Re: another mini-FIC: Say it with flowers

[Nathan Campbell <NathanCampbell@xxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Very cool! And no, we could have used more mention of flowers, you
didn't mention them enough ;-). Awesome ficlet :-).

Nathan Campbell
NathanCampbell@xxxxxxxxxxxx

When sun sprays the earth
with straight-falling flames,
a cricket rubs his wings,
scraping up thin sweet song.
-Sappho


Evil Potato wrote:
> 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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