There's a stranger in my bed (Spike)
The crone stretched slowly, groaning a little as she felt the twinges of soreness from a very good night. She made a soft moan as she curled up tighter to the body beside her. She bit softly into the skin near her lips, nails lightly raked at the skin beneath her fingers. Her legs wrapped about the body beside her. She did always like waking up to wonderful bodies beside her. Wonderful and useful bodies.

"Wake up, love." She might have run the ring over the skin, just a little painful tease. She did like the idea that he would let her hurt him, even a small pain, so easily. She bit softly again. "So, did the boy make it through?"

The crone didn't remember her Viking returning to their bed, and there was a strange feeling inside. She sat up quickly to look at the body beside her.

"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my bed?" The power was already growing for an attack.