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Aug. 11th, 2005 02:48 pmNo potechi, no martinis: just mischief. Of the best kind. Spike's already grinning when he opens the door to their room.
"Keep your eyes closed, Slim."
It's kind of fun doing it this way. He checks to see that her eyes are closed (and really, it's not all that necessary, but it kind of adds to the whole element of surprise) and guides her to a seat on the bed. "Now hold out your hands."
While her eyes are closed he fishes in his shirt drawer and pulls out the surprise, unwrapping it, and places it in Beth's hands.
"You can look now."
"Keep your eyes closed, Slim."
It's kind of fun doing it this way. He checks to see that her eyes are closed (and really, it's not all that necessary, but it kind of adds to the whole element of surprise) and guides her to a seat on the bed. "Now hold out your hands."
While her eyes are closed he fishes in his shirt drawer and pulls out the surprise, unwrapping it, and places it in Beth's hands.
"You can look now."
