Now, in other ficcish news, I need the last name of a famous lawyer (fictional or real), that is recognizeable as such, but not so much so that people will say "Hey, that's the last name of a famous lawyer!"

Cochran. Bailey, or are they too famous?

Spence, (I already used Ms. Allred.) Heh. Somehow, I think that's funny. Angel: Yeah, you know. Cursed soul, forbidden moment of perfect happiness.
Kay(not looking up): If I had a dollar for every guy who told me that.

This week's drabble challenge was "pairings or characters you would normally never write."

Here's two.

To Mask Pain (Buffy/Tara)

I'm not sure how it happened, even though I do know why it happened.

I found her crying in her mother's kitchen. Iconoclasm's horrible, watching someone you think is unbreakable, cracking like cheap crockery. Joyce was upstairs, mumbling to herself, and Buffy was sobbing, her face awash in pain. I saw fear there. She understood: Joyce was going to die.

I touched her, tentative at first, wanting to help - because, well, the Slayer. We ended up there on the floor, locked lip and hip, passion born of fear, to push her terrors away.

I wonder if Willow would understand.

Ripe (Dawn/Andrew)

I'm hosed.

I've always a good idea about losing my viriginity, especially since I found out how Buffy lost hers. No big deal, no complications, no losing the soul, no world ending, no having to kill him later. Just a hot guy, a few nerves, fun. More like Faith than my sister, except without Faith's "use 'em-lose 'em" thing.

So how I managed to drink my first tequila shots ever and wind up on the bathroom floor with Andrew, biting back squeaks and praying none of the Potentials needed to pee, I don't know.

I don't think Buffy would understand.

I think those are good.

They're generating more comment than usual, for me. Huh.

I wanted to do one with Anya, regarding solace, but I'm damned if I can think of a situation weirder than her having sex with Spike.

There's a challenge Am found in lj with porny 9-word telegrams.(and somehow Munch is so the man for that job) The challenge is at [link] My entry is:

Munch to Kay(After The Movie)
Last night was great. STOP. Don't ever cut your hair. Kay to Munchkin: Well, now you know. STOP.I'm a natural redhead.

Nine-word porny telegrams?

Oh my. Must think about that one.

Probably wasted on the hostess being she's a Potter slasher and that would be a difficult cross-pollination.

Lilah: YOU TOOK MY HEAD STOP GIVE IT BACK STOP

Wesley: YOU GIVE WHOLE NEW MEANING TO WORD "HEAD" STOP