Spike flipped through a box of records. "In a minute. I thought your Mum was pretty middle of the road when it came to music. Joyce has some decent vinyl here — The Doors, Cream, Hendrix. Must have had a misspent youth." Dawn pulled faces, Spike wasn't sure if was the thought of her mother being young or having taste.
"Just don't play Tom Jones. Mom played It's Not Unusual it over and over again when I was a kid."
Spike selected an album. "I've got some Tom Jones you'll like."
"Is that the Prince song?"
Spike snorted in disgust. "This is better than Prince."
He slid the record out of its sleeve, spun it between his hands to get the right side up, placed it on the turntable and cued the stylus. Kiss pumped through the speakers, with Spike singing along to Dawn and providing all the trademarked Tom Jones dance moves.
As Dawn laughed in delight at Spike's gyrations she started to get an inkling of what her mother saw in Tom Jones. Having a guy sing and dance for you, with lots of hip movements thrown in, was pretty damn sexy.
As the song reached its end, Spike reached out a hand to Dawn. She took his hand and pulling him close, slid a hand around his neck and kissed him. Slowly and deeply.
Coming up for air, she looked into Spike's eyes. "Well, you did say you wanted my kiss."
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