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So, um, been hiding in the house today not making CDs. I'm not a machine after all. This got started over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
karabair's journal and ended up a double drabble. That's my new term, 'cause it's about 200 words or so. Ficlet is gay. Hee! Folks, it's this or everyone takes a dirt nap, if you catch my meaning. Thanks for the love!
Title: Singular
Rating: PG-13, but barely
Pairing: Wes/Fred
Warning: Angst. We're talking Fred and Wes, people.
A/N: Tried to keep this cannon, which makes me sad. I don't think they really did it, because they had, like, five minutes of joy, and my Wes can go all night.
Her shy smile meant something different now. The sight of her thick lashes on her cheek made it feel as if his heart was being squeezed. She breathlessly called out his name as his mouth found the pulse behind her ear. And she giggled when he gently rubbed his stubble against the delicate skin of her neck.
She opened her eyes and looked at him while her hands found their way under the rough fabric of his shirt. As her hands manuevered to his waist band, he pulled her closer, whispering love words to her, meaningless noise really, but she understood completely.
He kissed her softly, delicately, as if she would break. He wanted to cherish her, to worship her. He didn't bury his hands in her hair as he longed to. He softly brushed it from her face, leaned his face into it as she slid his jeans over his hips, and whispered, "I love you," into it.
While his hands moved like small birds over her body, her hands moved with purpose. She cupped his backside and guided him on top of her small body and she smiled at his quiet, serious face. As he began to move within her, he kept their foreheads together, oblivious to the tears that ran down his face to mix with hers.
She climaxed before he did with a cry that turned into the giggle he loved. She put both hands to his face, stroking the stubble with her thumbs and whipsered, "I love you. I have for awhile, you know." He clutched her to his body and felt his own release. He quietly said into her hair, her ear, her neck, "oh, I love you. I love you."
He rolled to his side and pulled her to him, holding her there as if she would vanish. That giggle again. "Wesley, Wesley, are you alright?"
Wesley opened his eyes and saw Fred's landlord looking down at him with worry, the front door pulled off its hinges.
"I - I heard a noise and she's usually such a quiet girl. Then I decided to check and I found you passed out here. Are you okay?"
Wesley slowly stood, reached up to find the lump that had already formed on the back of his head from being thrown. Illyria had left, and Wesley decided quickly that someone will pay. She was so brave in the end... After a quick check to make sure he had his office keys, Wesley ignored the questions from the old man, and headed for the laboratory at Wolfram & Hart.
karabair's journal and ended up a double drabble. That's my new term, 'cause it's about 200 words or so. Ficlet is gay. Hee! Folks, it's this or everyone takes a dirt nap, if you catch my meaning. Thanks for the love!Title: Singular
Rating: PG-13, but barely
Pairing: Wes/Fred
Warning: Angst. We're talking Fred and Wes, people.
A/N: Tried to keep this cannon, which makes me sad. I don't think they really did it, because they had, like, five minutes of joy, and my Wes can go all night.
Her shy smile meant something different now. The sight of her thick lashes on her cheek made it feel as if his heart was being squeezed. She breathlessly called out his name as his mouth found the pulse behind her ear. And she giggled when he gently rubbed his stubble against the delicate skin of her neck.
She opened her eyes and looked at him while her hands found their way under the rough fabric of his shirt. As her hands manuevered to his waist band, he pulled her closer, whispering love words to her, meaningless noise really, but she understood completely.
He kissed her softly, delicately, as if she would break. He wanted to cherish her, to worship her. He didn't bury his hands in her hair as he longed to. He softly brushed it from her face, leaned his face into it as she slid his jeans over his hips, and whispered, "I love you," into it.
While his hands moved like small birds over her body, her hands moved with purpose. She cupped his backside and guided him on top of her small body and she smiled at his quiet, serious face. As he began to move within her, he kept their foreheads together, oblivious to the tears that ran down his face to mix with hers.
