Spike snarled, angry and tired and pushing down hard on the tiny quiver of panic that wanted to well up and smother him. The same panic he'd felt when he'd figured out what the soldier's had done to him.
Shivers, baby. Shivers under my skin.
This is sooooo good and I'm completely caught up in the story you are crafting.
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Shivers, baby. Shivers under my skin.
This is sooooo good and I'm completely caught up in the story you are crafting.
*adores your brain*
**smooches**