2 drabbles for Open on Sunday
Apr. 4th, 2004 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
essene_backupTori Amos titles was the challenge this week
Spike followed the man from the rooftops, lept to the ground and followed on foot once out of downtown. Soldierboy blended well, moved stealthily--anyone else would’ve lost him by now.
Revello. He slipped in the backdoor. All those spyboy games. Wouldn’t do to have the government questioning his relations with the Slayer, now would it? Gum up the works right good.
Spike made his way to the overhang that had become his home away from home. Peered in and settled down for the show. If he couldn’t have, he’d watch. Watch while Finn fucked the most powerful woman on earth.
Dru let her fingertips dance over velvet soft petals. Drank in the boquet’s vivid color and felt her pulse quicken at the thought he’d put into them. They were artfully arranged at the table’s center, long stems adorned with wicked thorns.
She spun with a delighted flourish, reaching for him, “They’re beautiful my precious.”
“Only the best for my girl.” Lips parted with desire, he drew his dark beauty close.
“Where did you get them?”
Spike’s eyes flicked towards the girl who lay prone in the corner, stray stems protruding from her neck. “Let’s just say they were…donated.”
Spike followed the man from the rooftops, lept to the ground and followed on foot once out of downtown. Soldierboy blended well, moved stealthily--anyone else would’ve lost him by now.
Revello. He slipped in the backdoor. All those spyboy games. Wouldn’t do to have the government questioning his relations with the Slayer, now would it? Gum up the works right good.
Spike made his way to the overhang that had become his home away from home. Peered in and settled down for the show. If he couldn’t have, he’d watch. Watch while Finn fucked the most powerful woman on earth.
Dru let her fingertips dance over velvet soft petals. Drank in the boquet’s vivid color and felt her pulse quicken at the thought he’d put into them. They were artfully arranged at the table’s center, long stems adorned with wicked thorns.
She spun with a delighted flourish, reaching for him, “They’re beautiful my precious.”
“Only the best for my girl.” Lips parted with desire, he drew his dark beauty close.
“Where did you get them?”
Spike’s eyes flicked towards the girl who lay prone in the corner, stray stems protruding from her neck. “Let’s just say they were…donated.”
