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phendog.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 4th, 2004 10:46 am)Huh...since I'm generally an m/m slasher, I'm not quite sure why I feel so much like providing the femslash, but, hey, look, here's another one!
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slashthedrabble. Sorry for any mistakes as it's unbetaed!
Title: Braids and Beads
Pairing: W/B
Rating: PG to G
Word Count: 400
Willow closes her eyes, barely even pretending to watch the movie, as she allows herself to shift her full awareness to the sensation that truly has her attention. Sitting on the floor in front of the bed, she feels the long fingers combing through her hair, smoothing it down and selecting the strands in little bunches, a few at a time. They brush against her scalp in her work, brushing past the follicles on end and making the way they shift the hairs almost electric. Then the fingers slide down, separating the chosen strands into three and quick and deft begin the braid.
Mentally, she can imagine those fingers, turquoise nails flashing and darting to the steady over and under rhythm as they make the weave neat and tight. At times the pull almost becomes sharp and hurts a bit, but to Willow it produces the a sense of satisfaction as it alleviates the itch building from all the activity about her head.
Almost too soon the pulling stops, and the fingers of one hand will hold the tiny braid while the other hand wanders over to the pile of beads and makes its selection before slipping it over the end of the braid and then tying it off. Already her head is covered with the little braids with their beads, heavy from their weight. Willow imagines what it’ll feel like to shake it when she’s done, but she knows she doesn’t dare move for the talented fingers are already back at her head, combing forward more hair to separate out the next braid.
It’s such a rhythmic process and so sensual that she just lets it take her, imagining those fingers quick and pretty, long and slender, so hot against her skin. In her mind they don’t stay tangled on in her hair, but rather dance down her neck, making her shiver as they sashay along her spine. Then they’ll work their way up again, fluttering forward to her throat, tracing its lines with gentle sweeps before dipping lower, just an inch or so beneath the collar line of her shirt, brushing the edge of the lacy undergarment beneath…
“Hey, Willow?”
Her eyes snap open and her heart races as she realizes Buffy’s been done for a while now. “Uh, yeah?”
“My turn,” Buffy flops off the bed and hands Willow the bowl of beads. “Now you do me.”
This answers both the UST and the write a pairing you've never written before challenges from
slashthedrabble. Sorry for any mistakes as it's unbetaed!Title: Braids and Beads
Pairing: W/B
Rating: PG to G
Word Count: 400
Willow closes her eyes, barely even pretending to watch the movie, as she allows herself to shift her full awareness to the sensation that truly has her attention. Sitting on the floor in front of the bed, she feels the long fingers combing through her hair, smoothing it down and selecting the strands in little bunches, a few at a time. They brush against her scalp in her work, brushing past the follicles on end and making the way they shift the hairs almost electric. Then the fingers slide down, separating the chosen strands into three and quick and deft begin the braid.
Mentally, she can imagine those fingers, turquoise nails flashing and darting to the steady over and under rhythm as they make the weave neat and tight. At times the pull almost becomes sharp and hurts a bit, but to Willow it produces the a sense of satisfaction as it alleviates the itch building from all the activity about her head.
Almost too soon the pulling stops, and the fingers of one hand will hold the tiny braid while the other hand wanders over to the pile of beads and makes its selection before slipping it over the end of the braid and then tying it off. Already her head is covered with the little braids with their beads, heavy from their weight. Willow imagines what it’ll feel like to shake it when she’s done, but she knows she doesn’t dare move for the talented fingers are already back at her head, combing forward more hair to separate out the next braid.
It’s such a rhythmic process and so sensual that she just lets it take her, imagining those fingers quick and pretty, long and slender, so hot against her skin. In her mind they don’t stay tangled on in her hair, but rather dance down her neck, making her shiver as they sashay along her spine. Then they’ll work their way up again, fluttering forward to her throat, tracing its lines with gentle sweeps before dipping lower, just an inch or so beneath the collar line of her shirt, brushing the edge of the lacy undergarment beneath…
“Hey, Willow?”
Her eyes snap open and her heart races as she realizes Buffy’s been done for a while now. “Uh, yeah?”
“My turn,” Buffy flops off the bed and hands Willow the bowl of beads. “Now you do me.”
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Glad I could drag you in!
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Also, I'm glad to see some femslash here. There needs to be more! :)
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*L* Yeah...I just LOVE having my hair played with, so my itchy head last night is kinda the inspiration ;^)
Here, here on the femslash. I'm normally an m/mer myself, but I REALLY thought their needed to be some f/f too! Also, saw your Willow/Dawn "Her"...nice job on that, too!
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Thanks for the comment on Willow! Means a lot, since she's a character I don't do often ;^)
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Thanks! Glad you enjoyed ;^)
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