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07 March 2003 @ 09:51 am
In Bed

Spike twisted a little, head moving restlessly on the pillow as if waking nightmares were shifting inside. "Sometimes I think...they're going to come again, going to find me and make me pay for everything I did."

Xander's hand continued to trace patterns across the vampire's upper arm. He could have said a lot of things to that. The bastards can try. I won't let them. You're already paying. And Spike was lifting his troubled gaze as if waiting for Xander's own judgment.

He moved his hand to Spike's head, smoothed a hedge of curls, touch sliding down to clasp the back of his neck. "We have a joint account now," he said, and let his eyes speak for every meaning behind his words.

In Bed Again

"You sure you want to--I mean, you don't have to." Xander moved just enough to feel the length of Spike's body resettle against his, grooves to curves, hollows to ridges. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do." Even though they were just talking about a few sex toys, he knew they were talking about more.

Spike, propped up with head hanging over him, pretty and predatory, tilted down a dry, heavy-lidded look. "You realize that most of the sex I've had involved manacles?" For one moment a surge of amusement and excitement rolled through Xander, and then Spike's expression changed minutely, as if his words had impacted on another level, and Xander saw that familiar, haunted shadow in his eyes.

"We can wait," Xander said. And then to distract him, laughed a little, caught his gaze and attention again. Inquiring. "All this negotiation and compromise," he said diffidently, "that must be so vanilla for you."

Smile returning, lurking at the edges, Spike said in his lowest, most even voice, "No. I love it."

It took his breath away, but there was enough to say, "I love you."
Toppington Von Monoclenestra on March 7th, 2003 10:30 am (UTC)
Oh! I melt, I sigh, I swoon. Lovely.
lovessonglovessong on March 7th, 2003 10:49 am (UTC)
*dies happy*

You are a goddess. This made my day.
saussy7spoons on March 7th, 2003 10:52 am (UTC)
You slay me.
Kass: snarkkassrachel on March 7th, 2003 11:04 am (UTC)
*melts happily*

I thought you said you weren't writing. :P If this is not-writing, I'll take it, any day.

Estepheiaestepheia on March 7th, 2003 11:19 am (UTC)
Happy sigh
Sigh. Can you write a few dozen more snippets like this? You know, like a big bag of mixed candy?
Just the right size for a nice moment of 'aaah' and 'ohhh.'
Just. Neat.
Anna S.eliade on March 7th, 2003 01:31 pm (UTC)
Re: Happy sigh
Can you write a few dozen more snippets like this? You know, like a big bag of mixed candy?

Suggestions? Requests?
Estepheiaestepheia on March 7th, 2003 04:46 pm (UTC)
Re: Happy sigh
- Going through old photographs
- Watching Casablanca
- Spike learns to *make* something

will try to come up with more ideas...
maggiemarguerite_26 on March 7th, 2003 11:52 am (UTC)
Thanks - that made me all soft and gooey inside. Nice little piece for a slow Friday afternoon at work : )
scytranstempts on March 7th, 2003 11:55 am (UTC)
Beautiful. Perfect for a rainy Washington day. Something you can cuddle up with.
Herself_nycherself_nyc on March 7th, 2003 01:21 pm (UTC)
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Anna.


Jimmy Petstore: stuffed animals are always rightsnoopypez on March 7th, 2003 05:31 pm (UTC)
::purrs:: Gorgeous. Wow.
Circe: Willowcirce_tigana on March 7th, 2003 09:08 pm (UTC)
Anna, your writing really is so special.

The layers in that short piece are incredible.