Fay, I just printed out 50 pages of "Invisible to See."

I hope it doesn't disappoint, or I may have to take back those porny comments.

...

Just kidding. I'd never do that.

ETA: 20 pages in, it's kind of kicking ass.

ETAA: Fuck. 50 pages in, I'm addicted. Damn it. I'm not going to sleep because of you, you fantastic British fic seductress lady. (of COURSE I mean porn.)

ETAAA: I'm low on black ink, now. You foul temptress. Hmmph. Back to bed, with 62 more pages in hand!

Heh. I love it when a pair of hot fictional characters plan comes together.

A drabble, finally, for Erika: post-Oz, pre-Tara. 100 words exactly, excluding title.

Discovery

The dorms echo, loud, unsettling, filled with jocks who remind her of high school and worse. His apartment soothes, tranquil, tweedy, tea and biscuits and room on his couch to sprawl with a book, to let her mind sink into confident studiousness without the couples smooching and talking about saccharine trivia. With Oz gone, no more smoochies for her. But here, in the silence of his kindly British reserve, it doesn't matter.

Until he starts playing that damned guitar, and the schoolgirl crush becomes a too-familiar throbbing, an emptiness she knows how to fill now, no longer innocent but hungry.

Oh, Karl, that's lovely.

::claps::

Finished it. Am more convinced than ever that someday Fay and I will live happily ever after, and I will support her so that she can do nothing but write fic for me all the time.

She'd have to write some more Hermione/Ginny, though. I crave more femslash in my life.

Karl, that's a very nice drabble. I like.

That's right. You owed me porn...I'd kind of forgotten, although it strikes me that is one situation where you'd be happy as hell to see the collection agent. Or get the phone calls.Thank you. It's great.

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Thank you! Yay! Delighted you enjoyed it, pet - and I'm sure there will be more hot girl-on-girl action before too long. 'Cause - hot.

Yeah, just that one little short you wrote was sizzling enough to convince my literotica-addicted friend that fanfic is an excellent place to look for more hotness. The next day, she cried to me about the lack of good femslash in the fandoms she has any interest in (which does not, for the record, include Buffy, but does include HP.)

Karl got me thinking...even though I'm breaking a promise by doing this, so it is Bad and Wrong. It's a Willow ficlet, sort of innocently 'shippy on a few levels.

“Do you want to be punished?”

Yes and no. She feared that one day he would take the lid off that contained British temperament of his, but she hoped for it, too. Not the same way she had when they researched in high school and she took occasional guilty pleasure in his chastisement of Buffy and Xander because it showed she was the only one who *understood*.

She loved Miss Calendar because she wanted to be Miss Calendar. She was *so* lucky. Nice place, nice car, great powers, and Giles. Sometimes she hated Miss Calendar.
But she’d been sixteen then, a mixed up kid, who hadn’t yet written her college essay on “My Most Life-Changing Experience” about Miss Calendar’s murder.

I was nowhere close, she thinks now. But she’d had nightmares then too, for a while. Her mother had even tried to find her a Jungian therapist for a while, dreams not really being a behaviorist’s stock in trade. But then Willow just told her mother she didn’t require a lot of sleep, which Mom thought would look really good on her college applications, and everything was fine where Dr. Sheila was concerned.

(Sometimes, Willow made Tara laugh by doing imitations of her mother on one of her rampages, and she’d call her Dr. Sheila. Tara was shocked at first, but it was worth it because Tara had a wonderful laugh. Like jingle bells in one of those specials she watched at Xander’s house. Sometimes when she thinks of never hearing that again, she thinks she did the right...No, if she thinks that, she’ll never sleep again. )

Giles looks at her so warmly she wants to die.

Right here, in this beautiful countryside.But Giles has faced enough death. Living is the least she can do.

Oh, now that's lovely. Bless. And excellent inclusion of Mrs Rosenberg, Bad Mother Extraordinaire.