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Andrea Rojas loves shopping and breaking faces in. ([info]avengingwarrior) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2010-03-09 20:29:00

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Entry tags:andrea rojas, spike

WHO: Andrea and Spike
WHAT: He bothers her. What you think the sex would change that? Pfft!
WHEN: Forward dated just a bit to after midnight, so, Oct 10, 2009.
WHERE: Her bed room. Mind out of the gutter!
Ratings: PG-13 -- R?
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete

Andrea didn't really get many slow nights. But when she did? She couldn't help but to enjoy them. She had come in just after midnight tonight, as opposed to her typical three a.m. of patroling Lawrence for criminals. With nothing to do for some time now, and sleep not being an option she considered, she pulled out her many 'stay in' stuff. Opting out of reading for tonight, she selected a playlist on the music library on her computer and soon her apartment was filled with the soft violins de Música ranchera and the compelling guitars of marachi music. As a people, she might be grately biased, however, she believed that the Latin Americans had the best songs about love. And as much as she loved Latin Pop, she was ever one to have a soft spot for the traditional music genres; at least when it came to that part of her culture.

Despite all complete and utter denial to anyone who would ask, she had quite the romantic heart. If it hadn't been the music, then it would have been a romance novel. Yes, she knew what they said about romance novels and brain rotting. However, she was rather sure that her brain was as stubborn as the rest of her and would resist rotting. Besides. Everyone had a guilty pleasure. All of this? Was just the lighter side of her list of Andrea's Secrets: Not for Wholesale.

Humming softly along to the sexy as hell actors who had played the Tres Hermanos Reyes in a novela she had enjoyed, she padded barefoot to her dresser and selecting a purple nailpolish, before going to her kitchen and grabbing three small bags of Sour Cream and Cheddar.

Oh, yeah. This was going to be such a thrilling night. Not by most-okay, not by any-definition; nevertheless, she was planning on very much enjoying this night in.

Sitting back on her bed, she opened one of the bags, popped a few of the chips into her mouth and started on one of her big toes.

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[info]blondie_bear
2010-03-29 06:30 am UTC (link)
"It's wild enough for a gal like you," Spike retorted with a snort. "Fuck, I was expecting to pull out a huge leather drape. No style. No nothin'. Just something you throw around those sexy shoulders of yours and go paradin' about the streets in like some sort of cape wearing maniac." Spike carried the costume over to her bed and lifted it upward, examining it for a moment. "Gotta say, Rojas, this ain't too shabby. Now..." He tossed it at her. Hey, she said that she wanted him to make her try on the costume. Who was to say that throwing at her and demanding that she do so wouldn't be a terrible place to start? "Why don't you take those clothes off for me and slip that there Angel of Vengeance, vigilante extraordinaire costume on, eh? C'mon." Spike didn't let it go just there, of course. He wouldn't exactly have been Spike if he didn't make sure to add: "Or, if it's too much trouble, I could take those clothes off for you." He raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Wouldn't be any trouble at all over here. I like being helpful." Helpful, yeah. That was it.

He wasn't exactly going to rip those clothes of hers off without her permission. Spike had seen the bad side of one trying to do that before ended up being like - after all, he had tried to rape Buffy. Him. The him that was evil. Not the him that was here and now. Spike wouldn't do that. He might have been slightly out of his mind and a total jackass, but he wasn't about to rape anyone. That shit was fucked up and it was something he never planned on being part of again, evil or not. Not that evil excused his actions - he refused to let it do so - but Spike was officially a changed man. And when Andrea suggested that he make her put on the costume, he had other more reasonable methods in mind. Like the power of persuasion.

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[info]avengingwarrior
2010-03-30 02:46 pm UTC (link)
She probably should have been insulted and maybe in another situation she would have been, just a tiny bit, but now she just laughed. Cape wearing maniac? Right. He was far off the mark. As much as he had been with the leotard approval. Yeah. Because that would happen when ... actually, Andrea really wouldn't have put it past the seals to have pigs flying the next morning. Best to just say that it would never happen. No capes. No leotards. No spandex. No tights. No ugly neon colors. Not now. Not ever. Not for her. No siree bob.

She leaned forward, her chin between her palms, fingers curling against her cheeks when he finished speaking. "Is it that hard to admit that you don't know what kind of gal that I am? That you don't have me all figured out? Come on say it. Come on. You know you wanna. It's alright Dr. Spike I won't mock. Much." Straightening, she looked at her outfit, trailing her fingers lightly on her coat. "Of course it isn't shabby. I picked it. Despite whatever plain jane image you have me in that over-imaginative brain of yours, I do have style."

"Nope. The plan was for you to attempt to get that on me. No backing down now, Sparky. Or -" Andrea cut herself off, she was about to taunt him when an idea came into her head. She paused to consider it. Smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Okay. New plan." Standing up, she pulled the outfit up and held it up in front of her. "We're going to play a little game. You're going to take a guess. About me. Before you say anything about ego, it wouldn't be fair to play a guessing game about you, because I'm not the one prancing about thinking I've got you all figured out. And plus. I like to win." She said with a small shrug. "Everytime you guess something correctly about me. I'll take an item of clothing off and put on something of the costume. Everytime you guess something wrong. You have to take an item of clothing off." The smug smirk grew. Andrea expected that she'd be half to mostly naked by the end of this. However, she expected that she'd get a fully naked Spike before that happened. And she was more than okay with that. "Are you interested?"

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