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nephirI've not written that much, and almost all of it's actually in the Harry Potter fandom, but I've been having a blast drabbling for others.
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darkhavens
The first ring was a bracelet of bruises; a circlet of purples and greens that lingered for days.
The second one was a chain of bite marks that circled his neck.
But it was the third one he liked the best he would say when asked. The third one that illustrated just how much he loved Angel and what he was willing to go through for him.
Wes's fingers trailed over the Prince Albert that chained him to the bed and waited for his lover to come home.
This one was forkyrieane
He always knew fate would turn around and bite him in the ass.
How else was it that he ended up here of all places, tied so that he was on his stomach in Spike's bed.
Cool hands stroked along his backbone, touching so lightly as to be almost tickling. Each pass caused his skin to tingle and twitch as heat bloomed deep in his groin.
But as hard as he begged, the hands would not go where he wanted them to go.
Fate certainly was a fickle bitch he thought to himself as he was finally impaled on Spike's cool erection.
He had waited for this forever it seemed.
I was less happy with this one formargarks but still, it was fun to do
Xander was drumming his fingers on the table nervously, shooting a shaky grin around the room.
Willow was sitting on the couch with Tara, their heads leaning towards each other as they looked over one of the books that Giles had handed out when they'd arrived.
Buffy was distractedly playing with her hair as she read from the book in front of her. He watched as she twirled the hair round and round her finger, never once taking her eyes from the book.
He was sure that Giles had retreated to the kitchen to brew tea or some other equally British thing while the Scoobies researched looking for information on a purple and orange polka dotted deamon that had been seen earlier that day.
His knee jiggled faster and faster as he waited for the final member of their intrepid little band to arrive. He was worried about Spike, not that he'd ever admit it if asked, but the bleached blond had been looking far more pale than normal the past few times Xander had seen him.
Damn -- I know there was one more, but blast if I can find it.... sigh.
This one was for
darkhavens The first ring was a bracelet of bruises; a circlet of purples and greens that lingered for days.
The second one was a chain of bite marks that circled his neck.
But it was the third one he liked the best he would say when asked. The third one that illustrated just how much he loved Angel and what he was willing to go through for him.
Wes's fingers trailed over the Prince Albert that chained him to the bed and waited for his lover to come home.
This one was for
kyrieane He always knew fate would turn around and bite him in the ass.
How else was it that he ended up here of all places, tied so that he was on his stomach in Spike's bed.
Cool hands stroked along his backbone, touching so lightly as to be almost tickling. Each pass caused his skin to tingle and twitch as heat bloomed deep in his groin.
But as hard as he begged, the hands would not go where he wanted them to go.
Fate certainly was a fickle bitch he thought to himself as he was finally impaled on Spike's cool erection.
He had waited for this forever it seemed.
I was less happy with this one for
margarks but still, it was fun to do Xander was drumming his fingers on the table nervously, shooting a shaky grin around the room.
Willow was sitting on the couch with Tara, their heads leaning towards each other as they looked over one of the books that Giles had handed out when they'd arrived.
Buffy was distractedly playing with her hair as she read from the book in front of her. He watched as she twirled the hair round and round her finger, never once taking her eyes from the book.
He was sure that Giles had retreated to the kitchen to brew tea or some other equally British thing while the Scoobies researched looking for information on a purple and orange polka dotted deamon that had been seen earlier that day.
His knee jiggled faster and faster as he waited for the final member of their intrepid little band to arrive. He was worried about Spike, not that he'd ever admit it if asked, but the bleached blond had been looking far more pale than normal the past few times Xander had seen him.
Damn -- I know there was one more, but blast if I can find it.... sigh.