The overtures of his frantic love making with Buffy had usually consisted of the sounds of zippers hastily yanked down, the tearing of fabric and the clutter of buttons scattering on the crypt floor...
You rockin' thing, you. :)
Erm. That's all I had to say. It's late and I'm tipsy but happier now, for reading this.
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Date: 2003-03-30 11:35 pm (UTC)The overtures of his frantic love making with Buffy had usually consisted of the sounds of zippers hastily yanked down, the tearing of fabric and the clutter of buttons scattering on the crypt floor...
You rockin' thing, you. :)
Erm. That's all I had to say. It's late and I'm tipsy but happier now, for reading this.