Teaser and the Firecat
Jun. 28th, 2004 12:02 amSo, this LiveJournal thing does seem to have some point. I've already got two Mutual Friends.
One of them might be interested to know that I've just spotted on TV a Dalek crowd-surfing at Glastonbury, to Dance Music. YOU WILL BE ECSTASINATED!
Having switched my allegiance to the Czech Republic following the disgraceful expulsion of England by a biased referee, I have had the pleasure of watching my team annhilate their opposition, despite attempts to cheat by the Danes. That Yellow Card must be wiped out!
Half the day wasted reading LiveJournal entries - this thing's quite addictive! Eventually I buckled down and made a start on the next chapter of my award-winning Buffy fic "It's Got to be Perfect". A lot of people actually post their fics here, but I'm not going to do that. But I am going to post a teaser: the opening section of chapter 11. You asked for it, magic wanderer, a long time ago, and you're going to get it.
It's Got to be Perfect Chapter 11 "All Tomorrow's Parties"
Teaser:
Buffy woke up slowly. There was a warm body snuggled close against her, their legs entwined together. She felt relaxed, comfortable, even satisfied; except for a nagging headache behind her eyes and a queasy churning in her stomach. How much had she had to drink last night? "Spike", she murmured sleepily, and opened her eyes. Blonde hair met her gaze. Hang on, blonde hair? Spike's was light brown now. And what was her thigh pressed up against? It was between her bedmate's legs; there was something she should be feeling, and it wasn't there. And what was that pressing softly against her breasts? And, for that matter, what was pressing softly against her back?
The blonde hair in front of her was long. “Harmony?” she said incredulously.
“Yeah? Morning, Buffy,” came a voice from behind her. “Wow, that was intense. I always said that if I had a threesome it would have to be boy, boy, girl, 'cept maybe with Charlize Theron, but wow. Hey, I ate a Slayer! Sorta, anyway."
"And an ex Vengeance Demon," the figure in front of Buffy added. "Hey, Buffy, that thing you did with your nipple! Fantastic. I had a really satisfying orgasm. Where on Earth did you learn to do that?"
“Anya?” Buffy gasped. And the memories came flooding back.
One of them might be interested to know that I've just spotted on TV a Dalek crowd-surfing at Glastonbury, to Dance Music. YOU WILL BE ECSTASINATED!
Having switched my allegiance to the Czech Republic following the disgraceful expulsion of England by a biased referee, I have had the pleasure of watching my team annhilate their opposition, despite attempts to cheat by the Danes. That Yellow Card must be wiped out!
Half the day wasted reading LiveJournal entries - this thing's quite addictive! Eventually I buckled down and made a start on the next chapter of my award-winning Buffy fic "It's Got to be Perfect". A lot of people actually post their fics here, but I'm not going to do that. But I am going to post a teaser: the opening section of chapter 11. You asked for it, magic wanderer, a long time ago, and you're going to get it.
It's Got to be Perfect Chapter 11 "All Tomorrow's Parties"
Teaser:
Buffy woke up slowly. There was a warm body snuggled close against her, their legs entwined together. She felt relaxed, comfortable, even satisfied; except for a nagging headache behind her eyes and a queasy churning in her stomach. How much had she had to drink last night? "Spike", she murmured sleepily, and opened her eyes. Blonde hair met her gaze. Hang on, blonde hair? Spike's was light brown now. And what was her thigh pressed up against? It was between her bedmate's legs; there was something she should be feeling, and it wasn't there. And what was that pressing softly against her breasts? And, for that matter, what was pressing softly against her back?
The blonde hair in front of her was long. “Harmony?” she said incredulously.
“Yeah? Morning, Buffy,” came a voice from behind her. “Wow, that was intense. I always said that if I had a threesome it would have to be boy, boy, girl, 'cept maybe with Charlize Theron, but wow. Hey, I ate a Slayer! Sorta, anyway."
"And an ex Vengeance Demon," the figure in front of Buffy added. "Hey, Buffy, that thing you did with your nipple! Fantastic. I had a really satisfying orgasm. Where on Earth did you learn to do that?"
“Anya?” Buffy gasped. And the memories came flooding back.