[ Pulled close, there's no way she's going to be able to break away and escape from his grip. She's never been strong, too waifish for any of the higher calling vocations when she had been fae, lending her talents to magic instead. Here, she finds herself completely at the mercy of anyone who has any measure of muscle, any power, be it supernatural or otherwise, and she squeaks a little as she turns her head to look at Spike, her eyes wild.
He smells... Different, and she can't say what it is, why it echoes with something familiar and novel, but it does. Baring her own small teeth, she growls, trying to be as threatening as she can, even as her entire body aches for him and what he might give her.
His touch, his hand, his bite, more - she doesn't care, she just craves it. ]
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He smells... Different, and she can't say what it is, why it echoes with something familiar and novel, but it does. Baring her own small teeth, she growls, trying to be as threatening as she can, even as her entire body aches for him and what he might give her.
His touch, his hand, his bite, more - she doesn't care, she just craves it. ]
I am not tender.
[ She is. ]