May 17th, 2004

tank girl


TangentTime seemed to stand still as Dawn watched Spike's elegant hands unbuttoning his jeans.

They were the hands that had shown her how to carefully roll spitballs and launch them with exacting precision at the back of Xander's head. The hands that had comforted her during their Summer sans-Buffy. The hands that had held her hair back in the aftermath of too much Blackberry Schnapps.

Dawn captured Spike's hands in her own and brought them to her lips. "How about we leave the games for another time." She wove her fingers through his hair and pulled him into a kiss.

open_on_sundaychallenge #60: hands
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