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Nov. 16th, 2020 03:06 pmThey're being followed.
Normally that'd be the sort of thing that would get Sweeney all hot and bothered, the prospect of a fight before he and Spike get dinner and then probably fuck like wild animals as soon as they're home. That's date night. Not that either of them refer to it as such, but he knows they're both thinking it. A fight, a meal and some drinks, then fucking like mad. All in all, it's pretty perfect.
Only he can already tell this isn't going to be a decent fight. Whoever it is that's been trailing them for a few blocks now is at least half his size and he knows from experience with Spike that size doesn't always mean a lack of strength, but this guy feels distinctly human. Sometimes it can be fun to break some normal kid in half, but usually only when he's done something shitty.
Right now, as it stands, their pursuer is really only in danger of interrupting date night.
"He's not even bein' fuckin' quiet about it," Sweeney says to Spike, almost a whine. Nothing can kill his good mood faster than a shitty, wasteful fight.
"Hey!"
"Fuckin' finally," he says, rolling his eyes and turning around. "What?"
"Your spell didn't work!"
Sweeney looks at Spike, then back at the kid. "My what?"
"Your spell! You told me to bring something to you that belonged to him and that he'd fall in love with me!"
Still looking at Spike, Sweeney says, "Doesn't sound like somethin' I'd do."
Normally that'd be the sort of thing that would get Sweeney all hot and bothered, the prospect of a fight before he and Spike get dinner and then probably fuck like wild animals as soon as they're home. That's date night. Not that either of them refer to it as such, but he knows they're both thinking it. A fight, a meal and some drinks, then fucking like mad. All in all, it's pretty perfect.
Only he can already tell this isn't going to be a decent fight. Whoever it is that's been trailing them for a few blocks now is at least half his size and he knows from experience with Spike that size doesn't always mean a lack of strength, but this guy feels distinctly human. Sometimes it can be fun to break some normal kid in half, but usually only when he's done something shitty.
Right now, as it stands, their pursuer is really only in danger of interrupting date night.
"He's not even bein' fuckin' quiet about it," Sweeney says to Spike, almost a whine. Nothing can kill his good mood faster than a shitty, wasteful fight.
"Hey!"
"Fuckin' finally," he says, rolling his eyes and turning around. "What?"
"Your spell didn't work!"
Sweeney looks at Spike, then back at the kid. "My what?"
"Your spell! You told me to bring something to you that belonged to him and that he'd fall in love with me!"
Still looking at Spike, Sweeney says, "Doesn't sound like somethin' I'd do."
