cheesygirl

This one is Angel/Wes and Angelus/Wes, S4 during "Soulless", mature audiences only!

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I wrote a silly Wesley and Cordelia drabble over at open_on_sunday:

http://community.livejournal.com/open_on_sunday/1986890.html

It's Friday, and here it's dreary and rainy. I love lounging in bed on rainy days, and the only thing that makes that better is having someone to lounge in bed with. Since I'm not at home and I don't have anyone to lounge with (*pout*), I decided to write about pretty, fictional people who can.

And I open a challenge to you, my friends! Write a drabble or ficlet featuring the fandom and pairing of your choice, of rainy day lounging in bed. There can be just lounging about, or smooching, or sexing, or eating ice cream in bed--whatever you want, so long as there's rain and a bed involved--sexiness is strongly encouraged, though! Post a link here, and I'll gather all the links and post them in one post later on. How about we give this a weekend deadline? Sunday or so? Get to writing!

To start y'all off, here's my sexy offering. Jack/Ten, rated R, 100 words.

( Passing the time )

I wrote a Silly Thing over at open_on_sunday. Giles and Dawn, rated G.

Final one, for merry_cat, who's birthday I think it is today? Happy happy, then, if it is! She wanted Buffy/Lorne/Spike. I hope this suffices. I'm in a cynical mood today, so pardon my slight snarkitude in this one. ;P


Happily Ever After?

“You’re kidding. That’s our future together?”

“In all its Technicolor glory. Wedded bliss, cozy cottage for two until baby makes three, maybe four--that could be a dog--it’s a little fuzzy.” Lorne snorted. “Hah! Fuzzy! Dog. Fuzzy...”

Buffy and Spike stared in stunned silence.

“You’d rather have the usual pain and despair?” Lorne frowned.

“Yes! No! But, we have this complicated love-hate thing!” Buffy protested.

“Yeah! Rough, angry sex! Punching and scratching!”

“Nope. Sugar-coated happiness is all I see.”

“No scratching?”

“Well, maybe the dog.” Lorne chuckled.

“And some punching,” he added, after Spike’s fist connected with his jaw.

For those who requested drabbles and have not gotten one tonight, I will honor your requests, just probably not tonight as I am home from work and tired and going to bed soon. I got sidetracked doing some research tonight so I didn't get to all of them.

Patience, grasshoppers!

petzipellepingo asked for "Spike/ a television/ Dr. Who (any Doctor) on the telly/ Dawn". Here ya go!


Something For Everyone

Spike peeked around the corner when he heard familiar music drifting from the television.

“Somebody spent too much time with Andrew,” he said to the young woman transfixed to the screen.

Dawn huffed. “Like I’d watch those old geezers and tin foil monsters.”

“There must be something that--” Spike then noticed the tall, slender man fussing over the TARDIS console. Dawn’s wistful expression told him the rest.

“Got the hots for Doc, eh pet?” he teased.

“Spike!” Dawn hissed.

“Maybe he’ll… ooooh. Nice arse,” Spike said as Rose appeared onscreen.


Saturday evening was their TV date night from then on.

I wrote a drabble for the Saints challenge over at open_on_sunday

http://community.livejournal.com/open_on_sunday/1804763.html

Dru and Spike visit a city I know well and miss so much!

I borrowed this idea from delicateone's journal:
Write a drabble (100 words exactly) based on your current default icon. No changing it! Just write it as it comes; no beta-reading or mulling over. Any fandom or no fandom at all.

My current default is Dork!David, being the geeky fanboy that we love so much. Lucky duck Sophia Myles loves him too!


Sophia had never seen David so excited about his work. His eyes went wide with wonder every time he walked past a Dalek. He bounced up and down with childish glee when he was allowed a go at the controls. She didn’t really understand his continued fascination with this fantasy world from his childhood, but he was clearly having the time of his life playing Doctor Who. She laughed as he danced around the set in those ridiculous 3-D glasses.

Her laughter caught his attention. “You are such a dork!” she teased good-naturedly. He grinned madly at her in agreement.

way2busymom asked for Wesley making tea with Angel looking on. Rated PG-13, I guess. Hey, I've now written tea pr0n! :D


Angel had watched Wesley make tea countless times. The ritual was performed the same every time, methodically and effortlessly.

Slender fingers opened the tin and carefully measured the tea in rounded spoonfuls before placing them into the teapot. Boiling water from an electric kettle was then poured over the leaves. As the tea steeped, Wesley opened a packet of biscuits and placed several on a small plate, nibbling on one as he fetched his favorite cup.

The elegance and simplicity of Wesley’s movements enthralled Angel. It also made him hard. Only Wesley could make tea and digestives sexy, he mused.