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truly-tazi.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 24th, 2004 09:22 am)For the 'The Dark of Night' challenge.
In The Dark
Xander/Spike
At the Magic Box he can only study him, discretely, through lashes that hide his curiosity. Making note of eyes, lips, fingers. All appearing too soft for someone so hard. The tome in his hands unread, forgotten.
On patrol he can only watch in carefully masked awe on the sidelines, as he moves with inhuman grace and speed. Muscles rippling under pale skin that glows in the moonlight. Eyes turned amber with the thrill of the fight and the anticipation of the kill.
And in the dark, he can only close his eyes, touch his own heated flesh, and remember.
In The Dark
Xander/Spike
At the Magic Box he can only study him, discretely, through lashes that hide his curiosity. Making note of eyes, lips, fingers. All appearing too soft for someone so hard. The tome in his hands unread, forgotten.
On patrol he can only watch in carefully masked awe on the sidelines, as he moves with inhuman grace and speed. Muscles rippling under pale skin that glows in the moonlight. Eyes turned amber with the thrill of the fight and the anticipation of the kill.
And in the dark, he can only close his eyes, touch his own heated flesh, and remember.
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