“No. I’m not doing that. Nuh-uh!”
“Oh, come on, Slayer! Please?” Spike pouted.
“No! It’s bad… and wrong and… and creepy!”
“Come on pet, you’ll love it. Do this for me,” he leered, “and I’ll… do anything you want.”
“Anything I want?” Buffy’s eyes glazed over, as she lost herself in daydreams of Spike’s talented… parts.
“Yeah luv, whatever you want,” he smirked.
“Ohh no,” Buffy frowned, “I see what you tried to do there. So not going to work, mister!”
“But Buffy… luv… you don’t understand, I need to…”
“No, Spike. Not happening. I’m not watching Passions with you!”
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