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green with envy.

JEALOUSY

Everyone feels jealous at one point or another, whether it's justified or not. What's important is how we deal with it... do we discuss it, fight about it, or plan epic revenge to carry out?

- Post with your character's name/series in the subject as well as any preferences.

- Others go to RNG and roll from 1-10, then respond!

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1 → wandering eye.

You think your lover has been looking at other's a little too often or flirting too much in your company. You can't keep quiet any longer about it.

2 → simple life

Your friend, family, or lover has always had it so much easier and you can't help but feel a little put off.

3 → don't you forget about me

Your friend or lover has found someone new they want to spend almost all their time with and you can't help but feel a little cheated.

4 → cheated

Forget just a sneaking suspicion. You've caught your lover in the act of cheating and it's driving you nuts. You have to confront them about it.

5 → for the glory

You did all the work, or at least you feel like you did, so why do they always get all the praise?

6 → moved on

You broke up or had a falling out with someone close to you and it's killing you to see how they've seemed to let go and you're stuck standing in place.

7 → because i want you

You're jealous of any attention they get because you're secretly in love with them. Time to make it known!

8 → always the favourite

Everyone always praises them or they were clearly the favourite child or just more popular with friends. You can't help but hate it.

9 → more experience

they're more experienced, either in the bedroom or in the office. Any activity, they outshine you. Who wouldn't feel a little inferior?

10 → your choice!

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[Hardly an invitation she can refuse. He smiles at her and takes her hand.] Yeah. I'd like that. [He squeezes her hand lightly, and looks up towards the house.] Anyone even home?

Guess we'll find out. [ She says it apprehensively, tugging her hand out of his as subtly as she can and excusing it by bringing a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. She doesn't want them to know he's here if they are, too. She takes the first few steps backwards, then turns and heads up the steps, her gait shaky. She pushed open the door. ]

Dawn? [ She called it in a raised voice through the house, not stepping inside of it yet, though. It was a threshold. A point of no return. If she let him in now, she wouldn't be able to get him out. Not ever. ] Will? Anybody home?

[No response. Maybe Xander and Anya are babysitting... both of them. After a few moments of silence, Spike steps forward, hand on her back.] Sounds like we've got the place to ourselves.

[ Empty house. Why is she surprised? House is always empty. Everyone she knows lives there, and yet ... Never actually there. Not that she's one to talk. She glances up over her shoulder at him, hesitating, then pushes the door open the rest of the way, takes a deep breath and steps inside. ]

Sounds like. [ She suddenly feels exposed. Vulnerable. In ways she didn't usually have to, because it was Spike giving of himself and her taking and taking and taking. She forces herself to let go of the doorknob. ]

[He steps in behind her and kisses her shoulder. No one's passing by. He'd be able to hear them. But it still excites him that with the door open, anyone could potentially see them, see what she lets him do. In Buffy's house even. It's almost like having a relationship that isn't kept secret.] Should we go to your room?

[ She doesn't stop him. Just lets her eyes slide shut and her breath ease out of her body. The moment passes and her eyes blink back open, though, and she turns to shut the door behind them, hesitating with her fingers resting against it. Then, she turns to him and nods. ]

You're actually asking? [ She shouldn't call him out on it, but she can't help it. With some of the crap he's pulled ... But, this is different. This is her coming to him for something different than what she had before. This isn't self-destruction. It's solace. She gulps and nods. ] Y-Yeah. [ She leans her back against the door, eyeing him carefully, then reaches out to tug at his lapel, drawing him nearer. ] That was the idea.

[He lets her pull him forward, leaning his weight against her. He knows she can take it. She's strong.

He kisses her, pushing through the hesitation and excitement of kissing her in her own house. Like normal couples do. Like he's not someone she's ashamed of.

He doesn't let it last long. He wants to go to her bedroom. He wants to make sweet love to her all night and show her that he thinks she's wonderful, that no matter what happened with Angel, Spike still loves her, and that nothing can change that. Maybe she'll even start returning a bit of affection. It could happen.

He pulls back, still holding onto her hips and starts backing towards the stairs, smiling at her.]

