May 24th, 2004

tank girl

Exchange

ExchangeHolding Spike's hand, his fingers warm from her body heat, Dawn applied the final touches to his now black, thank you very much, fingernails. She blew gently on his nails, surprised at the moan her soft breath had drawn from Spike.

Looking up from her work, Dawn met Spike's eyes, bright with lust. Her first thought was something Janice had said; boys could be friends or boyfriends, and if they were boyfriends they may never be friends again.

Swallowing that small niggle of doubt, Dawn leaned in and met Spike's lips. Sometimes following your heart was worth taking a risk.


open_on_sundaychallenge #61: endings
Part of the Hand!verse