Spike and Willow. Season 3, set after "Lover's Walk" "A spell. For me. You're gonna do a spell for me." Spike growled. "Uh. . .w-what kind of spell?" "A love spell! Are you brain dead?" Willow rolled over, clutching a pillow to her chest but still the phantom words echoed in her sleeping mind. "You lie to me and I'll shove this through your face! Do yo...
After reading some of the stories here, I felt that the readers would appreciate hearing about something that happened during my junior year at college. I went to school in Southern California and lived in an on-campus two-bedroom apartment. Me and my friend Tara shared the larger bedroom, and another friend, Courtney, had the smaller one. My boyfriend, Trev...
Sweat rolled off of Hank McCoy's brow as he made his way into the locker room area after a particularly difficult training session in the Danger Room. The Professor had pushed the kids hard, harder than he'd ever done before. They were coming into their powers, for sure, but why did he have to make everything so tough? "Hey, Hank," Bobby Drake hailed as he...
Chapter I - Dreams and Adventures Await! The Pokéball shaped alarm clock on your bedside table hovers on 6:59 before blinking to 7:00 am. A loud, rather irritating sound buzzes out from the speakers. Your hazel eyes flick open almost immediately as the sound continues to repeat its same four-note tone. You guide your honey brown hair out of your eyes and aro...
While my Master has slept I have cleaned and decorated myself with gold jewelry, and gathered my hair into whisps. I also readied a meal for Him while He slept. It is a meal of chicken, rice, various fruits cubed, two different kinds of bread with red wine vinegar and olive oil to dip the bread in, and red wine. I take all of the meal, and wine to the roug...
Trying to control his breathing. Paul knew it was perhaps the stupidest thing he had done. No, wrong, it was definitely the stupidest and most dangerous thing he had done. Not gay, not bi, so why did he do this. Why had he provided a complete stranger, obviously with sexual intentions, his home address. Why explain to a stranger, well someone who he chatted...
She sheds her clothes next to pond's edge. The setting sun frames her body with a translucent quality that mirrors the heat building up inside her. Without even walking into the water she can already feel her spine tingling with expectation. The water will be warm. she knows it will embrace her body completely and when it meets her pelvis it will mask the wa...
I tried to keep the inflection out of my voice as I said goodbye, but he caught it anyway. Something about my tone or my expression, body language—whatever. My composure amazed me as I watched my stoic self from a distant emotional perch. I promised that self, that hurt and angry woman, ample time to deal with the raw feelings later. Alone. At that moment, I...
Chapter Three—Dr. Doctor David Doctor, Ph.D. reminded Tessa of James Earl Jones. Big and tall and black, with a very authoritative voice. He was also very kind. "Dr. Doctor?" Tessa inquired as the large man entered. "There's no need to call me Dr., Miss Truman. I'm not a medical doctor, merely a Ph.D. despite the unfortunate surname. Pleased to meet you."...
What first attracted my eyes to her was her height, for she was about two heads taller than most of the other women in the crowd. Her bright pink hair sported streaks of black down each side, and her oil-black sunglasses, worn inside the hectic train station, made many people stop and stare at her, usually before quickly scurrying out of her way. Yet, despit...