Make Up Prompt 021: Heat Ficlet
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Title Smart Chicks
Author Showmewrtr
Rating PG-13
Word Count 227
Prompt 021 Heat
Characters/Pairing (if any) Riley/Willow
A/N: n/a
Sweat cools on his body. The sheets tangle around his legs, keeping him a willing prisoner in his own bed. Next to him, Buffy murmurs, quickly lost in post-coital slumber. He glances at her, fingers a strand of her blonde hair as his thoughts drift back to her hotel room where a completely different, and far more fulfilling woman waits. But not for him.
It’s not his fantasies that pull his mind there, though he admits he’s a red-blooded man and he and Xander agree on at least that one thing. But no, it isn’t watching her with her lover, it’s thinking about her with him. His red-haired magical goddess, a complete meal where Buffy is the sugary desert. She stirs in her sleep, but she won’t wake. If she does, he’ll tell her what he always does, that he’s thinking about a mission, about the psych quiz they’ll have in a few days. Anything but his true thoughts. Those he keeps hidden deep inside where desires and dreams live.
His body stirs as he thinks about the light in Willow’s eyes, the passion that sweeps her away when she talks about scientific things. Yeah, smart chicks always made him hard. Athletic ones… He quirked his lips and smoothed a hand over Buffy’s shoulder. Well they had their uses too. They watched your back in a fight.
Author Showmewrtr
Rating PG-13
Word Count 227
Prompt 021 Heat
Characters/Pairing (if any) Riley/Willow
A/N: n/a
Sweat cools on his body. The sheets tangle around his legs, keeping him a willing prisoner in his own bed. Next to him, Buffy murmurs, quickly lost in post-coital slumber. He glances at her, fingers a strand of her blonde hair as his thoughts drift back to her hotel room where a completely different, and far more fulfilling woman waits. But not for him.
It’s not his fantasies that pull his mind there, though he admits he’s a red-blooded man and he and Xander agree on at least that one thing. But no, it isn’t watching her with her lover, it’s thinking about her with him. His red-haired magical goddess, a complete meal where Buffy is the sugary desert. She stirs in her sleep, but she won’t wake. If she does, he’ll tell her what he always does, that he’s thinking about a mission, about the psych quiz they’ll have in a few days. Anything but his true thoughts. Those he keeps hidden deep inside where desires and dreams live.
His body stirs as he thinks about the light in Willow’s eyes, the passion that sweeps her away when she talks about scientific things. Yeah, smart chicks always made him hard. Athletic ones… He quirked his lips and smoothed a hand over Buffy’s shoulder. Well they had their uses too. They watched your back in a fight.
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Date: 2007-08-01 12:26 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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