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lady_windermereHere are a couple of drabbles. We have issued our first challenge, although I am not liable to enter, I wrote a couple. The ships are unusual as they are Spike/Tara and Spike/Gunn. See if anyone is brave enough to try them, they are "First Kiss"
Spike walked into the coffee shop, no-one ever thought to look for him in here. He bought an Americano and looked round for a seat. Sitting by herself in a corner was Tara, her face sad.
Spike shrugged and made to sit elsewhere. Tara had always been deceint to him he thought, maybe she would like someone to talk to.
"This seat taken Lady?" he asked in an upper-class voice.
Tara looked up, and gave a squeak of surprise. "N..No..Ah..Spike," she glanced away and blushed.
"Come on pet, tell the Big Bad your troubles," Spike sat beside her and in a fluid motion removed his duster.
Spike had listened to Tara as she told him she was inadequate and her loss of self esteem, because of how Willow had treated her. He had tried to boost her confidence a few times. Then he had a thought, he leaned over to gently brushed her lips with his own, then he felt her warmth and increased the pressure, but kept the kiss undemanding and sweet.
Tara give a slight response, and molded her lips to his, giving a slight sigh. She pulled away smiling, it was nice to have some attention.
Spike smiled back. "Don't believe you are not an attractive young woman."
It had been two months since the fight with the Senior Partners minions. What the Senior Partners had not foreseen had been that the demons where more concerned with conquering a new world than the four who stood against them. By sheer numbers the swamped out of the alley, not concerned with any of them. Leaving but a few to fight.
Angel had been wounded in the fight, so Illyria had taken him to the hotel, while Spike made good time taking Gunn to the hospital. They had stayed together for the first month, Angel racked with guilt, and taking many risks, Illyria had enjoyed going with Angel to fight the demons still in L.A., but Gunn had needed help. They had both left Spike to do that, explaining he had taken on carer roles in the past, and was the most suited.
As the month progressed Spike and Gunn had grown closer. Gunn's strength had increased during the second month, and was now strong enough to have a night out. Spike took him to a quiet bar, where they had a couple of drinks.
Gunn looked at Spike and moved forward, he touched him with his forehead. They looked into each others eyes, rich brown watching smokey blue.
Their lips touched, and then one melt into the other. Warm human lips meeting room temperature. Spike feasted in the body heat, they wrapped their arms round each other. Spike had his arms round Gunns shoulders as he pulled him closer. It was the tender sweet kiss they both needed.
Well I do quite fancy the Spunn ship
Spike walked into the coffee shop, no-one ever thought to look for him in here. He bought an Americano and looked round for a seat. Sitting by herself in a corner was Tara, her face sad.
Spike shrugged and made to sit elsewhere. Tara had always been deceint to him he thought, maybe she would like someone to talk to.
"This seat taken Lady?" he asked in an upper-class voice.
Tara looked up, and gave a squeak of surprise. "N..No..Ah..Spike," she glanced away and blushed.
"Come on pet, tell the Big Bad your troubles," Spike sat beside her and in a fluid motion removed his duster.
Spike had listened to Tara as she told him she was inadequate and her loss of self esteem, because of how Willow had treated her. He had tried to boost her confidence a few times. Then he had a thought, he leaned over to gently brushed her lips with his own, then he felt her warmth and increased the pressure, but kept the kiss undemanding and sweet.
Tara give a slight response, and molded her lips to his, giving a slight sigh. She pulled away smiling, it was nice to have some attention.
Spike smiled back. "Don't believe you are not an attractive young woman."
It had been two months since the fight with the Senior Partners minions. What the Senior Partners had not foreseen had been that the demons where more concerned with conquering a new world than the four who stood against them. By sheer numbers the swamped out of the alley, not concerned with any of them. Leaving but a few to fight.
Angel had been wounded in the fight, so Illyria had taken him to the hotel, while Spike made good time taking Gunn to the hospital. They had stayed together for the first month, Angel racked with guilt, and taking many risks, Illyria had enjoyed going with Angel to fight the demons still in L.A., but Gunn had needed help. They had both left Spike to do that, explaining he had taken on carer roles in the past, and was the most suited.
As the month progressed Spike and Gunn had grown closer. Gunn's strength had increased during the second month, and was now strong enough to have a night out. Spike took him to a quiet bar, where they had a couple of drinks.
Gunn looked at Spike and moved forward, he touched him with his forehead. They looked into each others eyes, rich brown watching smokey blue.
Their lips touched, and then one melt into the other. Warm human lips meeting room temperature. Spike feasted in the body heat, they wrapped their arms round each other. Spike had his arms round Gunns shoulders as he pulled him closer. It was the tender sweet kiss they both needed.
Well I do quite fancy the Spunn ship
