another mini-FIC: Say it with flowers

["Evil Potato" <nelevranckx@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

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, soany 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! Rightthere these sneaky thoughts appeared. I glanced accusingly at the patch ofearth 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? :)