• Mood: sick
• Music: generation x — one hundred punks

Trail

Hoping to distract Dawn from her cherries, Spike had liberated them and decorated his body with strategically placed fruit.

Not to be denied her treat, Dawn pounced on Spike with hunger in her eyes. Starting in the hollow of his throat, she worked her way down Spike's body. Neatly trimmed fingernails gently circled each cherry before she slowly ate the fruit he'd left for her. She scrupulously removed the juice with a talented tongue that had Spike arching into her touch.

Moaning as Dawn extracted a cherry from his navel, Spike made a mental note to restock their cherry supply.

open_on_sunday — challenge #62: beginnings
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