Standard disclaimers apply. First fanfic - shred and discard of you must but please let me know if you like it.
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"Look at this. There's a web site where people write stories about us having sex! It's called fanfiction."
"Whot??"
"Yeah, here, look. They make up all these weird positions."
"Show me."
"The position or the story? Here's one where you, you know, do this, and then I do that."
"Bloody hell! We never did that!"
"Yeah, that's why it's called fiction. But they've put a lot of imagination into it and some of it might be fun."
"Hum, that one there makes me tingle in places I didn't know could tingle. But this one, I don't think it's possible."
"I think you're reading it wrong. See it says I do this . . . and you . . . Umm!"
"Oh . . . Oooh!"
"And look at this other one. That's a pretty imaginative use of a whip, tongs, and a lampshade."
"Do you have a lampshade that large?"
"We could buy one. And here's one - b/s, x/s, x/a. That means you and me, then you and Xander then Xander and Anya or it could mean Angel."
"If anyone tried that with me there'd be character death for sure."
"Messy, messy character death."
"Luv, this is getting to me. Do you think we could send Lil'Bit away for a while? Like a year? I have some money for emergencies. We could send her to a convent in Europe."
"Hey, I heard that. I'm not going to a foreign girls school so you two can boink your brains out!"
"How about shopping? Would you like to go to San Diego for the weekend to shop? Tara could take you."
"Sure!" Soto voice "I can check up on you guys by reading fanfiction."
"Dawn, you're not 17! NC-17 means don't read it till then."
"How else am I supposed to learn about sex? You guys are too busy doing it to talk to me!"
"Dawn!"
Later, Dawn and Tara are gone.
"Let's try this one. You put your leg there and I put my . . . Here . . . Um, nice. That's a keeper."
"OK, now try the next one where you turn over here and I . . . Hey, it doesn't work."
"Not unless one of us bends in unnatural places."
"So that's out. How about this one?"
"On my head in a closet? Someone's got issues."
"Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh! Put a gold star on this one!"
"I want to try story #15177. How's that?"
"Humm, you can do that while I do this thing in #35336. Ou, ouch! Bad, bad idea!"
"Which one are you doing now? #25556 or #53208?"
"I've gone back to #12974. I think that's all I want to do from now on. Ummm."
"That's fine for you but it leaves me high and dry. Where did we put that lampshade?"
Later later . . .
Dawn takes out the iBook that she bought at a used computer store in San Diego and types in a bookmark for fanficion.net. Monday she will pick up the cable modem. Buffy won't know, Willow pays the bills.
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"Look at this. There's a web site where people write stories about us having sex! It's called fanfiction."
"Whot??"
"Yeah, here, look. They make up all these weird positions."
"Show me."
"The position or the story? Here's one where you, you know, do this, and then I do that."
"Bloody hell! We never did that!"
"Yeah, that's why it's called fiction. But they've put a lot of imagination into it and some of it might be fun."
"Hum, that one there makes me tingle in places I didn't know could tingle. But this one, I don't think it's possible."
"I think you're reading it wrong. See it says I do this . . . and you . . . Umm!"
"Oh . . . Oooh!"
"And look at this other one. That's a pretty imaginative use of a whip, tongs, and a lampshade."
"Do you have a lampshade that large?"
"We could buy one. And here's one - b/s, x/s, x/a. That means you and me, then you and Xander then Xander and Anya or it could mean Angel."
"If anyone tried that with me there'd be character death for sure."
"Messy, messy character death."
"Luv, this is getting to me. Do you think we could send Lil'Bit away for a while? Like a year? I have some money for emergencies. We could send her to a convent in Europe."
"Hey, I heard that. I'm not going to a foreign girls school so you two can boink your brains out!"
"How about shopping? Would you like to go to San Diego for the weekend to shop? Tara could take you."
"Sure!" Soto voice "I can check up on you guys by reading fanfiction."
"Dawn, you're not 17! NC-17 means don't read it till then."
"How else am I supposed to learn about sex? You guys are too busy doing it to talk to me!"
"Dawn!"
Later, Dawn and Tara are gone.
"Let's try this one. You put your leg there and I put my . . . Here . . . Um, nice. That's a keeper."
"OK, now try the next one where you turn over here and I . . . Hey, it doesn't work."
"Not unless one of us bends in unnatural places."
"So that's out. How about this one?"
"On my head in a closet? Someone's got issues."
"Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh! Put a gold star on this one!"
"I want to try story #15177. How's that?"
"Humm, you can do that while I do this thing in #35336. Ou, ouch! Bad, bad idea!"
"Which one are you doing now? #25556 or #53208?"
"I've gone back to #12974. I think that's all I want to do from now on. Ummm."
"That's fine for you but it leaves me high and dry. Where did we put that lampshade?"
Later later . . .
Dawn takes out the iBook that she bought at a used computer store in San Diego and types in a bookmark for fanficion.net. Monday she will pick up the cable modem. Buffy won't know, Willow pays the bills.