Drabble: Spike/Illyria, Domestication
Title: Domestication
Author: Romanceguru
Disclaimer: Joss is the boss of me.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Illyria
Fandom: Post-Season 5 Angel
Word count: 300
Summary: ‘Passions’ simply isn’t enough.
A/N: Unbetaed. For
elsibet34and our mutual love for Blondie & Blue.
Illyria leaned forward on the rickety couch, intrigued. The television screen flickered fuzzily as light struggled to get in through the rough patch jobs done up on the walls. Their post-apocalyptic living conditions left something to be desired.
Reaching forward, she pressed her gloved finger tips inquisitively against the screen. “This world in your spy window baffles me. I am seeing these things unfold before my eyes, yet, I cannot intervene.”
“It’s a pain in the blooming backside is what it is.” Spike exclaimed animatedly, his attention absorbed by the TV as he practically yelled at it. “It was Gwen and Rebecca that sold you out to the bloody tabloids, Ethan, you git!”
“You are becoming angered.” Illyria observed concernedly.
“Yeah, well, the bloke’s as dense as a hammer!” Spike explained irritably, slumping backwards.
Narrowing her large, blue eyes, a cool vengeance took over as Illyria stood magnificently. “Then I will obliterate the source of it‘s power. Shred the black veins that connect it to this dimension.” She offered him justly.
Spike arched one eyebrow amusedly. “Or, you could press the off switch?” He spelled out. “That being the more obvious and rational choice.”
“Oh.” Illyria muttered simply. Bending neatly, she found the button that made everything go black and pressed it.
Titling his head, Spike admired the view of the demon-god’s backside as she did just that. Returning to her spot next to Spike, Illyria folded her hands patiently over her knees. An awkward silence filled the room as the two took turns sneaking furtive glances at one another.
“So, the thing we did five minutes ago?” Spike prompted eagerly.
“Yes, but I retain complete control, half-breed.” Illyria conditioned without missing a beat.
Spike smiled most wickedly as he shed his leather jacket. “We have ourselves a deal, love.”
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Author: Romanceguru
Disclaimer: Joss is the boss of me.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Illyria
Fandom: Post-Season 5 Angel
Word count: 300
Summary: ‘Passions’ simply isn’t enough.
A/N: Unbetaed. For
elsibet34and our mutual love for Blondie & Blue.
Illyria leaned forward on the rickety couch, intrigued. The television screen flickered fuzzily as light struggled to get in through the rough patch jobs done up on the walls. Their post-apocalyptic living conditions left something to be desired.
Reaching forward, she pressed her gloved finger tips inquisitively against the screen. “This world in your spy window baffles me. I am seeing these things unfold before my eyes, yet, I cannot intervene.”
“It’s a pain in the blooming backside is what it is.” Spike exclaimed animatedly, his attention absorbed by the TV as he practically yelled at it. “It was Gwen and Rebecca that sold you out to the bloody tabloids, Ethan, you git!”
“You are becoming angered.” Illyria observed concernedly.
“Yeah, well, the bloke’s as dense as a hammer!” Spike explained irritably, slumping backwards.
Narrowing her large, blue eyes, a cool vengeance took over as Illyria stood magnificently. “Then I will obliterate the source of it‘s power. Shred the black veins that connect it to this dimension.” She offered him justly.
Spike arched one eyebrow amusedly. “Or, you could press the off switch?” He spelled out. “That being the more obvious and rational choice.”
“Oh.” Illyria muttered simply. Bending neatly, she found the button that made everything go black and pressed it.
Titling his head, Spike admired the view of the demon-god’s backside as she did just that. Returning to her spot next to Spike, Illyria folded her hands patiently over her knees. An awkward silence filled the room as the two took turns sneaking furtive glances at one another.
“So, the thing we did five minutes ago?” Spike prompted eagerly.
“Yes, but I retain complete control, half-breed.” Illyria conditioned without missing a beat.
Spike smiled most wickedly as he shed his leather jacket. “We have ourselves a deal, love.”
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