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

Damn. I'm rather horrifically enjoying the "never normally write this pairing" challenge.

Realisation

He wanted to do this before. Now? He's going to.

Sod the chip. If those bodgers in the Initiative hadn't mucked up his skull, he'd have done this already.

Tonight, knowing her roommate is out, he walks straight into the dorm. He's been invited before; there's nothing to keep him out.

He pushes her against the pillows, dragging her knickers down around her knees, dropping his own trousers. He takes her hard, and waits for the pain in his head to kick in.

It never does.

And he looks into Willow's pleasure-glazed eyes, and understands: she's wanted this, all along.