"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."


- mood:
mischievous
- noise:the doors — light my fire
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love,
dacie
I've got no current plans to extend them, despite the lovely
Probably worth mentioning that the last lengthy story I wrote was sitting in limbo for three years before I finished the damn thing, so I'm getting back in the swing of writing by playing with
If you like, we can play by those rules and I'll do you a Spawn story. Either 100 words or 15 minutes, pick a challenge word or theme.
I do not 'drop continual hints'. I restrain myself to shameless begging. ;-)
So, 15 minutes. Word? chainsaw (don't. ask. Angelus wants to play with one. Damn the man. vamp. whatever. *pouts*) Oh, and if it could be R+ D/S I'd be in your debt forever. *winks*