She climaxed before he did with a cry that turned into the giggle he loved. She put both hands to his face, stroking the stubble with her thumbs and whipsered, "I love you. I have for awhile, you know." He clutched her to his body and felt his own release. He quietly said into her hair, her ear, her neck, "oh, I love you. I love you."
He rolled to his side and pulled her to him, holding her there as if she would vanish. That giggle again. "Wesley, Wesley, are you alright?"
Wesley opened his eyes and saw Fred's landlord looking down at him with worry, the front door pulled off its hinges.
"I - I heard a noise and she's usually such a quiet girl. Then I decided to check and I found you passed out here. Are you okay?"
Wesley slowly stood, reached up to find the lump that had already formed on the back of his head from being thrown. Illyria had left, and Wesley decided quickly that someone will pay. She was so brave in the end... After a quick check to make sure he had his office keys, Wesley ignored the questions from the old man, and headed for the laboratory at Wolfram & Hart.
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Before I go, however,
::puts on Fred's glasses, attempts to look intelligent, fails miserably::
fic lengths -
100 words is a drabble.
500 words and under is a flash fiction.
500 to 1000 words is a short short.
1000 to 15000 words is a short story.
17500 words is a novella.
40000 words is a novel. And quite a frightening idea.
So you have a flash fiction here, darling.
:)
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I like Illyria too, but Fred made me cry when she died. Wes, too.
I made you sad! Whoo hoo! I mean, have a cookie, sweetheart.
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(-:
Oh and I quite liked your fic.
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Thank you for saying you liked it! I just glanced up and saw the "oh, I love you" bit and got all teary again. Damn you Joss, you beautiful bastard!
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Sorry. I'm still a little bitter about that part of "The Girl In Question." Her last damn request to you was "tell my parents I wasn't scared," Wes. C'mon, you couldn't fulfill a girl's last request?
::snuggles Wes even as she scolds him::
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I love my Wes because of that, however...
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We'll call it a novel, just to be rebels.
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My double drabble ficy fracky novel bama jama is grateful for your readership...
(Shameless self pimp: did you see the Connor/Steven ficcy flash gordon thing prior to this? Huh? Didja? Minimum hatred of Connor is my solemn vow to you.)
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I did read it and I loved it, especially the bit where you fitted in the macrame plant holder and the walrus in the fishnets. I'd never thought of it in conjunction with Conner before now, but now that you mention it it all makes sence. You're a freckin genius!
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::snuggles Wes even as she scolds him::
oh, I know, but I understand why he did it. I've always been a fan of the Saving Lie in fiction. also, I think at this point he really really wants his MindWipe back. he's just paying it forward.
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That was lovely and heartbreaking.
You are a machine! Churning out some amazing fics instead of CDs today.
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*pets lovely fb and puts the cookie tin away*
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You are fictastic today, breaking my heart so good.
<-- because of your awesomeness. Guh.
If I rock, then you roll.
Fic is better than knocking the walls down with a sledgehammer. Especially good fic.
Um, I may not rock when you see what I'm writing.
Re: If I rock, then you roll.
Re: If I rock, then you roll.
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I missed out alot, 'cause Caza kicked me off the computer last night so that he could make icons. :(
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Stupid icons. I want Sue lovin'!!!
(I love you, you know that, right? *EG*)
aaah!!!
I'm getting ready to burst into tears in the computer lab.
Re: aaah!!!
Bawl baby. Dry it up.
*plays with your hair*
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I loved how you had Fred say "I love you" first. Shows what Wes really wanted...
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I love that you cried! Is that wrong?
*hugs you hard and does swimmy-dancey things in your honor*
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*hugs*
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*pinches your tushie*
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Thanks for the feedback. "Gentle" and "quiet" made me smile and feel good about this.
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I wish they could have had this. I hope they could have.
Damn Joss.
I miss both of them. Poor kids.
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Although, I can understand why Wes didn't tell her parents. Up until the end he had been hoping they could get Fred back - even if you didn't see it. This was amazing! Also... love your giraffe icon. It was a great giggle after reading such a lovely fic.
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