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open_on_sunday -- "Hair" challenge
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agilebritTitle: The Scent of Her Hair
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13 for naughty thoughts
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for:open_on_sunday's "Hair" challenge.
Notes: Spike thinks about the women in his life... And, yeah, I know, there's a fanon bunny in there.
He'd loved Dru's hair. Soft, silky, smelling of blood and cinnamon--elaborately coiffed for a party or spread out on a pillow as he made love to her, her dark brown tresses were her signature, running his fingers through them his chief delight.
And Buffy...the honey locks of the Slayer held the fragrance of vamp dust and vanilla. The style changed over time, but not the scent. Even now, a whiff of vanilla candles took him back to the dances they shared.
Now Illyria. She smelled indescribable, like nothing he'd ever known. And that was most intoxicating of all.
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13 for naughty thoughts
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for:
open_on_sunday's "Hair" challenge.Notes: Spike thinks about the women in his life... And, yeah, I know, there's a fanon bunny in there.
He'd loved Dru's hair. Soft, silky, smelling of blood and cinnamon--elaborately coiffed for a party or spread out on a pillow as he made love to her, her dark brown tresses were her signature, running his fingers through them his chief delight.
And Buffy...the honey locks of the Slayer held the fragrance of vamp dust and vanilla. The style changed over time, but not the scent. Even now, a whiff of vanilla candles took him back to the dances they shared.
Now Illyria. She smelled indescribable, like nothing he'd ever known. And that was most intoxicating of all.
