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lirm35m.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 10th, 2004 11:25 pm)My 400 word answer to the "Out Loud" challenge
Title: Proximity
Author: lirm35m
Pairing: A/S
Rating: Pg-13 (just to be safe, nothing graphic)
Spoilers: none, could take place in my own little universe sometime during late AtS season2, btvs season 5.
Proximity
The AI crew was in Sunydale due to one of Cordelia’s visions. The vision didn’t involve the Slayer or the scoobies and they’d all agreed that it was probably prudent to just go in, handle the beastie, and get back to LA before dawn. Everything was going as planned and they were in the car driving out of town when Angel yelled in pain and swerved the car.
Angel righted the steering wheel, only to make a sharp U-turn and head back into town. Gunn, Cordelia, and Wesley’s protests were lost on him as he drove intently, came to a screeching halt outside of one of Sunnydale’s cemeteries, and jumped out at a run. Worried about his state of mind, the others followed.
Crashing into the clearing, Angel saw Buffy, Giles, Willow, Xander and Anya kneeling over Spike’s broken and bloodied body. Get away from him” Angel demanded.
“Angel?” Buffy stepped forward, surprised to see him.
Angel barreled forward, blindly pushing Buffy away to kneel at Spike’s side.
When the AI crew arrived, panting from the effort of trying to keep up with Angel. Buffy spun on them. “What the hell is going on here?”
“I don’t know, but I think you might want to stand back.” said Wesley, gesturing towards his snarling, yellow-eyed colleague.
“I agree.” Said Giles, pulling his slayer over to stand with her friends, who had already retreated a safer distance away from the vampires.
Assured that the area was more secure, Angel leaned down. “Will”, he whispered.
Receiving no answer, Angel bit into his own wrist and put it to Spike’s mouth. “Come back to me childe. I can’t lose you. I won’t.”
Spike wasn’t swallowing so Angel put his own lips to his wrist, gathered a mouthful of blood, put his mouth to spike’s lips and fed him the blood while massaging his throat. Soon enough Spike started to respond so Angel withdrew his lips, stopped his ministrations at Spike’s throat, and put his still bleeding wrist to Spike’s lips and let his childe siphon off his potent blood.
Coming-to, Spike withdrew his mouth and opened his eyes to meet the gaze of his saviour. “Sire, I didn’t think I thought…”
“Hush little one, I’m here.” Leaning down, Angel caught Spike’s lips with his own.
Both Sire and Childe were too intent on reconnecting to notice the incredulous looks on their friends’ faces.
Title: Proximity
Author: lirm35m
Pairing: A/S
Rating: Pg-13 (just to be safe, nothing graphic)
Spoilers: none, could take place in my own little universe sometime during late AtS season2, btvs season 5.
The AI crew was in Sunydale due to one of Cordelia’s visions. The vision didn’t involve the Slayer or the scoobies and they’d all agreed that it was probably prudent to just go in, handle the beastie, and get back to LA before dawn. Everything was going as planned and they were in the car driving out of town when Angel yelled in pain and swerved the car.
Angel righted the steering wheel, only to make a sharp U-turn and head back into town. Gunn, Cordelia, and Wesley’s protests were lost on him as he drove intently, came to a screeching halt outside of one of Sunnydale’s cemeteries, and jumped out at a run. Worried about his state of mind, the others followed.
Crashing into the clearing, Angel saw Buffy, Giles, Willow, Xander and Anya kneeling over Spike’s broken and bloodied body. Get away from him” Angel demanded.
“Angel?” Buffy stepped forward, surprised to see him.
Angel barreled forward, blindly pushing Buffy away to kneel at Spike’s side.
When the AI crew arrived, panting from the effort of trying to keep up with Angel. Buffy spun on them. “What the hell is going on here?”
“I don’t know, but I think you might want to stand back.” said Wesley, gesturing towards his snarling, yellow-eyed colleague.
“I agree.” Said Giles, pulling his slayer over to stand with her friends, who had already retreated a safer distance away from the vampires.
Assured that the area was more secure, Angel leaned down. “Will”, he whispered.
Receiving no answer, Angel bit into his own wrist and put it to Spike’s mouth. “Come back to me childe. I can’t lose you. I won’t.”
Spike wasn’t swallowing so Angel put his own lips to his wrist, gathered a mouthful of blood, put his mouth to spike’s lips and fed him the blood while massaging his throat. Soon enough Spike started to respond so Angel withdrew his lips, stopped his ministrations at Spike’s throat, and put his still bleeding wrist to Spike’s lips and let his childe siphon off his potent blood.
Coming-to, Spike withdrew his mouth and opened his eyes to meet the gaze of his saviour. “Sire, I didn’t think I thought…”
“Hush little one, I’m here.” Leaning down, Angel caught Spike’s lips with his own.
Both Sire and Childe were too intent on reconnecting to notice the incredulous looks on their friends’ faces.
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