Title: Let It Snow
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine; they're Whedon's. sob
Written for: LJ Community Spillyria's "Snow" challenge.
Notes: Snow? /snerk/ There's no snow in LA. So, I went in a slightly...different direction.
Illyria strode out of the ladies' room and practically ran Spike over. "Whoa, Bluebird! What's your rush?" He looked at her a little more closely. "What the hell is that under your nose?"

"The woman called it..." She cocked her head. "Snow." Backing him up against the wall, she traced the scar over his eyebrow with one finger and ran her tongue over her lips. "You are very handsome for a half-breed. I wish to copulate with you."

Fifteen minutes later, a disheveled Spike burst into Angel's office. "Maybe you need to start testing your employees for drugs, not just evil."