100 word drabble
Dec. 30th, 2003 02:33 amWheee! My first femslash 100 word drabble. This week's challenge is: unconventional. Okay, I admit, Faith/Buffy is not that unconventional, but for me it is, so bear with me, ok? I haven't written one of these drabbles in ages. I'm really pleased I finally managed to write one again.
Tempest - Devon, England, 2003 - Buffy/Faith - post-Chosen - PG13
dedicated to
10zlaine, many thanks to
sangpassionne for her help.
The pinto's mud-splattered flanks steam in the drizzle, but its rider defies the English weather. Faith jumps off, teeth gleaming, face flush with exhilaration, raindrops clinging to her dark curls like glistening beads. The soaked white tee shows off her breasts and nipples, hard and pert like cherry pits.
Dinner and Giles are forgotten, swept away with the gust of wind that knocks the umbrella from Buffy's hand, sending it hurtling across the pasture, unheeded.
They stumble against the horse, hands fighting with buttons and belts, desperate for skin, mouths locked in a tempestuous kiss, inseparable like thunder and lightning.
Tempest - Devon, England, 2003 - Buffy/Faith - post-Chosen - PG13
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The pinto's mud-splattered flanks steam in the drizzle, but its rider defies the English weather. Faith jumps off, teeth gleaming, face flush with exhilaration, raindrops clinging to her dark curls like glistening beads. The soaked white tee shows off her breasts and nipples, hard and pert like cherry pits.
Dinner and Giles are forgotten, swept away with the gust of wind that knocks the umbrella from Buffy's hand, sending it hurtling across the pasture, unheeded.
They stumble against the horse, hands fighting with buttons and belts, desperate for skin, mouths locked in a tempestuous kiss, inseparable like thunder and lightning.