Here are the results from my latest drabble-mania!

For aliasagent:

Buffy/Angel
The silvery blonde of her hair drifted across his throat, making a slow, lazy path, as she shifted on the pillow. His arms encircled her tightly, his face calm and at peace, his lips against the top of her head. Their heads nodded towards each other, her breath warming his skin. Their legs formed a tangled knot of limbs, both smooth and rough. The air around them was still, bliss captured. It was a quiet moment to have been cherished but lost due to sleep. It was a moment quickly broken by a crash of lightning and a curse reborn.


Willow/Xander
Willow held his hand tightly, her heart heavy and aching. She had seen way too many of her loved ones in hospital beds. But, seeing Xander lying there was almost more than she could bear. She allowed herself to look at the gauzed area where his eye should be. She remembered how one of his winks could always make her smile. His eyes always had such life in them, a secret delight with the world that she had always envied. Now, his gaze was hollow and dark. Tears falling down her face, she raised their joined hands to her lips.


For doyle_sb4:

Willow/Angel
*Set during "Pangs"
Willow drifted towards the coffee, feeling in the way, even though Willow plus caffeine equaled bad. She was almost to the counter when she felt strong arms wrap around her waist, then a cool hand covering her mouth. Fear was definitely a factor, but once she saw it was Angel, excitement joined fear, creating a low, familiar ache in her stomach. Apparently, her crush hadn’t died. But, of course, he was there for Buffy. Why wouldn’t he be? Willow sighed, her spirit dying a little. It was a ridiculous thought that faded instantly. Why would it ever be about her?


For showmelonely:
All inspired by "Lolita"

Wes/Dawn
Wesley watched her as she skipped around. Dawn’s short skirt flipped up, occasionally showing the soft, young skin of her thighs. She tossed her hair back, giving him her best seductive stare.

He walked around his desk, his tongue coming out to lick his lips slowly. She watched it intently, coming towards him. Sliding her hands up his chest, she began to nibble on his bottom lip, but he stopped her.

“You know what to do,” he said softly.

She rolled her eyes as she climbed onto the desk, her skirt flipping up completely, revealing her naked, wet, and ready.


Spike/Dawn
He swallowed hard as he watched Dawn swirl her tongue around the cherry lollypop. She sat across from him on the porch swing, her leg hanging off the side. The swing moved gently in the breeze on a quiet spring evening. She sat there totally unaware of what she was doing to him, taking such unadulterated pleasure in a sticky sweet that stained her lips. Spike gripped the armrest, his nails scouring the soft wood, before giving into temptation. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed those cherry red lips, his tongue delving into the sweetness of her mouth.


Giles/Willow
Giles caught himself looking at Willow again. She sat cross-legged with her laptop in her lap, her finger twirling her hair and her teeth chewing her bottom lip. He removed his glasses and cleaned them vigorously.

He concentrated on his reading when he found himself watching her again as she changed positions, her legs uncrossing until he could almost see…She looked up at him, “Good book, Giles?”

He nodded, “Yes, yes, most satisfactory.”

She hopped off the table she was sitting on and came behind him, her cheek almost touching his. “What is it about?” she whispered in his ear.


For britfacexx:

Wes/Buffy
Buffy brought her hands up to her temples. That piercing, annoying voice just wouldn’t stop.

“Miss Summers, you must follow the rules and regulation put forth by the Watcher’s Council. You must respect your duty.”

Buffy looked up to see Wesley crossing to her, his face stern and his lips pursed in an irritated manner. He was worse than Giles, but cuter…definitely cuter.

She smiled slowly as the idea sparked, her gaze becoming coy beneath her eyelashes. Without a word, she grabbed him and kissed him deeply. As she walked way, the grin widened. The voice was gone, mission accomplished.


For cheesygirl:

Wes/Lilah
As she rode him slowly, a drop of sweat fell down her neck, leaving a glistening trail before disappearing between her breasts. He watched it carefully, trying not to concentrate on the face of the woman on top of him. Lilah leaned forwards, increasing her rhythm, her pants coming faster. She noticed he avoided her gaze. As her pleasure peaked, she slid her fingers into his hair, forcing his head up. Her eyes burned into his and then she saw the glimmer of fear in his eyes that mirrored her own. They both came, bodies merging, but their stare broken.


Wes/Virginia
It was inconceivable. She looked at him as if he had the strength of a gladiator. She didn’t believe there was anything that he couldn’t handle. After so many years of cowering and shrieking, there was a girl who believed him to be a hero. He spent most of his day in the presence of those like Gunn and Angel, one a Champion and the other a street-roughened warrior. He often felt that were it not for his intellect, they would have no use for him at all. But, when he came home, he saw his greatness in her eyes.


