SA and I miss each other, so we've decided to randomly write sex and send it through email.
Damn, Plei. *I* miss you, too! And I even made it public knowledge in your LJ.
Yes, that was a shameless hint.
Buffy ,'Beneath You'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
SA and I miss each other, so we've decided to randomly write sex and send it through email.
Damn, Plei. *I* miss you, too! And I even made it public knowledge in your LJ.
Yes, that was a shameless hint.
More from the "we miss writing to each other!" sessions.
A wee drabble.
Afterthoughts.
She slides like sin into the corners of his mind whenever he lets his guard down. A postcard from Tuscany, a letter from Rome, the girlish roundness of the words reminding him what being human felt like, just another memory he carries alone.
Sometimes, the memories mingle: the smell of formula and the taste of ice cream, Buffy's little gasps and whimpers, Connor's hungry wails. All the things he had and couldn't hold onto.
Connor pulled a 3.9 this quarter. Buffy's discovered the joys of hazelnut gelato and Italian men.
Angel wishes he didn't know they're better off without him.
Oh, damn it, Plei.
Gah!
Wow, Plei.
Thankee.
And DAMN, that was hard to do in 100 words.
I love the drabble form beyond all sense or reason.
And it sure as hell didn't read hard, you.
I had to get rid of a whopping 8 words. It's tighter this way, but I loved those 8 words.
Now I'm curious about the eight words.
They were scattered throughout, so it's hard to pin them down.