red wolf (redwolf) wrote,
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LighterFlip, flick, snap. The repetitive, hypnotic motion of Spike playing with his lighter was fascinating. Strong, elegant hands making the lighter dance as much as its flame.

"For someone allergic to the fire, you just can't leave it alone." Dawn grabbed the lighter, pocketing the object before boredom created vampire flambé or yet another difficult to explain singe mark on the lounge.

Spike tackled Dawn, pinning her firmly beneath him, his eyes dancing with more than mischief as his hand slowly snaked between their bodies to retrieve his prize. "What can I say, Bit. I like to play with fire."

open_on_sundaychallenge #48: element: fire
Tags: dawn summers, fan fiction, fiction, spike
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