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killerweasel.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Jun. 8th, 2005 11:53 pm)Under the cut are 5 drabbles for this week's theme of 'Too Darn Hot'.
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Wes/Lindsey
“Are you sure this... stuff is safe to eat?”
“Haven’t you ever had really spicy chicken before?”
“Of course I have, but just the smell from this is searing the insides of my nostrils.”
“That’s what it’s supposed to do, Wes. My mother taught me how to make a meal that would burn for hours after you eat it.”
“I think I’ll watch you eat some first, just so I can prepare myself.”
“Fine, but I still think you’re being a big baby.”
“Lindsey, is your face supposed to be turning purple like that?”
“Just go get me some water!”
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Angel/?
He’s so damn warm. Wrapped around him like this, I can hear his blood as it swims through his veins. Can’t bite him though, that would be rude. Need to wait until he wakes up. Haven’t had human in so long that I can barely remember what it tastes like. I remember that it was hot though, and it coated my throat as I drank.
Leaning in, I run my tongue over that nice vein, bringing it a little closer to the surface. He stirs, but doesn’t wake. But when he does... I’ll find out how hot he really is.
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Wes/Lindsey
“Where are your clothes?”
“I was doing laundry and there was a little more space, so I figured what the hell. Besides, if you haven’t noticed the air conditioning isn’t working again. It has to be almost a hundred degrees in here.”
“You could be soaking in the tub instead of getting the couch all sweaty. Look at that, you stained the leather.”
“That’s not sweat.”
“Excuse me?”
“I got bored waiting for the washer to stop. A guy has to do something to keep himself entertained.”
“You know that will never come out.”
“Nice choice of words there, darlin’.”
Angel/Lindsey
“Love what you do to me; it makes me so fucking hot.”
“Guess I’ll just keep this up then. Wait, is that better?”
“Oh fuck me... where on earth did you learn that trick?”
“Let’s just say I’m a very quick study and leave it at that.”
“Do you smell something?”
“It’s like barbeque pork. You didn’t leave blood on the stove again, did you?”
“No, I had otter for lunch. It’s getting stronger. Did I just hear something sizzle?”
“I think it’s your imagination.”
“You shut the curtains and the blinds, right?”
“Oh shit, your ass is on fire!”
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Lindsey/Wes
“Everything that happened tonight was your fault.”
“My fault? I wasn’t the one who decided that he needed to have the bloody flambé.”
“The waiter recommended it. Besides, how was I supposed to know that breath spray would ignite like that?”
“Oh I don’t know, maybe you should have noticed that little ‘flammable’ warning label on the side.”
“The guy shouldn’t have been so close to the food anyway, serves him right. Anyway, his eyebrows will grow back. I think.”
“I can’t take you anywhere, can I?”
“Certainly can’t go back there again. The manager said we’re banned for life.”
Feedback is always groovy.
Wes/Lindsey
“Are you sure this... stuff is safe to eat?”
“Haven’t you ever had really spicy chicken before?”
“Of course I have, but just the smell from this is searing the insides of my nostrils.”
“That’s what it’s supposed to do, Wes. My mother taught me how to make a meal that would burn for hours after you eat it.”
“I think I’ll watch you eat some first, just so I can prepare myself.”
“Fine, but I still think you’re being a big baby.”
“Lindsey, is your face supposed to be turning purple like that?”
“Just go get me some water!”
---
Angel/?
He’s so damn warm. Wrapped around him like this, I can hear his blood as it swims through his veins. Can’t bite him though, that would be rude. Need to wait until he wakes up. Haven’t had human in so long that I can barely remember what it tastes like. I remember that it was hot though, and it coated my throat as I drank.
Leaning in, I run my tongue over that nice vein, bringing it a little closer to the surface. He stirs, but doesn’t wake. But when he does... I’ll find out how hot he really is.
---
Wes/Lindsey
“Where are your clothes?”
“I was doing laundry and there was a little more space, so I figured what the hell. Besides, if you haven’t noticed the air conditioning isn’t working again. It has to be almost a hundred degrees in here.”
“You could be soaking in the tub instead of getting the couch all sweaty. Look at that, you stained the leather.”
“That’s not sweat.”
“Excuse me?”
“I got bored waiting for the washer to stop. A guy has to do something to keep himself entertained.”
“You know that will never come out.”
“Nice choice of words there, darlin’.”
Angel/Lindsey
“Love what you do to me; it makes me so fucking hot.”
“Guess I’ll just keep this up then. Wait, is that better?”
“Oh fuck me... where on earth did you learn that trick?”
“Let’s just say I’m a very quick study and leave it at that.”
“Do you smell something?”
“It’s like barbeque pork. You didn’t leave blood on the stove again, did you?”
“No, I had otter for lunch. It’s getting stronger. Did I just hear something sizzle?”
“I think it’s your imagination.”
“You shut the curtains and the blinds, right?”
“Oh shit, your ass is on fire!”
---
Lindsey/Wes
“Everything that happened tonight was your fault.”
“My fault? I wasn’t the one who decided that he needed to have the bloody flambé.”
“The waiter recommended it. Besides, how was I supposed to know that breath spray would ignite like that?”
“Oh I don’t know, maybe you should have noticed that little ‘flammable’ warning label on the side.”
“The guy shouldn’t have been so close to the food anyway, serves him right. Anyway, his eyebrows will grow back. I think.”
“I can’t take you anywhere, can I?”
“Certainly can’t go back there again. The manager said we’re banned for life.”
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“Oh shit, your ass is on fire!”
LMAO! You are going to get me in trouble; it's midnight and that line's got me laughing right off my chair! :)
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