A meme round-up.

[my_belfry_of_fun]

Various Memes from Bakerstreet--see the Top-level comments for the memes.



The Rain Meme

The Insomnia Meme

The Stargazing Meme

Nursed back to Health Meme

Let's go to the Fair Meme

Late Night at Denny's Meme

The Enchanted Forest Meme

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[pureinsanity]

Dru lets Spike carry her until they reach the club. When she demands to be put down, and he of course complies, she hugs into him again, one arm around his waist and one on his shoulder as they queue to be let in. She giggles into his chest.

"Who shall we choose, my love? A boy or a girl? I want them to be pretty. It's more fun when they're beautiful. Their screams sound like music, like the angels crying. That's what I want. Someone beautiful to destroy." She giggles, high pitched and childish, as if she's suggesting something perfectly innocent.

[sod_off]

His arm went around her waist in turn, keeping her close as they were in the line. Leaning his head down towards hers, ignoring the queue and line and other people. "How about both? You choose. You have a way about you, of choosing just the right people." Spike murmured, nuzzling her hair and closing his eyes. Her being with him, her darkness and shadows, her in his arms, it was all he ever wanted. Them together.

[(Anonymous)]

"Mmmm," she murmurs back. "I'm always right." Her tone is languid, but even as she speaks, Dru turns her head so she can scan the queue.

"Blonde or brunette?" She murmurs. "Let's get a couple - one of each. They always scream more if you threaten the one they love."
Dru giggles. "I like watching them, the play of emotions on their faces. It's like poetry, like music, when your torture makes 'em sing."

[sod_off]

Spike smiles against her hair, nuzzling it as she murmurs about being always right. He lets her scan, but moves so his own hazel eyes scan too. "Now now, we tortured the last couple openly. This time let's try for more subtlety, hmm? Make them feel watched. Stalked. Uncomfortable." A beat, and Spike lets a smirk alight on his mouth. That arm around Drusilla's waist slipping down to her hips. "Hunted. Sound fun?"