Whedonland Challenge 22: Multimedia Bingo Card
Favorite Episode:
Willow stared at the pants in her hands. Her knuckles were white against the supple black leather. She shook them, flipping one empty leg over the other with a slap that startled her. She glanced down at herself and her sweater. Soft, floral, feminine. Her mother’s favorite shade of pink. She shook the pants again and stepped into them. The inky leather was cool and silky across the tops of her sensitive feet, the waistband thicker, a firm caress behind her knees, along her thighs, over her bare bottom. The other her hadn’t worn panties. Although she had protested mightily, Buffy had pointed out that her simple cotton pair would show over the low cut waist of the pants.
Willow shivered as she wiggled her hips, her body hyperaware of the inseam. She inhaled sharply as the zipper snickered against her skin. She thrust the button through its hole, sealing herself in. Quickly, she ducked out of her friendly sweater, more goosebumps pebbling her arms in the cool air conditioning. She stood topless in the bathroom stall for a moment, listening to the faint echo of her shallow breathing.
(I'm not posted the rest because it wants to be a part of something larger, and I don't have the time to work on it now.)
Guest Star:
Out of Character:
Villain:
Ship:
Your Choice:
Favorite Moment:
Family:
Crack:
Willow stared at the pants in her hands. Her knuckles were white against the supple black leather. She shook them, flipping one empty leg over the other with a slap that startled her. She glanced down at herself and her sweater. Soft, floral, feminine. Her mother’s favorite shade of pink. She shook the pants again and stepped into them. The inky leather was cool and silky across the tops of her sensitive feet, the waistband thicker, a firm caress behind her knees, along her thighs, over her bare bottom. The other her hadn’t worn panties. Although she had protested mightily, Buffy had pointed out that her simple cotton pair would show over the low cut waist of the pants.
Willow shivered as she wiggled her hips, her body hyperaware of the inseam. She inhaled sharply as the zipper snickered against her skin. She thrust the button through its hole, sealing herself in. Quickly, she ducked out of her friendly sweater, more goosebumps pebbling her arms in the cool air conditioning. She stood topless in the bathroom stall for a moment, listening to the faint echo of her shallow breathing.
(I'm not posted the rest because it wants to be a part of something larger, and I don't have the time to work on it now.)
Guest Star:
Out of Character:
Villain:
Ship:
Your Choice:
Favorite Moment:
Family:
Crack: