Sweet nonsenses

Nicked this from kantayra  and played a little bit with Spike and Buffy. Here's one of the results:

A Boots In Time

On a hot and alone morning, Spike sat on the floor. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His toe ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Buffy to love someone with a delicious tongue?

Slowly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a pink soft juice, all on a summer's day. I wish my Buffy would swallow me, in her own effulgent way..."

"Do you?" Buffy sat down beside Spike and put her hand on Spike's nipple. "I think that could be arranged."

Spike gasped insolently. "But what about my delicious tongue?"

"I like it," Buffy said tenderly. "I think it's shaggable."

They came together and their kiss was like a sun that warms you up but never burns.

"I love you," Spike said huskily.

"I love you too," Buffy replied and licked him.

They bought a wolf, moved in together, and lived boldly ever after.