Eaten by Weasels (eatenbyweasels) wrote in ebw_buffyslash, @ 2008-03-22 16:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | 15, 500 words and under, humour, wesley/spike |
The Quickie and the Dead. Wesley/Spike. 15
Drabble. flurblewig asked for Spesley, voyeurism and filth. But my poetic muse took an unhealthy interest; two out out three ain't bad. *sings*: "Gimme the moonlight......"
The Quickie and the Dead
Spotlight of a cubbing moon. Night-kissed flesh braced to rooftop brick. Unseen eyes watch fingers caress jealous leather; folds swept back from naked, restless hips.
Paths of lovers old and imagined, trailed by fingertips between peaking fires. Wetted lips mime a hiss.
Sharp sighs peak above the murmur of traffic. Slick-slap-slick and a hard length bleeds sequins to the moon. A name gasped to the breeze, the rude splatter of spunk on asphalt and the spell breaks like a sweat.
Spike straightens up and curses; if Percy's got spunk on his duster again, he can bloody well pay the dry-cleaner.