Willow ,'Beneath You'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Damnit, Vortex, quit confusing me! One day you're all "Hey, look, top Vatican staff say Harry Potter is the Devil's spawn!" and I'm all, Dudes, that's it, I'm outta there, and the next day you're all "Hey, look, nuns kick ass and rock the house for social justice!" and I'm all, Yeah, baby, yeah! You're giving me total theological whiplash.
oops, sorry!
I am in a hotel room. I have cheesecake. I am in my pajamas. My feet hurt.
I HAVE NO UTENSILS.
My favorite response came from a friend of mine who said, "Dude, I'm Jewish and even I know that you don't mess with the nuns. He's in for a world of hurt."
Dana, can you use your hotel key card?
/enabler
I HAVE NO UTENSILS.
You have fingers and no witnesses. Eat the cheesecake.
I am so seriously considering using my key card. I mean, downstairs is not that far away, but I'm in my pajamas! I thought there would at least be a spoon for coffee.
You have fingers and no witnesses. Eat the cheesecake.
Yup. We won't tell.
Just wash the keycard.
We won't tell.
unless Tweeting counts...?
Key card smells weird. I think fingers would be too messy and waste too much good stuff. I tasted the whipped cream. I think it might be actual whipped cream.
I'm going to have to go downstairs, damnit.
I HAVE NO UTENSILS.
you have fingers.