Ice

08/10/2011

Faith thinks they seem almost too thin to be legal, like she’s fucking a school girl, but that’s B, all skin and bone and self-righteous attitude.


Heads or Tails

08/10/2011

“Heads, you sleep in the motel room; tails, you sleep on the bus.”


Coastal

08/10/2011

Faith’s voice breaks into Buffy’s solitary contemplation of the sunset. The three months since the closing of the hellmouth have reduced their numbers as most of the girls, slayers now, have gone off, either home to their parents or to find their own way, but solitude is still in short supply.


Benefits

08/10/2011

“I believe this is what they call a Mexican standoff.” Xander glared at Spike. Spike glared right back.


Bedtime Story

08/10/2011

“Tell me a story.”

“Dawnie, you’re too old for stories.” Still, Buffy sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh.


Because

08/10/2011

I don’t want to ask myself why; I don’t want to know the answer—but if I didn’t come back wrong, what the hell am I doing?


An Evening at the Gallery

08/10/2011

It’s worse than the candy.


The Same Old Story

02/10/2011

Faith’s mouth tastes like saltwater taffy and cigarettes.


Dream Lover (days I feel your twin remix)

02/10/2011

Identity can be fluid.


things to do at poolside when you’re dead

20/09/2011

Heaven is for hooking up.