[ The kiss steals her breath, and her knees knock together. She indulges completely, lips moving slowly, carefully over his, as her grip on his jacket tightens, trying to hold onto him. She's left wanting when he pulls back, because any time spent not touching him is time that her mind can drift to other things instead of the pleasant hum beneath her skin.

So, she disregards the smile and pursues, leaning up and pushing another kiss onto him, knocking him back against the banister of the staircase as she slides her arms around his neck and pulls herself up. She's light, he's strong, he can take it. She curls her legs around his hips, her teeth and lips assailing his mouth.

This is what she needs. Physical affection, constant and passionate, to drown herself in. ]

[He can give her that, at least. He lets out a low groan, deep in his throat, and brings his hands up under her ass to support her. He kisses her back as he starts slowly up the stairs. It's not as easy as it could be with all the distraction and extra weight, but he makes it. He doesn't manage to make it quite to her bedroom, though. Instead he pushes her up against the door so he can focus more on kissing her and less on moving for a moment. He loves how desperate she is. It's almost half as desperate as he feels.]

[ She cries out, a quasi-gasp, as her back hits the door, and it makes her briefly break the kiss, breathing heavy and leaning back against the door. Her eyes open, and she observes him, considering for a moment, then she lowers one hand from around his neck to the doorknob, turning it and leaning against the door to budge it open, the shift of her weight urging Spike to step forward and bring her inside.

There's intensity in that look. Dark, tumultuous, but more than anything, lost and helpless. Her eyes convey a need that can't find words until she loses herself in him again, haphazardly crushing her lips to his. She doesn't want to be here. She doesn't want to be her. ]

[He all but falls into the room, though he does manage to make it to the bed. Then he really does fall, pulling her down on top of himself without breaking contact. He runs his hands over her back and through her hair, trying to comfort her without breaking the kiss. He doesn't always know how to give her what she needs, whatever it may be, but he can damn well try.]

[ Her bed. Her sheets. Her New Kidz on the Block poster. Her Spike. She broke away to straighten up on top of him, her hands brushing down over his chest. She pushed his coat, trying to urge him to sit up so she could get it and that stupid blouse off his shoulders. Less clothes. Definitely needing less clothes. ]

For a guy who doesn't get cold, you sure wear a lot. [ Her hands slip down his chest to get under his t-shirt. ] Makes it kinda tough for a girl who wants to get underneath. [ She scrapes her nails over his abdomen lightly, a pleasant, playful reminder of the more violent scratches she'd given him before. ]

[He pushes himself up and lets her push his coat and... can't we use a manlier word than blouse? Whatever. He pulls them both off his arms the rest of the way and slides his hands up under her shirt as well.] You're one to talk. [He runs his thumbs along her ribs and up between her breasts, then pushes in for another kiss.]

[ Fine. Button-up. Button-up that has since been discarded. Or, well, shoved off him and caught beneath him on the bed. Whatever. She shuts her eyes and eases out a breath as his touch ghosts over her ribs beneath her shirt, light and teasing. A gratified noise rumbles in her throat.

Her eyes open back up promptly and she pulls him up to her and into the kiss, which is growing steadily more comfortable. She's here with him, now. Fully. Not leaving some part of her back in L.A. with Angel. She rolls her hips against his and lowers her hands to grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it up demandingly as she tugs at his lower lip with her teeth, drawing out of the kiss. Her breath is uneven. ]

There aren't a lot of girls who want to get underneath mine. [ Now is an excellent time to tease him with semantics, surely. ]

[Oooh, Buffy naked with some other girl. Spike imagines it for a moment, lifting his arms to let her pull off his shirt. He gets as far as some girl touching his Buffy (she'd never let him call her his out loud) and he's pulling her into a hard and possessive kiss. He slows and softens the kiss after a moment, though. They're being nice and he doesn't want to ruin it.

He pulls back a little, slowly pushing her shirt up, trying to get it off.] Well, there's one guy who wants to. [He pokes his tongue out of his mouth.] And I'd make it more than worth your while...

