Plei, the first one was fun and the second one was more disturbing than I was ready for. Very shivery making.

Erika, man, that's just amazing, beyond amazing.

Thanks. Honestly, I wondered as I was typing it whether the utility belt bit was going too far, but it got a laugh so...I just wouldn't want anybody to think I'm pulling a Tim Watley(comedian on Seinfeld who converted to make Jewish jokes)

This is an interesting Spike/Buffy smutfic...

WindSparrow "Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers" Jan 2, 2004 9:13:56 pm PST

Or a link to one, anyway...

It's true...Pretty hot.

I'm a very bad man. So bad, I'm linking to it, even though it's PG.

Mutating Paradigms and Other Shifts in Reality

It's, umm.

kinda B/G

I've got a certain weakness for B/G. I'm probably going to Electra Complex Special Hell. It's not an OTP or anything, though.

"We would have gotten a utility belt guy." But that's neither here nor there. I'm just trying to explain why I enjoy climbing from rooftop to rooftop, even when, strictly speaking, there's no need for it. The Princess hates when I do it, claims it attracts too much attention, blah, blah, blah. She doesn't know what my new agility means to me The honeymoon has gone on long enough that I no longer pay attention to every syllable out of her perfectly shaped mouth, gifted though that organ is. Sometimes, I like my time alone. Better that than mediating between the Princess and Dru. Some of their smallest beefs still go back fifty years And did I mention the claws? -more-

This time of night, the streets are mine. Mine and some poor detective's. But this time, I'm not the one mainlining bad coffee and cursing my superiors' parentage.
I pass cautiously by the Hyperion Hotel. I've heard a lot of rumors about the place, but I don't know what to believe, and it turns out the undead are just as full of shit as everyone else, which kind of disappoints me. I hoped for truth-divining powers, at least. A flash of something catches me attention with my nifty new peripheral vision, and I tell myself I'm looking for a bite, though I'll be tasting that claims adjuster's thin blood for hours. The truth is I was born a nosy bastard and I'll un-die one too.

I swoop down on the rooftop, a little more dramatically than necessary, I admit. I was stunned to find none other than Detective Howard, holding herself against the tiny, imagined, nip in the air(It is kind of cold for California, though. And she's dressed funny, a big sloppy shirt on top, dress pants, and tennis shoes, no socks. From this outfit I can see two things.Either she is really cold or this is a pleasant surprise. And she's got no pockets. Which I guess is only important in view of the next part of our conversation.

"Kay," I say, speechless for once.
"Don't come any closer. I've got a stake and I know how to use it, huh?"

Ericaj: It's true...Pretty hot.

Thank you.