Legacy (2)

Jan 20, 2010 20:59

Their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Anne pressed close to her lover's form. In a few hours she would have to go back to the grind of the diner. Avoiding Mitch's gropes, dealing with smart-ass customers and small-time cons who tried to play twenty-and-one. Here, now, under the covers of this badly-sprung bed in this tiny apartment? She ( Read more... )

fic, legacy, anne, btvs

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parcae_lj January 21 2010, 02:18:06 UTC
I'm curious to find out where you're going with this.

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caira January 21 2010, 05:28:10 UTC
Oh, very Joss. All that angst and foreboding and then a funny British swearword. (Oh, and kudos for getting it right and not using the present continuous.)

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frogfarm January 21 2010, 08:36:10 UTC
I really, really hope you get more recognition for this one. I can already tell it's gonna be a doozy.

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tigerlily0484 February 16 2010, 08:46:56 UTC
I'm sorry I wasn't able to read this before now, while simultaneously (and rather selfishly, :S) being glad that I didn't. Angsty Teen Petulance was very real, and rather heart-wrenching.

Looking forward to more. :)

(One small nitpick - in the last sentence of the para that begins She checked her watch, I think you might have meant 'call'. Or I could be wrong...)

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