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Sep. 11th, 2003
Fic: Five Mornings
Sep. 11th, 2003 06:51 pmAside from an obsessive need for feedback I'm posting this here because Deep Sleeper wont let me be. I have an idea that would expand it to a chaptered story in a way that will keep it's edge{I hope}. So what do you think?
1. Deep Sleeper: Season 7 Post Touched
Nicky smiled proudly at her son not at all embarrassed by Robin’s nudity. “ What a romantic picture. I’m touched trusting you like this was a big step for her you know. Almost as big a step as the one Buffy took off that tower. Slayers aren’t big on the love and trust; we’re more about the hunt. Death, we all want it. It’s our gift ”
Without a word Robin began to untie Faith. The silk ties that bound her hands wouldn’t have kept her from defending herself but she never saw it coming. He laughed at the word choice then began to sob. Remembering how he had slid the knife into her just as Faith had begun to cry out in orgasm.
The weeping man barely noted when the smooth steel of his mother’s voice rusted into Faith’s. “Thank you so much lover, you know Xander’s going to love the irony of this. Is irony the right word Principal Wood? Never mind, I can always ask Giles when he’s done getting rid of the other bodies. I just love that watcher so many faces I can wear for him and all of them so effective.”
2. Breakfast in Bed: Season 6 post wrecked
Buffy was thrilled to be the first one awake. This was working out perfectly. Last night she finally allowed herself admit to Spike that they were in love and their lovemaking had been both tender and passionate. After making sure the curtains were closed she hurried down stairs to carry out her plan. She heated up a mug of blood and put some burba weed in it. Then she got the morning paper and folded it open to the crossword and put it on the tray with the blood. When she returned to her bedroom Spike was still sound asleep. She looked around and found the perfect finishing touch. A clean pair of fuzzy red socks she folded them and fiddled with them until they looked somewhat rose like and put them on the tray too. If she was going to coddle with a guy with no body heat of his own said guy was going to have to wear something on his cold dead feet.
3. Comfort Zone: Post Touched
Xander woke up feeling doomed. This was bad. Very, very, bad. Not the sex, that had been incredible… It was his partner that petrified him. He had no doubt that this lover could redefine the word needy and make Velcro look like Teflon. Why couldn’t he have stayed true to form? He’d never been this confused after a night with a demon or an ex-demon.
Who knew Andrew would be so good in bed? He was actually more romantic than any girl Xander had ever been with. They'd simply gotten together by default the only two people unpaired the night before the end of the world. Now in the light of day he was more afraid of what would happen if the world didn’t end. Oh well, he consoled himself. It’s not such a big deal, Cleveland is a Hellmouth after all and maybe Andrew will turn into demon someday just like Cordy.
4. Picture Perfect: Post Chosen
Giles smiled, so this was the woman he would spend the rest of his life loving. He had no choice but to wake her if he wanted to get back in bed. In the short time he spent it the bathroom Anya had sprawled out on the bed at an angle so there was no room for him. Taking advantage of the morning light filtering through the curtains Giles studied the bed hog. They’d been sleeping together for months. Anya classified it more accurately as “having desperate pre-apocalypse sex in inappropriate places.” So this was his first chance to really look at his lover naked. She was softer looking than he expected, her nipples a little darker, and her breasts a bit fuller. She wasn’t in the sexiest of poses with her left arm hung over the side of the bed, her mouth hung open and her right hand resting on her belly.
A part of him sighed in relief. He’d been afraid that asleep like this she would look impossibly young. Didn’t everyone look younger in sleep? Instead Anya looked older. Not haggard just more realized, like an animation full of sound and motion that becomes a photograph. The picture was beautiful but not quite what he expected.
Before Giles said a word Anya woke with a yawn. She moved past him very carefully as if she expected to be hung-over and didn’t want to make any nausea inducing sudden moves. They hadn’t made love the night before as both of them had been too tired to do more than check each other for wounds. Anya seemed fine then. Had she hit her head and not told him?
“Anya?”
“I’m fine.” Then a more positive, “I’m wonderful.” as she left the bathroom. “I’m alive and not sick-and-your-son-wants-room service!”
Giles laughed, his loony tune was back. Then he replayed her words slowly in his head.
5. At First Glance: Season 4
A/N Willow caught Riley’s eye instead of Buffy. Post Something Blue only it didn’t happen.
“So, come on Willow spill.” Buffy pleaded as her roommate tried to sneak in quietly. ”Was it all romantic?" Then joking a little about how Willows new boyfriend had saved her a few weeks earlier from an oncoming bus. “Did big strong Riley sweep you off your feet?”
Willow sighed.
“That didn’t sound like a happy sigh, come on, and give.”
“It’s like this. I don’t like to compare, I mean, it’s not like I have much to compare with.” Willow was very glad that the room was dark. Could Slayers see better than other people? “You would think a guy that looked big and strong would be, you know, big and strong. That other one wasn’t but he was.” Willow avoided Oz’s name and then added, “Men are such deceptive creeps!”
