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snoggedTitle: Pulchritudinous
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Word Count: 145
Rating: FRT/PG; vague sexual reference
Setting: Season 4 (references to the past)
Summary: Willow’s always had a talent for spelling…
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A/N: written forlzod as a belated birthday present. I tried to make this Willow/Spike, but my muse just wouldn’t let me. So I hope you enjoy it anyways!
When Willow was six years old, her father challenged her to spell the word ‘pulchritude’ and promised to take her out for ice cream if she was able to pull it off. Desperate for attention and approval, her developing brain fired into action and she timidly responded, each syllable falling effortlessly from her lips.
More perturbed than impressed, Ira took her to Malt Madness and let her order a triple-scoop butter brickle in a waffle cone. She devoured it greedily, pleased to be rewarded and pleased that her daddy didn’t back out on the deal.
It was more than a decade before she heard the word again, this time conjugated as an adjective used to describe her beauty. Without hesitation, Willow spelled it out for Tara, tracing the letters over her girlfriend’s flesh and rewarding herself with a treat far sweeter than ice cream.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Word Count: 145
Rating: FRT/PG; vague sexual reference
Setting: Season 4 (references to the past)
Summary: Willow’s always had a talent for spelling…
Beta:
snowpuppiesA/N: written for
lzod as a belated birthday present. I tried to make this Willow/Spike, but my muse just wouldn’t let me. So I hope you enjoy it anyways!When Willow was six years old, her father challenged her to spell the word ‘pulchritude’ and promised to take her out for ice cream if she was able to pull it off. Desperate for attention and approval, her developing brain fired into action and she timidly responded, each syllable falling effortlessly from her lips.
More perturbed than impressed, Ira took her to Malt Madness and let her order a triple-scoop butter brickle in a waffle cone. She devoured it greedily, pleased to be rewarded and pleased that her daddy didn’t back out on the deal.
It was more than a decade before she heard the word again, this time conjugated as an adjective used to describe her beauty. Without hesitation, Willow spelled it out for Tara, tracing the letters over her girlfriend’s flesh and rewarding herself with a treat far sweeter than ice cream.