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Secret Hunger
by Scribe
*munchmunchmunch*
"A-ha!"
*Ack!* "Dammit, Spike, don't do that!"
"Well, don't hide in the' dark, an' ya won't have to worry about someone sneakin' up on ya. Hand it over."
"I don't know what you mean."
"The chocolate, mate. Not very friendly like, hiding to eat it."
"I don't have any."
"Don't give me that."
"Prove it."
"All right. I heard you."
"You heard me eating chocolate?"
"Sodding vampire, all right? Preternatural senses, and all that. Then..." *sniffff*
"Hey! Get your nose off my neck! The fangs are too damn close to significant areas. That's not where the scent would be, anyway."
*shrug* "You smell like chocolate all the time."
*blink* "I do?"
"Yeah."
"You noticed?"
"Too right. Then there's the final bit of evidence."
"Which is?"
"Taste."
*mpfh* "Spike! What the hell--?" *mmmphf* "You did it again! With tongue!"
"Mmm, yeah. An' you not only had chocolate, you had special dark chocolate. How very exotic of you, Harris. Come here."
"No! I... I mean..." *mmmmmm* "There's a bolt on the door."
*click* "Yeah, and later we're gonna discuss just why you hid in here, in the dark, knowing I was in the house, and didn't throw it."
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