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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble May. 18th, 2006 04:19 pm)Two drabbles
Fandom: Angel, Season 5
Rating: PG
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: All things within the 200 words belong to Joss.
In Sickness
“Vampires aren’t supposed to sweat.”
“I know that, Percy.” The two men stood next to the sterile white bed, similar stoic expressions on their faces.
“I think I’ll go see what Fred has found.” So Wes left.
Hesitantly, Spike brought his hand up and covered Angel’s right. He ignored the unnatural heat radiating from it.
“I crashed the Viper today. Bet ya wanna spank me for that, eh?” He smiled, as if nothing was wrong. Which it wasn’t, he told himself. It was all right.
No answer was forthcoming. Spike let his smile die. Slowly, like Angel . . .
In Health
“I know that’s not sweat.” Angel glared at the soaking wet bleached vampire. “Where’s the Viper?”
“How should I know? All water looks the same once you’ve crashed into it.” He collapsed in the plush chair, making a sick squishing sound. Angel winced. There went the upholstery.
“That’s the third one this week.”
“Not bad for five days. Can we shag now?”
Angel frowned. “You’re wet and filthy and you crashed the Viper.”
“You love make up sex.” The brows waggled and the tongue slyly poked out of the corner of his mouth.
This time, Angel couldn’t help but smile.
Fandom: Angel, Season 5
Rating: PG
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: All things within the 200 words belong to Joss.
In Sickness
“Vampires aren’t supposed to sweat.”
“I know that, Percy.” The two men stood next to the sterile white bed, similar stoic expressions on their faces.
“I think I’ll go see what Fred has found.” So Wes left.
Hesitantly, Spike brought his hand up and covered Angel’s right. He ignored the unnatural heat radiating from it.
“I crashed the Viper today. Bet ya wanna spank me for that, eh?” He smiled, as if nothing was wrong. Which it wasn’t, he told himself. It was all right.
No answer was forthcoming. Spike let his smile die. Slowly, like Angel . . .
In Health
“I know that’s not sweat.” Angel glared at the soaking wet bleached vampire. “Where’s the Viper?”
“How should I know? All water looks the same once you’ve crashed into it.” He collapsed in the plush chair, making a sick squishing sound. Angel winced. There went the upholstery.
“That’s the third one this week.”
“Not bad for five days. Can we shag now?”
Angel frowned. “You’re wet and filthy and you crashed the Viper.”
“You love make up sex.” The brows waggled and the tongue slyly poked out of the corner of his mouth.
This time, Angel couldn’t help but smile.
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