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fitofpique's birthday! Have a wonderful day filled with ballons, candles and cake. Or maybe that's just 7 year olds?
Here's a birthday snippet just for you.
The gift wrapped box is huge, six foot tall and wrapped around with black and red ribbons. There is no return label, just your name.You study it thoughtfully and then tug hard at one dangling streamer. As if by magic, the box vanishes in a glittering shower of scarlet sparkles and you stare, enraptured at your present.
"Oh, my."
Your gaze goes slowly from the slicked back hair to the loose laced boots, and you reach out a tentative finger to stroke the supple black leather of the coat. It's so unexpected, yet so perfect, that you just can't quite believe it.
You raise your eyes up to meet his, finding them expectant and amused.It's difficult to speak but you manage it after swallowing hard.
"Xander - if you're wearing these...what's Spike got on?"
He smiles back at you, fingering the collar around his neck engraved, 'From Spike to Fitofpique' as the second box appears.
"Nothing but his collar.Is that a problem?"
You shake your head mutely and reach out to tug...
The End.
fitofpique's birthday! Have a wonderful day filled with ballons, candles and cake. Or maybe that's just 7 year olds? Here's a birthday snippet just for you.
The gift wrapped box is huge, six foot tall and wrapped around with black and red ribbons. There is no return label, just your name.You study it thoughtfully and then tug hard at one dangling streamer. As if by magic, the box vanishes in a glittering shower of scarlet sparkles and you stare, enraptured at your present.
"Oh, my."
Your gaze goes slowly from the slicked back hair to the loose laced boots, and you reach out a tentative finger to stroke the supple black leather of the coat. It's so unexpected, yet so perfect, that you just can't quite believe it.
You raise your eyes up to meet his, finding them expectant and amused.It's difficult to speak but you manage it after swallowing hard.
"Xander - if you're wearing these...what's Spike got on?"
He smiles back at you, fingering the collar around his neck engraved, 'From Spike to Fitofpique' as the second box appears.
"Nothing but his collar.Is that a problem?"
You shake your head mutely and reach out to tug...
The End.