babble horde

Dawn would have loved to scream in frustration, but that would only result in panicked people appearing with weapons at the ready. There was nothing worth throwing that would result in a satisfying crash, plus it would receive the same reaction as screaming, although possibly with less weapons.

She'd put too much hard work into her notes to start shredding them, so she was stuck with the extremely unsatisfying silent fuming that was bordering on crying.

Strong hands started massaging the tension from her shoulders.

"Fancy going out for ice cream, love?"

And suddenly, the world seemed a brighter place.


open_on_sunday — challenge #71: invitations
Part of the Hand!verse

Dawn never would have thoughts that words could be so erotic. Rich, evocative language that painted her with flowers and heavenly hosts.

Years ago, she'd cornered Angel and managed to wheedle out the information that Spike had once been William, a poet of little talent. She'd never managed to find any of his earlier work to know if Angel was lying about Spike's ability.

As Spike continued to serenade her with sweet words, she wondered if perhaps he'd improved in the course of his many years or maybe he'd just never had the right muse to inspire him to greatness.


open_on_sunday — challenge #64: poetry
Part of the Hand!verse

Hoping to distract Dawn from her cherries, Spike had liberated them and decorated his body with strategically placed fruit.

Not to be denied her treat, Dawn pounced on Spike with hunger in her eyes. Starting in the hollow of his throat, she worked her way down Spike's body. Neatly trimmed fingernails gently circled each cherry before she slowly ate the fruit he'd left for her. She scrupulously removed the juice with a talented tongue that had Spike arching into her touch.

Moaning as Dawn extracted a cherry from his navel, Spike made a mental note to restock their cherry supply.


open_on_sunday — challenge #62: beginnings
Part of the Hand!verse

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.


open_on_sunday — challenge #61: endings
Part of the Hand!verse