quiz / three drabbles
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estepheiaIt's been a while since I spammed anyone with a quiz, so...
Ichi - "That one with wisdom"
What would your Japanese name be? (female)
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Wisdom huh? *shrug* Must be my age...
This weekend's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sunday100-challenge was: cliché.
I wrote three drabbles, all three of them slash-y, which I'm posting here for those who don't read thesunday100 group.
Clean Slate
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
RATING: R
SPOILERS: Set in S7
* * *
Heartbeat roaring, hand sliding over smooth skin to fondle a growing erection. "Morning, sleepyhead" Xander's lips brushed Spike's bare shoulder. The resulting flinch almost knocked Xander out of bed. Spike sat up, shock dispelling the sleep-addled glaze in his eyes. "W-who are you?"
"Good one, Spike," Xander grinned, leaning closer for another kiss.
Spike recoiled. "No! I don't-I-" Bewildered pause. "I don't know. You. This place."
"Our place," Xander corrected him.
"Ours," Spike echoed, taking in the huge bed and their twin hard-ons.
"Don't tell me you don't remember!" Xander exclaimed, palming the Lethe's Bramble.
There'd be no more nightmares.
Hot Wires
PAIRING: Warren, Andrew
RATING: PG-13 (slashy subtext)
SPOILERS: Set late S6
* * *
"What's that you're building?"
"None of your business." Warren hastily covered the workbench with a sheet, but Andrew had already glimpsed shiny skeleton parts and a wire-studded torso.
"I thought you said you wouldn't make another one," he said.
"This isn't another girl. This one's a fighter. Buffy won't know what hit her." Warren brushed him off.
"Cool." Andrew fingered the leather of the duster that was lying on top of a pile of black clothing, remembering how Warren had bragged about his two girlbots, how 'talented' they'd been. "You think I could borrow him once he's killed the Slayer?"
Surprise!
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
RATING: R
* * *
"Oh god!"
Sheets rustled. "Huh?" Spike squinted. His lover was staring at him, horrified. "What the fuck? Xander? That you?"
"You mean-?" Xander hurried through his let's-check-for-damage routine, counting appendages, patting his ribs. He froze when his hands encountered something round and perky. "Boobs! I've got boobs!"
Spike peered under the covers and smirked. "Got a pussy too."
"That makes two of us!"
"What? Fuck! I'll kill that witch!"
"Oh god!" Xander babbled, caught in an incredulity-loop.
Spike's pounce sent him/her tumbling. "Was gonna blow you for breakfast, but pussy's just fine. Can always kill Willow after. Happy birthday, Xander."
I think # 1 is more a plot-bunnie than a drabble, one I'd gladly hand over to anyone interested. I am beset by bunnies but lack the time to write all these stories. *sigh*
If anyone is interested, I picked my clichés from a list provided in the challenge:
1 - Trapped in an elevator or other small space
2 - Amnesia
3 - Drunken first-time sex ("too drunk to be straight" or "two beer queer")
4 - Waking up hungover in compromising circumstances with no memory of the night before (may be combined with previous)
5 - Hooker fic
6 - The X-Files Memorial Cliche: Two people. One hotel room. One bed. (Or sleeping bag, or crevasse.)
7 - Forced to have sex (by aliens, bad guys, or hypothermia)
8 - Undercover at a gay bar
9 - Sex change – waking up with different equipment
10 - Truth or Dare
11 - Lookalike sex substitute
12 - Sudden disability requires one person to care intimately for the other.
Wow, I haven't slept so much in ages. I barely made it into my bed last night, three hours earlier than usual and slept a whole 7 hours. Feels weird. Now I'm awake, but my back aches and I *still* don't feel like translating. *sigh*
Ichi - "That one with wisdom"
What would your Japanese name be? (female)
brought to you by Quizilla
Wisdom huh? *shrug* Must be my age...
This weekend's
sunday100-challenge was: cliché.I wrote three drabbles, all three of them slash-y, which I'm posting here for those who don't read the
sunday100 group.Clean Slate
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
RATING: R
SPOILERS: Set in S7
* * *
Heartbeat roaring, hand sliding over smooth skin to fondle a growing erection. "Morning, sleepyhead" Xander's lips brushed Spike's bare shoulder. The resulting flinch almost knocked Xander out of bed. Spike sat up, shock dispelling the sleep-addled glaze in his eyes. "W-who are you?"
"Good one, Spike," Xander grinned, leaning closer for another kiss.
Spike recoiled. "No! I don't-I-" Bewildered pause. "I don't know. You. This place."
"Our place," Xander corrected him.
"Ours," Spike echoed, taking in the huge bed and their twin hard-ons.
"Don't tell me you don't remember!" Xander exclaimed, palming the Lethe's Bramble.
There'd be no more nightmares.
Hot Wires
PAIRING: Warren, Andrew
RATING: PG-13 (slashy subtext)
SPOILERS: Set late S6
* * *
"What's that you're building?"
"None of your business." Warren hastily covered the workbench with a sheet, but Andrew had already glimpsed shiny skeleton parts and a wire-studded torso.
"I thought you said you wouldn't make another one," he said.
"This isn't another girl. This one's a fighter. Buffy won't know what hit her." Warren brushed him off.
"Cool." Andrew fingered the leather of the duster that was lying on top of a pile of black clothing, remembering how Warren had bragged about his two girlbots, how 'talented' they'd been. "You think I could borrow him once he's killed the Slayer?"
Surprise!
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
RATING: R
* * *
"Oh god!"
Sheets rustled. "Huh?" Spike squinted. His lover was staring at him, horrified. "What the fuck? Xander? That you?"
"You mean-?" Xander hurried through his let's-check-for-damage routine, counting appendages, patting his ribs. He froze when his hands encountered something round and perky. "Boobs! I've got boobs!"
Spike peered under the covers and smirked. "Got a pussy too."
"That makes two of us!"
"What? Fuck! I'll kill that witch!"
"Oh god!" Xander babbled, caught in an incredulity-loop.
Spike's pounce sent him/her tumbling. "Was gonna blow you for breakfast, but pussy's just fine. Can always kill Willow after. Happy birthday, Xander."
I think # 1 is more a plot-bunnie than a drabble, one I'd gladly hand over to anyone interested. I am beset by bunnies but lack the time to write all these stories. *sigh*
If anyone is interested, I picked my clichés from a list provided in the challenge:
1 - Trapped in an elevator or other small space
2 - Amnesia
3 - Drunken first-time sex ("too drunk to be straight" or "two beer queer")
4 - Waking up hungover in compromising circumstances with no memory of the night before (may be combined with previous)
5 - Hooker fic
6 - The X-Files Memorial Cliche: Two people. One hotel room. One bed. (Or sleeping bag, or crevasse.)
7 - Forced to have sex (by aliens, bad guys, or hypothermia)
8 - Undercover at a gay bar
9 - Sex change – waking up with different equipment
10 - Truth or Dare
11 - Lookalike sex substitute
12 - Sudden disability requires one person to care intimately for the other.
Wow, I haven't slept so much in ages. I barely made it into my bed last night, three hours earlier than usual and slept a whole 7 hours. Feels weird. Now I'm awake, but my back aches and I *still* don't feel like translating. *sigh*
