Thanksgiving

[knifeedgefic]

My ritual sacrifice (with pie) went very well, and I return home with full intentions of writing until my fingers fall off this week (as well as doing a few other minor work related projects before the holidays and putting up the Christmas decorations). However, somehow, without warning I find that I've been nominated at the SunnyD Awards in

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[prophecygirrl]

Bliss.

(and congrats on the much-deserved win!)

[knifeedgefic]

Not a win. Just nominations so far. We'll see. There's some amazing stories that were also nominated in all those categories.

As for "bliss"... unfortunately the only instance of the word I can find is in a really plotty bit, and I don't want to give anything away yet. So you get a second choice.

[prophecygirrl]

God, I read it too fast! Still well deserved, though.

OK, so for my second pick, I choose... "passion"

[knifeedgefic]

“Liar,” Spike said. He yawned hugely, then levered himself off the bed and stretched, giving Buffy an amazing view of vampire musculature hard at work. Guh, her brain thought, totally without her permission. Ruthlessly, Buffy squashed that impulse right back into its box, then sat on the lid. No matter that her brain was also trying to replay the images from her dream of sitting on Spike’s lap and running her hands all over that.

Bad Buffy brain. She tried to remind herself of every single--very good--reason why Spike was absolutely repulsive and dreaming of being engaged to the bloodsucker was a sign that she’d spent far too much time in his company.

“Well, if there’s not gonna be any violence, I’m going to bed. Wake me up when Passions comes on,” Spike said, wandering toward the door.

Buffy grimaced. Passions: reason number five thousand seven hundred and eight.

[prophecygirrl]

AWESOME!!!