Barb C’s Journal

(OK, I lied, this one is a drabble.)
The languid sway of bodies is a conversation in rhythm: Spike’s shoulder firm and cool under her cheek, scratchy-soft cotton, the easy play of muscle beneath, the pressure of his hands, the invitation of his half-hard cock. If she looked up, she’d see his eyes half-lidded and his […]

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I feel obligated to warn people that these are not stories, not ficlets, not even vignettes. They’re just 100+ word fragments of Stuff Happening.

“This way, if you please,” the waiter said, and Buffy hitched the strap of the endearingly ridiculous purse over her shoulder and followed. Spike dropped back a step so as […]

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