1. Deep Sleeper: Season 7 Post Touched
Nicky smiled proudly at her son not at all embarrassed by Robin’s nudity. “ What a romantic picture. I’m touched trusting you like this was a big step for her you know. Almost as big a step as the one Buffy took off that tower. Slayers aren’t big on the love and trust; we’re more about the hunt. Death, we all want it. It’s our gift ”
Without a word Robin began to untie Faith. The silk ties that bound her hands wouldn’t have kept her from defending herself but she never saw it coming. He laughed at the word choice then began to sob. Remembering how he had slid the knife into her just as Faith had begun to cry out in orgasm.
The weeping man barely noted when the smooth steel of his mother’s voice rusted into Faith’s. “Thank you so much lover, you know Xander’s going to love the irony of this. Is irony the right word Principal Wood? Never mind, I can always ask Giles when he’s done getting rid of the other bodies. I just love that watcher so many faces I can wear for him and all of them so effective.”
2. Breakfast in Bed: Season 6 post wrecked
Buffy was thrilled to be the first one awake. This was working out perfectly. Last night she finally allowed herself admit to Spike that they were in love and their lovemaking had been both tender and passionate. After making sure the curtains were closed she hurried down stairs to carry out her plan. She heated up a mug of blood and put some burba weed in it. Then she got the morning paper and folded it open to the crossword and put it on the tray with the blood. When she returned to her bedroom Spike was still sound asleep. She looked around and found the perfect finishing touch. A clean pair of fuzzy red socks she folded them and fiddled with them until they looked somewhat rose like and put them on the tray too. If she was going to coddle with a guy with no body heat of his own said guy was going to have to wear something on his cold dead feet.
3. Comfort Zone: Post Touched
Xander woke up feeling doomed. This was bad. Very, very, bad. Not the sex, that had been incredible… It was his partner that petrified him. He had no doubt that this lover could redefine the word needy and make Velcro look like Teflon. Why couldn’t he have stayed true to form? He’d never been this confused after a night with a demon or an ex-demon.
Who knew Andrew would be so good in bed? He was actually more romantic than any girl Xander had ever been with. They'd simply gotten together by default the only two people unpaired the night before the end of the world. Now in the light of day he was more afraid of what would happen if the world didn’t end. Oh well, he consoled himself. It’s not such a big deal, Cleveland is a Hellmouth after all and maybe Andrew will turn into demon someday just like Cordy.
4. Picture Perfect: Post Chosen
Giles smiled, so this was the woman he would spend the rest of his life loving. He had no choice but to wake her if he wanted to get back in bed. In the short time he spent it the bathroom Anya had sprawled out on the bed at an angle so there was no room for him. Taking advantage of the morning light filtering through the curtains Giles studied the bed hog. They’d been sleeping together for months. Anya classified it more accurately as “having desperate pre-apocalypse sex in inappropriate places.” So this was his first chance to really look at his lover naked. She was softer looking than he expected, her nipples a little darker, and her breasts a bit fuller. She wasn’t in the sexiest of poses with her left arm hung over the side of the bed, her mouth hung open and her right hand resting on her belly.
A part of him sighed in relief. He’d been afraid that asleep like this she would look impossibly young. Didn’t everyone look younger in sleep? Instead Anya looked older. Not haggard just more realized, like an animation full of sound and motion that becomes a photograph. The picture was beautiful but not quite what he expected.
Before Giles said a word Anya woke with a yawn. She moved past him very carefully as if she expected to be hung-over and didn’t want to make any nausea inducing sudden moves. They hadn’t made love the night before as both of them had been too tired to do more than check each other for wounds. Anya seemed fine then. Had she hit her head and not told him?
“Anya?”
“I’m fine.” Then a more positive, “I’m wonderful.” as she left the bathroom. “I’m alive and not sick-and-your-son-wants-room service!”
Giles laughed, his loony tune was back. Then he replayed her words slowly in his head.
5. At First Glance: Season 4
A/N Willow caught Riley’s eye instead of Buffy. Post Something Blue only it didn’t happen.
“So, come on Willow spill.” Buffy pleaded as her roommate tried to sneak in quietly. ”Was it all romantic?" Then joking a little about how Willows new boyfriend had saved her a few weeks earlier from an oncoming bus. “Did big strong Riley sweep you off your feet?”
Willow sighed.
“That didn’t sound like a happy sigh, come on, and give.”
“It’s like this. I don’t like to compare, I mean, it’s not like I have much to compare with.” Willow was very glad that the room was dark. Could Slayers see better than other people? “You would think a guy that looked big and strong would be, you know, big and strong. That other one wasn’t but he was.” Willow avoided Oz’s name and then added, “Men are such deceptive creeps!”