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Too Many Hands

Too Many HandsSpike sat at the counter watching Dawn make hot chocolate. The Potentials had disappeared on a training expedition, leaving the house strangely quiet.

"So," Dawn placed the mugs in the microwave, pushing a button to nuke the milk. "What was your road trip with Andrew like?"

Spike shrugged. "He talks a lot. About total bollocks most of time, but thumping him would be like kicking a puppy. And when he rides pillion he seems to gain extra hands."

Andrew groping Spike was more than Dawn needed to know. But when she thought about it... "So where exactly were Andrew's hands?"

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open_on_sundaychallenge #112: missing scenes

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elen_ancalima
4th Jul, 2005 11:56 (UTC)
"So where exactly were Andrew's hands?"

Holding on to the gearshift. I'd wager ...
redwolf
4th Jul, 2005 12:02 (UTC)
That would be my guess too.
elen_ancalima
4th Jul, 2005 12:13 (UTC)
No doubt *evil grin*

I really enjoy reading your drabbles - I'd like to friend you if you don't mind.
redwolf
4th Jul, 2005 22:29 (UTC)
I don't mind at all. Always nice to hear you enjoy the writing.