Title: Say it with flowers
Author: Evil Potato
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 trapyou
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? :)