Nice acronym, Mom!

Buffy ,'Showtime'


Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies  

Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.


P.M. Marc - May 02, 2003 10:20:15 pm PDT #3703 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

"I have your birthday present, cara." Her hands are moving, bringing Maria to the brink of life, the edge of death. Something in her, some spark of what, in life, might have been conscience, makes her say, "It will hurt. If you say no to me, I'll understand."

GAH!


deborah grabien - May 02, 2003 10:24:51 pm PDT #3704 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

End...

She's surprised at the pain; normally, she would have opened a vein herself, deft with centuries of practice. The blunt teeth hurt, but she welcomes it; after all, she is about to inflict a different sort of pain, more durable and more damning, on Maria.

The girl looks up, her eyes hazed with desire. There is blood on her teeth, from the blonde woman's mangled wrist. Her companion kisses her, slipping her tongue between those perfect lips, forcing the girl to swallow if she wishes not to choke. Blood and saliva trickle down her throat.

The blonde pushes Maria back into the window seat's soft cushions. She lifts the flouncy skirt above the girl's waist. Quiescent now, sensing there is a greater mystery coming than what she had expected, Maria lets her lover in, stroking, kissing, hands making magic and new mysteries. As the girl bucks beneath her, the blonde slides quickly and puts her teeth together in the violet-scented throat.

As she feels the life drain out, she holds the girl, willing her not to be afraid, comforting her, wanting her to know what she has gained. First there is coming to life, then there is life, then there is the little death, then the full death. In the trees up the mountain, the cinghiale piglet is being devoured in the raptor's nest. It has gone full circle.

Maria will be reborn.


P.M. Marc - May 02, 2003 10:30:15 pm PDT #3705 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Gahgahgah.


deborah grabien - May 02, 2003 10:33:18 pm PDT #3706 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

(concerned)

You ok there, Plei?


P.M. Marc - May 02, 2003 10:57:15 pm PDT #3707 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Yerp! (Rewriting some stuff, annoyed that I have to pause for such trivial things as "eating")


deborah grabien - May 02, 2003 11:08:48 pm PDT #3708 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

It sounded as if you were choking....

Good on the writing and the OK.


Beverly - May 02, 2003 11:52:28 pm PDT #3709 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Sigh. You write Darla so well, Deb. Little warm in here.


deborah grabien - May 02, 2003 11:53:25 pm PDT #3710 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

I see Darla as a sexual omnivore....


Beverly - May 02, 2003 11:54:03 pm PDT #3711 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

And now, so do we.


deborah grabien - May 02, 2003 11:59:26 pm PDT #3712 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Heh. I'm actually thinking of using this as the pornathology entry, since the first one turned into a completely non-erotic horror story. This one wouild work rather nicely though; Darla's name isn't even mentioned. And it's reasonably erotic.