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yo all
Soooo, since some people actually *liked* the last
fic-thingy I wrote, I thought: why not write another and see if they change
their minds? :) Hold on, 'cause I'm going to torture you some more with another
mindless-written-in-5-minutes-piece-of-***.
here goes...
Title: Say it with flowers
Author: Evil Potato
Email: sonne91210@xxxxxxxxxxx
Spoilers: none Rating: probably PG
Pairings: Buffy/Willow
Disclaimer: I don't own them, Joss does. The lucky
bastard.
Summary: Buffy is contemplating flowers. If you are
looking for a plot, go search elsewhere. You won't find one here.
WARNING: this is a really really really short
piece. It isn't proofread, so any grammar mistakes are
mine.
Oh yeah, this is written in Buffy's
POV.
I like this. you know, walking in the park, sun
shining on my face, wind playing with my hair, hands moving down sweat slickend
skin while skillfully eliciting moans out of the writhing body beneath me... .
Blink. Surprise. Whoa Nelly, hold it. Where the hell did that thought come from?
I was, like, enjoying the fine weather, contemplating nature, when suddenly,
these visions of woreshipping the body of a certain redhead popped into my head.
Okay. Rewind.
I was walking down this pad, hmm, nothing
suspicious, and then... ha! Right there these sneaky thoughts appeared. I
glanced accusingly at the patch of earth in question. Maybe, I thought, maybe,
when you walk past this spot you suddenly get visions of my redheaded best
friend. My very *naked* redheaded best friend. This is Sunnydale after all.
Stranger things have happend. Maybe it's all in the smell of this flowers, like
they are evil flowers and when you get caught in their trap you just want to
rip the clothes off of... hey. Hey! They did it again! Must be the flowers.
Defenitely. I stared them down. Tey didn't seem very repenant though. Then
another thought popped into my head. If it *were* the flowers, then, whoever
walked past them would want to find Willow and.. No. No no no and no. That was
*so* not going to happen. I was going to slay these flowers. That's right, slay
those evil, evil flowers with their
oooooh-smell-us-and-have-visions-of-naked-Willow attitude. Grr. Bloody things.
Nobody but *me* was supposed to have naked-Willow visions.
I was still looking accusingly at the flowers in
question when suddenly warm arms encircled my waist and a chin rested atop my
shoulder. Willow. I dind't had to glance back to verify that. Together we stared
at the flowers. "Pretty, aren't they" Wilow said. I nodded. Then I grabbed her
hand and we took off. I had visions to fulfill after all.
~finis~
do ya think I used the word "flowers" enough in
this one? :)
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