He looked down at his handiwork and smirked, pleased with the potential consequences of his newly-discovered freedom from the restraints of the chip. The pattern on the crisp white linen pleased him - red droplets circling a heart-shaped centre-piece.

Now for some music to go with the mood. Spike rifled through his albums long-depleted of his favourite tracks sniffing with disgust.

Nothing suitable. Thanks Harmony!

“Have to go bigger with the decoratin’ then,” he muttered softly tossing more rose petals on the bed. “Can’t expect a girl like Buffy to fall for the ol’ seduction routine without the proper preparation.”

December 2nd 2006