Holding Spike's hand, his fingers warm from her body heat, Dawn applied the final touches to his now black, thank you very much, fingernails. She blew gently on his nails, surprised at the moan her soft breath had drawn from Spike.Looking up from her work, Dawn met Spike's eyes, bright with lust. Her first thought was something Janice had said; boys could be friends or boyfriends, and if they were boyfriends they may never be friends again.
Swallowing that small niggle of doubt, Dawn leaned in and met Spike's lips. Sometimes following your heart was worth taking a risk.
Part of the Hand!verse
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Date: 24 May 2004 08:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 24 May 2004 01:14 pm (UTC)This is one of those sets of drabbles where I never planned to write a second, so continuation is at the behest of the muse. I won't promise that I'll write more, but the muse is trying to avoid a ficathon entry and looking for excuses, so you may be in luck.
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Date: 24 May 2004 10:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 24 May 2004 01:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 24 May 2004 03:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 24 May 2004 10:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 25 May 2004 07:21 pm (UTC)So small but fabulous in its possibilities! Loved the bit about janice.
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Date: 26 May 2004 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 25 May 2004 10:18 pm (UTC)(Also, I see there's a whole "Hand!verse" of its own now! Whee! I feel special, to have spawned something worthy of its own memory category. ;) )
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Date: 26 May 2004 12:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 26 May 2004 02:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 26 May 2004 07:50 am (UTC)