'There are no sparks, but their room begins to smell like a brewing storm, thick with electricity and anticipation.'
And the think how intense it would be, considering electricity was such a new idea. Literal and metaphotical sparks.
'Drusilla urges him on, demanding more, more, more. And he listens, again and again, to the mad beat of her heart.'
Mmm, that's hot to think of Spike touching her on such a literally visceral level. I'd like to think her relationship with Spike is giving her a little touch of her own humanity.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2010-07-23 09:15 pm (UTC)'There are no sparks, but their room begins to smell like a brewing storm, thick with electricity and anticipation.'
And the think how intense it would be, considering electricity was such a new idea. Literal and metaphotical sparks.
'Drusilla urges him on, demanding more, more, more. And he listens, again and again, to the mad beat of her heart.'
Mmm, that's hot to think of Spike touching her on such a literally visceral level. I'd like to think her relationship with Spike is giving her a little touch of her own humanity.