*dusts off unused journal*
Figured I'd put this one over here, since that's where all my fic is. Snagged from pretty much everyone:
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Upon request, I will post a random line or two from any of these you choose. Assuming that the file adds up to a full
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Darla: Last I heard, you'd given up killing and were busy making doe-eyes at the Slayer.
Spike: I didn't give up killing. I had a bloody government chip in my head! And the only reason I made nice with the Slayer was so she wouldn't kill me when I couldn't fight back ( ... )
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Angrily, reluctantly, he yanked open the buttons of his fly, letting his erection spring free. He slid down further in the chair, letting his sprawling legs fall open as his fist closed around his sensitive cock. He closed his eyes and remembered her, how she smelled, how she tasted, in those brief moments when she’d returned his love. He felt the imagined pressure of her lips on his, the ghostly caress of her hands.
He jerked his hand rapidly up and down his length, and the friction almost made him warm enough to pretend it was her hot little hand surrounding him. His head fell back against the chair as his hips lifted off the seat with each needy thrust. Biting back her name from falling from his lips, he clenched his jaw and clawed at the armrest with his free hand.
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Aww, I'm sad this will never in its entirety see the light of day. But great beginning, for sure!
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