freecat15

I realized I didn't post the nominated drabble on my journal yet ...one of these days I'm going to go though my stuff and post the few things I posted elsewhere (including haiku and such...) here too. Even if most people on my flist have read it already, it feels...more complete, somehow.
And I'm starting with this.

The double drabble was written for  sb_fag_ends. It was inspired by the wonderful banner nmcil12 posted over at Seasonal Spuffy: http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/562061.html . Go have a look at it if you haven't already.

Many thanks to the lovely red_satin_doll who beta read it, despite still being half sick.

Title: see me feel me/ touch me heal me
Prompt: Wishful Thinking
Setting: BtVS s6, around DMP
Rating: PG15
Length: 200 words (plus titles)



see me feel me

Her eyes are closed.

He presses a kiss right beside one, a silent plea to open them, but she turns her head. Striving away from him, always away, with every part she doesn’t need connected to him.

At the same time she clamps him with her legs, hard, punishing him instantly for this audacity, making unmistakably clear which part of him she’s here for. Not his lips.

Not on her face at least.

‘Buffy.’

He only thinks her name, softly, tenderly. Needing to be closer to her, but not daring to say it.

He wishes she would see him.



touch me heal me

She can almost hear him say her name, the same tenderness in his voice that she feels in his hands on her body. She tries to flee from it, to move away from him.

Can’t though. Can’t afford to leave this behind. This brief connection to the world, this brief semblance of life.

His kiss beside her eye burns into her, and she feels tears welling up behind her lids. Can’t shed them, of course. Can’t open her eyes. He already knows too much.

Because however she tries to hide, he always sees her.

She’s afraid she could see him too.



(Titles by The Who)

cryptwarmer postet a challenge over at the Elysian Fields LJ page: 'Post a Spuffy pic here as a challenge. Someone sees the pic, and writes a drabble, short dialogue, haiku (or longer poem) based on their interpretation of the pic.'

Here is my contribution:




A 'true' drabble (100 words)



‚She’s our friend. We’ll take care of her.’

He terribly mimics an American accent, waggling his head mockingly before angrily kicking against the sarcophagus.
Yeah, of course they will. He snorts. Like they’ve done so well all this time, right? Like rescuing her from sodding heaven, for God’s sake, and not even realizing it.
Like trying to make her forget instead of helping her deal. Or ignoring her pain altogether and just rejoicing in her being back.

Fine friends they are.

He hopes they’ll give her some ice for her neck.
But they won’t.

They don’t know her well enough.



(Not betaed, sorry for any mistakes; please point them out...)