By Barb C
Author's Notes: Barbverse. I kid because I love - congratulations, Mr. Marsters. *g*
"May-December! Where does Aunt Darlene get off?" Buffy scowled, whipping the chains around the bedpost. "She barely knows us! So there's an age difference! Who cares if I'm twenty-six and you're a hundred and fifty-five?"
Spike made a muffled but fervent noise of agreement.
"OK, fine, we should have broken the vampire thing to her sooner - is that collar too tight?" Buffy straddled his hips, surveying his sleek, muscular torso with satisfaction. Yum. "But I'm a grown woman." She tapped his chest with the handle of her riding crop. "And there are no weird power dynamics in this relationship!"