Wes/Angel
*Set during "Reprise"
He knew that he was playing a dangerous game. In these dark moments, Angelus was seething under the surface, screaming for blood. The world was falling apart and he didn’t care. His quest was over. He had heard Wesley moving inside the lobby, probably taking the last of his book collection. It was hard to remember what happened. There was a look, a connection. And then, there was a hard body against his, a warm mouth that drifted from his lips to his chest, and a hot hand stroking his cock. For the first time in months, he wasn’t cold.


Angelus/Lilah
Angelus paced the cage, glancing at Lilah. Ok, it was true, her shiny hair was now saturated with grime, but she was still a beauty. He lifted his head and she had the most delicious scent. He walked up to the bars of the cage. “Come on, Lilah. Let’s work something out.” He reached his hand towards her. She backed away for a moment, but then inched closer to him. His hand barely touched the front of her blouse and hen drifted over to one full breast, his fingers brushing across her nipple. At her intake of breath, he smiled.


For palmaceae:

Lilah/Fred
She always loved the little whimpers of pleasure the girl made as Lilah stroked and licked her skin. Those cries drove Lilah to the brink, as she nibbled on Fred’s neck, sliding her tongue around her breasts, before bringing her mouth down lower. She hadn’t expected a girl who gave such sweet, innocent cries to be so needy. Fred’s small hands thrust into her hair, pulling Lilah down to her fevered skin. Her lithe body rose desperately to meet Lilah’s mouth. But, the beautiful moans unraveled her, bringing Lilah as close to heaven as she could ever hope to be.


For astridaria:

Spike/Illyria
He didn’t know how it happened exactly. There was punching and kicking, quite normal for them. But, then there were blue, luscious lips pressed against his and a hard body moving with his own. But, as he brought his hand up to her hair, stroking the silk of each tendril, he suddenly stopped. It felt like Fred’s hair. He quickly clutched her armored waist, his mind frantically trying to forget, and his hand still tingling from the sensation. He ended the kiss just long enough to stare into her bright blue eyes. She was definitely not Fred. Fred was gone.


For cornerofmadness:

Spike/Dru
Spike watched his love sleeping, her body like sculpted marble. It was cool to the touch, but exquisite. He followed the long lines of her legs, one leg nudged between his own. Her beautiful dark hair tickled his chin slightly. He felt inspired just being near her, beautiful sonnets on the tip of his tongue but never uttered aloud. She was everything he wanted, everything he needed. He heard small murmurs coming from her as she slept and then a soft laugh. His princess was dreaming. As he brought his ear to her mouth, a single word was whispered, “Angelus.”


Connor/Faith
Connor tried not to look at her. Cordelia didn’t like it and he wanted to make Cordelia happy. She was so sensitive right now that he knew anything could set her off. So, he stayed away from Faith. But, he couldn’t help the pictures in his mind, could he? Her long, dark hair flying around her face, her sultry eyes staring at him, and her come-hither grin all invaded his dreams. He woke up hard and aching and tried to think of the mother of his child. But the slayer transfixed him and there was no room for anyone else.


For redwolfoz:

Spike/Dawn
Dawn reached over Spike, trying to grab the remote from his hand. He held her off easily with an arm around her waist. With a pout, she gave up. “Why can’t we watch “Shakespeare in Love”? It’s romantic.”

Spike rolled his eyes, “That’s exactly why we can’t watch it, all those sonnets and men in tights and kissing. It’s disgusting. Besides, “The Bourne Identity” is romantic. Look, that girl is killing people violently for her boyfriend or at least, the guy she’s sleeping with.”

Dawn smiled, “Switch it or I tell everyone about the “Howard’s End” DVD in your closet.”


For flurblewig:

Spike/Harmony
They both cried out as pleasure overwhelmed them. She collapsed on top of him, nuzzling his chest. Spike had to hand it to her, she wasn’t the brightest match in the box, but she was amazing in bed. He stretched contentedly as she sat up, gazing down at him, her eyes seeking his approval.

“Bloody brilliant, baby.”

She lit up, her smile wide and happy. “Oh, Spikey…”

Then, he rattled the handcuffs around his wrists against the headboard, “Alright, Harm, time to take these off.”

Her smile faded, “Oh, right…uh, there’s just a teeny, tiny problem with the key.”

“Harm!”


Angel/Cordelia
Cordelia slid into bed with him, her movements quiet and hesitant so she wouldn’t wake him. She watched him sleep with a smile. He looked younger, if that was even possible. His jaw was relaxed and his mouth was slightly open. She reached out a finger and lightly traced his bottom lip, reveling in its softness. He shifted a little and she snatched her hand back quickly. Angel couldn’t know about these nightly visits. She needed to stop them, they were pointless. As she carefully left the bed, she stopped as she heard a single whisper in the darkness, “Cordelia.”


I'll probably do this about once a week, so be thinking of what you want to see! I'm having fun with these!