[ The shirt gets throw to the side as he catches her in a kiss, and she easily sinks into it, allowing him to overtake her with that possessiveness. Despite the surprising roughness of it, she enjoys it. Basks, even. He wants her. He wants her so badly that she can feel it in his kiss, and that's reassuring a part of her that was hurt by Angel.

She strokes her hand over the side of his face as the kiss grows softer, and then she draws back to lift her arms so he can get her shirt off as well. She rests her hands on his shoulders once it's gone, staring him in the eyes. ]

I did notice a distinct lack of disappointment going on. [ It's almost a compliment of his prowess. Almost. She leans forward to nip at his lower lip, and then it melts into an actual kiss, and she presses her bare chest against his, just trying to feel him. ]

[...That may be the nicest thing she's ever said to him.

He holds her tightly as they kiss, running his hands over her back. He did promise to make it worth her while, after all, and for the moment, at least, that means touching as much skin as possible.

He isn't content with just her back for long, though. His hands slip down into her pants and squeeze her ass lightly, pulling her in closer as he pushes up against her, letting her feel how hard he is through his trousers.]

[ There's a quiet whine, low in her throat, when she feels him respond beneath her, and she grinds herself down against him with earnestness, her fingers digging into the skin of his back.

She doesn't stop kissing him. She can't bring herself to, because everything else has managed to just fall away. The friction between their bodies, and the resulting roughness of her soaked, cotton underwear rubbing against her, makes the kiss grow a little more hurried, a little more desperate.

With no small amount of willpower, she forces her hands down away from his shoulders, down between them to the front of his pants. Buffy eases them open, her hands slipping inside to palm his erection, eager to feel the tangible proof of what she does to him. ]

[That proof's only getting more tangible under her touch. He lets out a rough moan, trying to keep himself from tearing her underwear off and going back into rough sex mode. They're in her bed. It's finally something nice and pleasant and he can't fuck that up.

But that doesn't mean he can't speed things up a little. As nice as the kissing is, he wants to get to the main event. He breaks away reluctantly, hands still holding her close, and looks up at her, eyes glinting.]

Come on, pet. Want a better view?

Want more than that. [ She responds promptly, nipping at his lower lip and tugging her hands out of his pants so that she can disentangle herself from him. She steps off the bed, tugging off her boots and then slipping out of her pants so that she just stands before him in her panties. She leans against the bed and hooks her fingers through his belt loops, tugging. ] Come on, pet. [ She parroted, eyebrows raising in a silent, catty challenge. ] Let's see.

[He raises his hips so she can pull his trousers down, then helps her along the way, pulling and kicking until he's completely free of them. Then he looks up at her, running his hand lightly up and down his cock, legs splayed to give her a better view.]

Like it? [It's a rhetorical question. She's already shown plenty of appreciation for his prick. Doesn't stop him from wanting to hear it.]

[ She throws his boots off with the pants and then slides her hands up his thighs slowly once the clothes are discarded. ] Not bad. [ Her hand meets his and takes over pumping his erection in slow, steady motions, thumb brushing over the head on each up-stroke. ]

But you know what I like even more than watching? Playing. [ But, they weren't playing. This wasn't like the other times. She was letting him in. Not just inside her cunt, but inside of her. Inside her home. Inside her life. She tried not to think about how bad it would be from here on out as she crawled back up into his lap, straddling his mid-thighs. ] Or, do I have to put a quarter in to ride?

Ride away, love. [It comes out breathlessly, and he rests his hands on her legs, watching her hand's movement. He looks up her body until he finally makes it to her face.] Whatever you want to do, I'm yours for the taking. [She's got a willing slave.]

[ She tries not to deflate a little at that. Being the aggressor happens naturally for her, but realizing she's doing the pursuing and he's just letting her gives her pause. She meets his gaze, her expression a little stubborn. ]

Because you love me. [ She lightly squeezes the grip on his cock. ] This is because you love me.

Yeah. [Oh right, she actually wants his love tonight. It's so unusual that it's hard to remember it's okay to love her for once. He cups her face in his hand, meeting her gaze steadily.] Because I love you. Always.

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