike's hip and the other fisted on the tomb wall. Sensation like electric snakes twisting through him as Spike fucked harder - snarling a little now, his hand fast and hard on Xander's cock. Xander arched, crying out - Spike's hips pounding hard enough to push him into the wall.
As they slowed, panting, Spike licked the bloody place on Xander's shoulder and kissed his jaw - lifted a damp hand and flicked his tongue over his own sticky fingers.
"What about the Slayer's little sister, then? What's her name?"
"Spike - Buffy doesn't - have a little sister. You know that," Xander said slowly. Although - hadn't she had...someone? Xander was sure he was forgetting something but - fuck - Spike was still stroking him - still moving in tiny little pushes and pulls inside him, revving up for round two and Xander didn't want to talk anymore.
As promised, here's the screencap of Robin Saches from 'Brideshead Revisited' - he's billed 'Old Etonian in the window' - hee! I must say, he looks very fine in his tux.

And news about the Pout!Verse! Yes, usually
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*pets Rabbit*
So instead the newest bit is behind the cut - that work for you guys? The rest, as always, starts here at one and goes two, three, four, five, six, and seven.
Spike had been...weird for the past week. Just - odd. Coming over and staying, which he didn't do very often. Hanging around outside the Magic Box, waiting. Asking questions that Xander didn't have any real answers to.
Like tonight. Out on patrol, dealing with the usual. Some weird little demons in robes, running around like headless chickens. Xander had got seperated from Buffy and was trying to find her when Spike popped up out of nowhere, a little robed demon in his arms. Snapped its neck and then pushed Xander into the tomb they were currently leaning against.
Moonlight making a dapple pattern on the grey, moss-grown wall, rich scent of cut roses and damp earth and Spike's hands sliding up under Xander's shirt - Spike's mouth cool and smokey and soft, finding all the little places all along Xander's neck that drove him crazy.
"Spike - Jesus! Buffy could - come any - minute," Xander gasped out and Spike laughed into his neck; low, grumbling chuckle that made Xander shiver.
"So could I, love," he said. His thigh between Xander's thighs, his hips moving in a slow push and roll that seemed to squeeze the air out of Xander's lungs until he couldn't do anything but hang on and breathe.
Spike's hands did their clever little dance over Xander's button and zip - pushed and pulled and smoothed and then Xander was doing his best to claw through the granite of the tomb, moss under his fingernails and Spike's nails digging into his hips a little - Spike's teeth at the back of his neck and then at his earlobe as Spike's cock pushed slowly, slowly in and Xander couldn't move - couldn't breathe.
"What's the nasty of the week, then?" Spike asked, and Xander bumped his head once - twice - on the side of the tomb.
"God, don't - ask now, Jesus, Spike -"
"Shh, shh..." Spike pushed a little harder - pushed until he was skin to skin, his hands gliding up Xander's belly to his chest and holding there, just pressing deep and hard while Xander shuddered around him. Then the pull out - the slow push back and Xander breathed and arched - pushed back and tried to hold tight while Spike's hands roamed at random over his body. Brushing over a nipple or running his fingernails lightly up Xander's ribs - running his fingertips over the head of Xander's cock and then sliding them down, to cup and fondle his balls.
All so slow, so fucking slow and so very good and it didn't take long for Xander to start to beg, softly. For anything - for everything.
"Know a girl called Dawn?" Spike asked, his hips twisting and then thrusting, onetwothree - stopping again, and Xander groaned.
"D-dawn? I don't...know. Maybe. Kinda - god - kinda familiar."
"Skinny thing - long dark hair," Spike said - bit gently at Xander's neck, his hand fisting around Xander's cock and stroking him.
"I...d-don't think so. Spike, c'mon, please -"
"Mmm...so pretty when you beg, pet," Spike whispered - started to move faster, and harder, and his hand gripped tighter. His mouth found Xander's shoulder - shirt collar pulled wide - and bit down slowly, fangs delicately breaking the skin. Xander was panting - thrusting back - one hand on Spike's hip and the other fisted on the tomb wall. Sensation like electric snakes twisting through him as Spike fucked harder - snarling a little now, his hand fast and hard on Xander's cock. Xander arched, crying out - Spike's hips pounding hard enough to push him into the wall.
As they slowed, panting, Spike licked the bloody place on Xander's shoulder and kissed his jaw - lifted a damp hand and flicked his tongue over his own sticky fingers.
"What about the Slayer's little sister, then? What's her name?"
"Spike - Buffy doesn't - have a little sister. You know that," Xander said slowly. Although - hadn't she had...someone? Xander was sure he was forgetting something but - fuck - Spike was still stroking him - still moving in tiny little pushes and pulls inside him, revving up for round two and Xander didn't want to talk anymore.
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Sounds like what's been going on with my desktop, except my re-boots never completed -- the screen would go dark and the CPU fan would rev up but the whosit that actually restarts the computer never did anything. I had more than one techie try to figure it out. Once I got a message upon restart about "improper CPU speed" but couldn't figure out what to do about it. At least it wasn't happening all that often.
It's a Sony so the motherboard is proprietary and not amenable to a quick swap, as you've done (good luck with that!). Yesterday I just ordered a laptop, which I'd been wanting anyway, and I'll use the desktop as backup.
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You can go into your bios and reset the CPU speed. I can't tell you how, but it's possible.
Have fun with your new laptop!
:)
The mb replacement seems to have done the trick for us. Yay!