Doing a meme!
*dusts off unused journal*
Figured I'd put this one over here, since that's where all my fic is. Snagged from pretty much everyone:
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Upon request, I will post a random line or two from any of these you choose. Assuming that the file adds up to a full ( Read more... )
Figured I'd put this one over here, since that's where all my fic is. Snagged from pretty much everyone:
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Upon request, I will post a random line or two from any of these you choose. Assuming that the file adds up to a full ( Read more... )
[This starts with some half-written line that I can't quite make sense of, but was supposed to be Spike insisting their relationship was more than just physical, which Buffy of course denies.]
“Oh, please. I have more of an emotional connection with my vibrator.”
Ignoring the inherent insult in her remark, Spike instead focused on the new tidbit of information she’d let slip. “You have a…? And we’ve never…?”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Spike! So not the point!”
“Bring it tomorrow,” he demanded.
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“Let’s see it.”
Reluctantly, Buffy reached into her purse - the purse she was carrying specifically so she wouldn’t have to walk around town with a sex toy - and drew out the vibrator. Spike plucked it from her outstretched hand and held it up, examining it with a discerning eye.
“Bit space age looking, innit?” he remarked, fingering the smooth, metallic blue plastic.
“The ones that look like a penis are creepy,” Buffy replied. “All veiny and stuff.” She wrinkled her nose in distaste.
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Aww, I'm sad this will never in its entirety see the light of day. But great beginning, for sure!
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