The Dance (Buffy/Nick)
Title: The Dance
Author: Lisa
Status: Completed Drabble (100 words)
Rating: PG
Fandom: BtVS/CSI
Character(s) and/or Pairing(s): Buffy Summers/Nick Stokes
Genre: Romance
Summary: Being with her is a constant dance.
Challenge: Issued by Ava on LJ. Write a drabble or double drabble using this as the prompt:
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright of Joss Whedon & ME. No infringement intended. CSI and all related characters are copyright of Anthony E. Zuiker. No infringement intended
Distribution: Not without permission from myself.
Large alligator tears spill down her cheeks and I wonder if I’ve made the wrong move. Being with her is a constant dance; she’s passionate and loving but so damn scared of opening herself without control.
Hesitantly I slide my fingers up along the column of her neck, she shudders as I weave my fingers through her hair. With a gentle tug her head tilts back, eyes full of uncertainty widen as I brush my lips across hers.
The muscles under my fingers tighten; with regret I loosen my hold, stepping back.
Like a dance, she moves forward grabbing arm.
~fin~
Completed: January 21, 2009
Author: Lisa
Status: Completed Drabble (100 words)
Rating: PG
Fandom: BtVS/CSI
Character(s) and/or Pairing(s): Buffy Summers/Nick Stokes
Genre: Romance
Summary: Being with her is a constant dance.
Challenge: Issued by Ava on LJ. Write a drabble or double drabble using this as the prompt:
- I give you my tongue,
and the word it has for you,
and the pleasure it has for you
as I speak silently
to your body.
“untitled” - patrick mulrooney
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright of Joss Whedon & ME. No infringement intended. CSI and all related characters are copyright of Anthony E. Zuiker. No infringement intended
Distribution: Not without permission from myself.
Large alligator tears spill down her cheeks and I wonder if I’ve made the wrong move. Being with her is a constant dance; she’s passionate and loving but so damn scared of opening herself without control.
Hesitantly I slide my fingers up along the column of her neck, she shudders as I weave my fingers through her hair. With a gentle tug her head tilts back, eyes full of uncertainty widen as I brush my lips across hers.
The muscles under my fingers tighten; with regret I loosen my hold, stepping back.
Like a dance, she moves forward grabbing arm.
~fin~
Completed: January 21, 2009