Damn, I finally get writing on the next part of All You Need is Blood and have to stop. Spike decided to be all sexy - not that he has to try - and wants to get on with the smut; which means that I can't write any more at work. (I'll read smut at work, I'll write at work, but I just can't bring myself to write smut at work.) I shouldn't complain too much, I wrote four pages during my lunch hour. I was in the groove though, and have to pull myself out, hoping I can get back into it when I get home. Guess I'll just have to write it in my head first.
Damn you Spike with your nakedness, playfullness and husky voice!