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snoggedTitle: Strange Love
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don't own anything. Please don't sue.
Rating/Warning: FRM/R; femme slash, sexually suggestive themes, humor
Pairing: Harmony/Illyria, implied Spike/Angel
Summary: Sometimes, love makes for a strange bedfellow…
Word Count: 229
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling and/or grammar errors.
A/N: written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
nekid_spike Valentine’s Day Couple Challenge. I picked Harmony and the female wild card and I blame ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sevendeadlyfun for putting this pairing idea in my head so long ago for a feedmykink challenge. This is really the first time I’ve written Illyria so I hope I did okay with it.
“Blondie bear, I don’t expect you to understand but she gives me what I need. She’s there for me. And sure, she’s not Charlize Theron but she’s…”
“Stop,” Spike muttered, still reeling from the site laid out in front of him. It wasn’t that he had any issues with girls making out, or getting messy with chocolate syrup and licking it off of one another…but this just seemed weird.
“Do you wish to join us? The ritual of pleasure, of bodies melding, is quite satisfactory.”
Illyria tilted her head and a small smile twitched at the corners of her lips. It was a sharp contrast to the coldness in her dark eyes and Spike was willing to hazard a guess that maybe Harm wasn’t quite living up to the God’s expectations.
“I’m aware, pet,” Spike replied. “Jus’ not interested. I got other Valentine’s Day plans.”
Harmony snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m finally interested in girl, girl, boy and you go running in the other direction. That’s so typical! You’re such an ass.”
Spike flinched slightly, but remained unfazed. “You chits have fun.” And with that he turned on his heel and headed towards Angel’s office.
He needed to get buggered and he needed it bloody fast. It was Valentine’s Day after all. And who better to lick his wounds than his own fucked up love.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don't own anything. Please don't sue.
Rating/Warning: FRM/R; femme slash, sexually suggestive themes, humor
Pairing: Harmony/Illyria, implied Spike/Angel
Summary: Sometimes, love makes for a strange bedfellow…
Word Count: 229
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling and/or grammar errors.
A/N: written for the
nekid_spike Valentine’s Day Couple Challenge. I picked Harmony and the female wild card and I blame sevendeadlyfun for putting this pairing idea in my head so long ago for a feedmykink challenge. This is really the first time I’ve written Illyria so I hope I did okay with it.“Blondie bear, I don’t expect you to understand but she gives me what I need. She’s there for me. And sure, she’s not Charlize Theron but she’s…”
“Stop,” Spike muttered, still reeling from the site laid out in front of him. It wasn’t that he had any issues with girls making out, or getting messy with chocolate syrup and licking it off of one another…but this just seemed weird.
“Do you wish to join us? The ritual of pleasure, of bodies melding, is quite satisfactory.”
Illyria tilted her head and a small smile twitched at the corners of her lips. It was a sharp contrast to the coldness in her dark eyes and Spike was willing to hazard a guess that maybe Harm wasn’t quite living up to the God’s expectations.
“I’m aware, pet,” Spike replied. “Jus’ not interested. I got other Valentine’s Day plans.”
Harmony snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m finally interested in girl, girl, boy and you go running in the other direction. That’s so typical! You’re such an ass.”
Spike flinched slightly, but remained unfazed. “You chits have fun.” And with that he turned on his heel and headed towards Angel’s office.
He needed to get buggered and he needed it bloody fast. It was Valentine’s Day after all. And who better to lick his wounds than his own fucked up love.
