Birthday greetings!
Some fascinating discussions go on and around in LJ - though sadly I went to sleep *g*
And in other news, squeaking just inside the 22nd April in the States:
Happy Birthday to so_sharlemaine!!!!
::big squishy hugs:: I know that you're off gallivanting round the country on your big day, but in case you do manage to log on to LJ, here's a little, tiny thing.
Title: Intimates
Author: lillianmorgan
Setting: mid or post-Power Play AtS Season 5 or perhaps even veering off from there..?
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: PG-13 (sorry!)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Joss’ or ME’s toys
Intimates
Angel looked up from what he was doing, and his vision was filled with Spike, leaning against the doorframe, a butter-wouldn’t-melt smile tugging at his lips.
“Spike,” Angel said, unnecessarily. The vampire in question said nothing and continued to stare back at Angel.
“So,” continued Angel, putting his pen down, “the others have been muttering something to me about ‘that one time’ between us. I’m kinda curious to know, which exact one time did you mean? The one in the broom closet in that hotel in New Orleans? The one time during the rainstorm in Heidelberg? Or upside down with Drusilla in the British Museum? Or the one time with Darla when she made you wear that costume? Or …?” Angel drifted to a stop but Spike’s gaze never wavered.
Until he stood back from the doorframe, placed his hands in his pockets and said, “You know the one.”
His face crinkled into a fleeting sweet smile, and Angel answered with his own. But then Spike’s mouth formed a thin line and his eyes drifted back into their constant glare of grim determination. He turned away, signaling the end.
As Angel watched his ‘one-time for everything partner’ walk back toward the elevator, a slight wiggle in his ass as he did so, he found it very difficult to contain the shudder that convulsed through his body.
Finis
And in other news, squeaking just inside the 22nd April in the States:
Happy Birthday to so_sharlemaine!!!!
::big squishy hugs:: I know that you're off gallivanting round the country on your big day, but in case you do manage to log on to LJ, here's a little, tiny thing.
Title: Intimates
Author: lillianmorgan
Setting: mid or post-Power Play AtS Season 5 or perhaps even veering off from there..?
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: PG-13 (sorry!)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Joss’ or ME’s toys
Intimates
Angel looked up from what he was doing, and his vision was filled with Spike, leaning against the doorframe, a butter-wouldn’t-melt smile tugging at his lips.
“Spike,” Angel said, unnecessarily. The vampire in question said nothing and continued to stare back at Angel.
“So,” continued Angel, putting his pen down, “the others have been muttering something to me about ‘that one time’ between us. I’m kinda curious to know, which exact one time did you mean? The one in the broom closet in that hotel in New Orleans? The one time during the rainstorm in Heidelberg? Or upside down with Drusilla in the British Museum? Or the one time with Darla when she made you wear that costume? Or …?” Angel drifted to a stop but Spike’s gaze never wavered.
Until he stood back from the doorframe, placed his hands in his pockets and said, “You know the one.”
His face crinkled into a fleeting sweet smile, and Angel answered with his own. But then Spike’s mouth formed a thin line and his eyes drifted back into their constant glare of grim determination. He turned away, signaling the end.
As Angel watched his ‘one-time for everything partner’ walk back toward the elevator, a slight wiggle in his ass as he did so, he found it very difficult to contain the shudder that convulsed through his body.
Finis