Drusilla giggled softly as the winds whipped across her bare body. Who ever said don't go out in hurricanes was silly. She turned in the rain and wind as it pummeled her skin and licked her drenched hair. She took a step and her feet squished in the mud. It came up between her toes and covered her feet. She sand in to her ankles and giggled again. She would only stay a bit longer. She had left Spike asleep and he would worry. She opened her mouth and caught the tiny droplets on her pink tongue. Pulling her feet from the slop of mud she snorted and giggled at the gushy sounds it made. Dru smiled to herself and retrieved the bathrobe she had thrown out into the wind. Wrapping the wet fabric around her she hurried into the house.

Muddy footprints and drops of water lead an unbroken path to the stereo system. Drusilla flicked the switch and the CD began.

"I'm stressed but you're freestyle
I'm overworked and I'm under-sexed
I must be made of concrete
I signed my name across your chest

Give out the same old answers?
I trot them out for the relatives
Company tried and tested
I use the ones that I love the best"

Letting the soaking robe drop to the ground she began to sway to the music. Her wet, ivory skin glistened in the light of a candle. It's soft, sweet aroma of bayberries filled the chill, night air.

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Spike rolled over in bed and opened his weary eyes. The empty space in the bed beside him was not comforting. Then he heard the muffled music playing downstairs.

"When did I get perverted
I can't remember your name
I'm growing introverted
you touch my hand but it's not the same

This was so unexpected
Never thought I'd get caught
Play boomerang with your demons
Shoot to kill and you'll pop them off (Bang bang)"

He sighed and sat up in the bed flinging the sheets aside and running a hand through his rumpled hair. He pulled on a pair of boxers and shuffled tiredly down the stairs.

"You should be sleeping my love.
Tell me what you're dreaming of "

Drusilla stood glimmering in the light of a candle. Her eyes were closed gently. Dark lashes resting on exquisite ivory cheekbones. Her full lips moved, whispering along with the song. Her dark hair was damp and matted to the back of her neck and on her shoulders and back. She was drenched and her feet were muddy. He was entranced at her soft swaying movements and took a step towards her. She kept her eyes closed and danced into his arms. The water from her body soaked into his skin and through the black cotton of his boxers. Her hot wet lips moved against his jawbone singing silently to the song.

"A hammering in my head don't stop
In the bullet train from Tokyo to Los Angeles
Leaving you behind
A flash in the pan
A storm in a teacup
A needle in a haystack
A prize for the winning
A dead for the raising
A catch for the chasing
A jewel for the choosing
A man for the making
In this blistering heat
You sweat it all out
Your bedroom eyes and those baby pouts
You sweat it all out
Our electric storms and our shifting sands
The candy jars and our sticky hands
You sweat it all out
sweat it all out"

The dampness between them was building and dripping to the ground as the air became humid and her breath felt like a hot mist over his neck. She ran her tongue over his cheek and jaw as the music built up.

"Don't forget what I wrote you then
Don't forget what I told you then
Don't forget that I meant it when
Don't forget your ventolin

A hammering in my head don't stop
In the bullet train from Tokyo to Los Angeles..."

As the music faded away and their bodies met in a violent collision of passion and desire. The room spun and danced around them. The world fell away from the seams of reality and the blackness was warm and pleasant in the arms of two entangled lovers.

The End