Because I obey the fair Deb's every command, here be Drabbles for the 'Lessons' challenge.

Falling

Her death was inevitable, and he has never had any illusions about that. He has been preparing for this job since before his voice broke, and when he turned his back on the British Museum he knew that he would die abroad or be bereaved. It is the way of things.

She was not at all what he expected. Irreverent. Loving. Lethal. Undaunted. Full of laughter. Full of life.

Despite all logic, he expected her to win.

Rupert Giles finds that some lessons cannot be learnt from diaries or other men's mouths.

His heart shatters when she hits the ground.

Seeing Red

Willow used to be shy, but she's learning that the rules don't apply to her.

"Don't play with magic." But she's better than Giles, better than Jenny. She's smart enough. Powerful. Getting better all the time.

"We don't mess with life and death." Dawn couldn't, shouldn't; but Willow can. Does.

Power like champagne in her veins.

"You're using too much magic."

Willow knows better.

...it all comes apart. She's learnt the wrong lesson. Unlearning hurts.

...

...

"Can you just be kissing me now?"

Second chance.

Blood blossoms on Tara's shirt.

The world stops.

Willow is outside the rules.

Damn, they're good. They're soooooooo good...

Pshaw. You're very good for my ego, love. You know how much I like your drabbles.

On a wholly different note, can I just say aaaaaaaargh wrt stories? Am writing a big-ass sequel to my Harry Potter story, and it's going to take forever because I've not been concentrating on it enough even though I've had the time - I've been ReaderGal rather than WriterGal, but I have so little chance to do either, during term time...anyway, my characters seem to be DETERMINED to do something I absolutely hadn't foreseen, which is fabulous of them, I'm rather shocked, but that's a good thing...only it's going to cause SO much misery. I don't know where it's going to take everything, I really don't, but I rather fear that at least one relationship is going to be wrecked. Sigh.

Oh, dear. Well - give them their heads and let them run. You can always rein them in if you need to later....

I'm pretty much standing over them shaking my finger and saying 'WTF? Are you crazy? How can good come of this?' whilst suspecting that this is exactly what they'd do. Stupid teenagers.

You know, I want them to be happy, and to Do The Right Thing. I really do. But they're showing this horrible inclination to just fuck things up in the messiest way possible. I'm trying to think of how I can fix it for them, and then thinking 'but now I'm just colluding with them to try to dig them out of their own mess, and that's making it fake. Shit happens. People screw up. Damn.'

...which really isn't something I could explain to most people in my life, with the whole 'it all being made up' thing.

You may not have much of a choice on this one, kiddo. The problem with the "I will control it! ALL of it!" method of writing is that, when it's wrong?

It's reeeeeeeeally wrong.

See, I like that they decided to do this unexpected thing that I didnt see coming, this Big Deal Mess With My Plans thing. But I'm still reeling.

missed cut-off time for Open on Sunday Drabble. Bugger. Here we are anyway: Lessons Challenge.

Chosen

Sometimes they wake up fucking, gasping: thighs between thighs; breath coming in gasps; eager fingers learning wet flesh; nipples painfully hard, raw from biting; neither of them knowing or caring who began.

Her mouth between Buffy's legs is a form of worship, her deft tongue diving in a wet point to wring helpless cries from Buffy's mouth.

Buffy always tried to teach her about caution, and duty, and restraint; Faith always tried to teach Buffy about risks, and pleasure, and claiming what is yours.

Want. Take. Have.

All along she has been offering herself. Want me. Take me. Have me.

I think my monitor just melted....