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Boredom and Purple nail polish
by Lilithangel
abchainey@xtra.co.nz
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
"Spike what are you doing?"
"What does it look like?"
"It looks like you’re painting your nails on my antique desk."
"Give the man a prize."
"Spike why are you painting your nails on my desk?"
"Fred couldn’t decide which colour to paint her nails for her date tonight and she ran out of fingers and still had some colours left to try. Volunteered to help didn’t I?"
"But why my desk? Fred has a date?"
"That chap from Special Ops, he’s been mooning around her lab for no reason for days and finally plucked up the courage to ask. Seems the polish fumes were mucking up and experiment so I moved up here."
"What are you doing now?"
"Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Gotta paint my toenails too don’t I?"
"No, not on my desk."
"Chill out Angel you’ll pop a blood vessel."
"Spike you are not to take your boots off in my office and you are definitely not going to put your feet up… Spike!"
"What?"
"What did I just say?"
"Blah blah, no, don’t… you know you really were a lot more fun in the past."
"You mean when I was pulling out every nail on those pretty pink toes of yours while you were strung up above my bed?"
"No when you were sucking on my pretty pink toes while I was tied to your bed. Do you really think my toes are pretty?"
"Of course I do I spent enough time on them didn’t I?"
"Angel what are you doing? Angel put me down."
"Nope, that was a good suggestion."
"The pulling my toenails out suggestion?"
"No the sucking on them while you’re tied to my bed one."
"Okay then but bloody put me down my nails haven’t dried yet."
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