Meme! with fic!

[chlare]

Yes, I *am* a procrastinator. I do have work to do...but watch me not doing it.

FG has gone to bed and I am left without a distraction. Thus, MEME!

Found this at dancinbutterfly's journal. :) Who can resist the kissage?

Comment with two characters I write, and I'll tell you about their first kiss.Uh...there could be a limit, but we'll see how many of you

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[chlare]

Hmm. Hmmmmmmmm. Okay, try this on for size.

"My God, you're a pretty thing," Lilah murmur with that cat-like smile before tilting her head and pressing her lips against smaller warmer ones. Her fingers were already threaded in Fred's hair to keep her from moving around too much. Couldn't have that. Not until Lilah got a response back.

"No wonder Wesley liked you. I always did wonder," Lilah said, smirking at Fred and then getting up to amble around her little penthouse in the sky. Fred laid spread out on the bed, limbs tied up. The thing was, no ever mention it, but the rules in death were much the same as in life. Only you were dead. And Lilah had just found Fred wandering around homeless, fresh and new to the place. Lilah could never resist a lost little lamb.

"You'll like it here, Winifred," Lilah murmured, kissing Fred once more before replacing the soft gag and blindfold and slipping off her robe. Once Wesley got here, things would be perfect. And unfortunately for Wesley that would be soon, Lilah thought as she curled up next to Fred, hand curling around her breast and her head lying on one tiny, bony shoulder. They'd try the little schoolgirl routine tomorrow once Fred got more acclimatized.