Sleeping Contemplationsp
Written by Starr
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Distrubution: *blinks* Dunno who would want THIS exact piece of ficcy, but
if need be... you can have! Just e-mail me at PsychosisStar@aol.com to tell
me where it's going. Otherwise, it's yours!
Dedication: Alyson Hannigan for being one of... if not the most beautiful redhead alive. (Female that is. Seth Green would be her male equivelant!!) p Feedback: PLEASE?!! This is my first fanfic that I've had put out online. I'm sort of nervous and very much in need of feedback. What do you guys think? Be brutally honest!!! pDisclaimer: These charactors all belong to the allmighty and somewhat invalid Joss. I just borrow them for my own discrete and dirty pleasure. *licks lips and grabs Oz, Willow, and a bottle of whip cream* But enjoy and don't sue me!!!!!p p p Her red air lay across his chest. With each breath she took, he could feel it slightly rise and fall over his still heart. She felt so war in his arms. So close, he could hear her even breathing and the steady drum of her heartbeat. His fingers hesitantly sought out her hair. His fingers entangling within it and massages her scalp. His apprehension of touching her slowly fading away. It seemed like a miracle to him that she was in his arms. That she could be so at ease within his embrace... p A soft, sleep induced moan slipped from her lips, undisturbed though by the the prescence of his touch. She merely snuggled into his arms and purred. Her face a serene glow around it from the bliss that only sleep could bring. They had gone through so much the past few years. From Veruca to her loss of Tara. There was so much that had come between the two, so much that had changed the two. But it was over now. What's done was done and all they had left after their trials and tribulations was eachother. pSpike let out an unneeded breath of air and kissed his sleeping witches forehead. brWhen he was with her, nothing could go wrong. br End
Dedication: Alyson Hannigan for being one of... if not the most beautiful redhead alive. (Female that is. Seth Green would be her male equivelant!!) p Feedback: PLEASE?!! This is my first fanfic that I've had put out online. I'm sort of nervous and very much in need of feedback. What do you guys think? Be brutally honest!!! pDisclaimer: These charactors all belong to the allmighty and somewhat invalid Joss. I just borrow them for my own discrete and dirty pleasure. *licks lips and grabs Oz, Willow, and a bottle of whip cream* But enjoy and don't sue me!!!!!p p p Her red air lay across his chest. With each breath she took, he could feel it slightly rise and fall over his still heart. She felt so war in his arms. So close, he could hear her even breathing and the steady drum of her heartbeat. His fingers hesitantly sought out her hair. His fingers entangling within it and massages her scalp. His apprehension of touching her slowly fading away. It seemed like a miracle to him that she was in his arms. That she could be so at ease within his embrace... p A soft, sleep induced moan slipped from her lips, undisturbed though by the the prescence of his touch. She merely snuggled into his arms and purred. Her face a serene glow around it from the bliss that only sleep could bring. They had gone through so much the past few years. From Veruca to her loss of Tara. There was so much that had come between the two, so much that had changed the two. But it was over now. What's done was done and all they had left after their trials and tribulations was eachother. pSpike let out an unneeded breath of air and kissed his sleeping witches forehead. brWhen he was with her, nothing could go wrong. br End