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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[sod_off]

The shudder had him rolling to his feet. Instantly alert and attentive to her. "Shh, Pet. I've got you." Moving his hands to her own, mouth going to her hair and forehead. "You don't like it, we can go inside somewhere. If I could, I'd put out their eyes in a heartbeat for you."

[pureinsanity]

Dru cuddles into him, letting her face press against Spike's side.

"Yeah, tear out their eyes. All of 'em. I don't want that monster up there looking at me no more. I want you."

She presses her palms flat against him. "I want you, Spike," she murmurs into his flesh.
"I want all of you."

[sod_off]

Wrapping her up in his arms, Spike does his best to shield her from the sky. From the stars. "You have all of me, Pet. I'm all yours." Murmured into her hair and savoring the closeness for a bit. "I can't tear out their eyes, more's the pity, so why don't we go find somewhere we can have fun? Maybe somewhere I can tear out eyes for you."

[pureinsanity]

"Take me somewhere." She trails her hands up over his torso, reaching to wrap her hands about his shoulders. She looks up, pleadingly, asking him silently, to carry her to wherever they are going. She could walk, but snuggling just a little closer to him for those minutes is something she doesn't want to miss.
Dru, once Spike has her in his arms, leans her face against his, lets her lips press to his jawline.

"You always know what to say to make me feel better. I want to see you hurt 'em. I want to see their pain. I want to touch it. I want to help."

[sod_off]

Even like this, her touch set him on fire. Simple enough to scoop her up in his arms, hold her close. Lean into her touch and kisses. "Then help you will." There was a nightclub they could go to. Dark corners, it was almost funny in that it catered to those who wanted to be creatures of the night. Which made it a perfect hunting ground for those who were said creatures of the night.

Spike would carry her until she wanted him to stop. Sod what anyone else thought. She was his princess, his everything.

[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.

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"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?"