“Spike,” she whispers, her voice full of questions she doesn’t know how to phrase, and I’m glad because I’ve no sodding answers for her. It just feels right, and I desperately hope that she feels something of what I’m feeling; it can’t just be me who knows that against all nature, this is where we belong. Shaking, I move even closer and shift so that I can place a soft kiss on her forehead. Her skin is warm, fragrant, and I commit it to memory, grasping at the sensation like a drowning man surfacing for air. I’ve no idea what I’m doing. I just don’t want to let her go.
rather brilliant section in a rather brilliant story.
Thank you so much. When somebody thinks I've got the voice, that makes me very happy. I'm one of those diehard (some say delusional!) Spuffy fans who believes that what they had was destined, so all you'll get from me is more of the same! Spuffy fanfic keeps me sane, both reading and writing. We're a happy community. Thanks again.
Well, aside from forehead to forehead and all that heart-stoppingly vivid almost-romance, I got a huge kick out of the slapstick of the whole kitchen scene. Soup to nuts, m'dear.
*giggles* Thank you! Glad you enjoyed the funnies; I just love the Spike/Dawn family dynamic. Dawn irritates some people, I understand that, but I just think she's a goofy, loving, typical younger sister and I love playing with that. Thanks for saying it was vivid too, much appreciated.
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*sigh* I just love these two. I've been hooked on Spuffy fanfic for five or six years now, and I never get tired of it. It's the best drug ever. ;)
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