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saifaiETA: If you're here for the RockingChair!verse, skip to the second drabble. *nods*
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penguinstar is ev0l!!! She challenged me to write the following in a virtual game of truth or dare.
She made me write a George W. Bush/Spam drabble.
He runs his hand along the smooth edges of the can, gazing deeply into its cerulean depths. His gaze shifts to the blush at the center, reminding him of what he’s missed.
He wraps his finger around the slender metal ring. He pulls back slowly, revealing the firm and moist contents. A shudder runs through his body as the scent hits him.
He brings it up to his mouth and licks it from to top to bottom. Oh, how he loves the succulent meat. His pants tighten as he licks along the top. He brings his other hand down the button of his pants…
Abruptly, a young woman walks in unannounced and asks without looking up, “Good afternoon Mr. President. I’m here for your...” She stops suddenly as she looks up.
“Um, I didn’t realize you were having…. lunch?”
He guiltily set down his precious can of spam, giving it longing looks as he straightened his clothing and addressed the young intern.
ETA: Next up we have Spike/Rocking Chair smut courtesy ofcherrysher... (who challenged me to write this in the same game)
...and the RockingChair!verse begins...
He knelt on the floor before it, naked at its altar. He placed his hands on the floor between his knees as he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the smooth arm.
He sat up on his knees and ran his hands over the bottom, making his way to the back. His hips bucked as his cock bumped the front edge of the seat. He grabbed onto the spindles tightly, and with a moan he…
“SPIKE!”
He jumped guiltily at the shrill shout, knowing there would be no way out of it this time. Opening his eyes, he gave his beloved one last longing look before looking over his shoulder at the man behind him.
Xander closed his eyes with a sigh, and in a tired voice said, “How many times have I told you to stop molesting my rocking chair?”
Part 2.
penguinstar is ev0l!!! She challenged me to write the following in a virtual game of truth or dare.She made me write a George W. Bush/Spam drabble.
He runs his hand along the smooth edges of the can, gazing deeply into its cerulean depths. His gaze shifts to the blush at the center, reminding him of what he’s missed.
He wraps his finger around the slender metal ring. He pulls back slowly, revealing the firm and moist contents. A shudder runs through his body as the scent hits him.
He brings it up to his mouth and licks it from to top to bottom. Oh, how he loves the succulent meat. His pants tighten as he licks along the top. He brings his other hand down the button of his pants…
Abruptly, a young woman walks in unannounced and asks without looking up, “Good afternoon Mr. President. I’m here for your...” She stops suddenly as she looks up.
“Um, I didn’t realize you were having…. lunch?”
He guiltily set down his precious can of spam, giving it longing looks as he straightened his clothing and addressed the young intern.
ETA: Next up we have Spike/Rocking Chair smut courtesy of
cherrysher... (who challenged me to write this in the same game)...and the RockingChair!verse begins...
He knelt on the floor before it, naked at its altar. He placed his hands on the floor between his knees as he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the smooth arm.
He sat up on his knees and ran his hands over the bottom, making his way to the back. His hips bucked as his cock bumped the front edge of the seat. He grabbed onto the spindles tightly, and with a moan he…
“SPIKE!”
He jumped guiltily at the shrill shout, knowing there would be no way out of it this time. Opening his eyes, he gave his beloved one last longing look before looking over his shoulder at the man behind him.
Xander closed his eyes with a sigh, and in a tired voice said, “How many times have I told you to stop molesting my rocking chair?”
Part 2.
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Date: 2004-08-01 04:39 am (UTC)They were both great!
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Date: 2004-08-01 10:41 am (UTC)*makes not to self not to play truth or dare after going on no sleep bender again*
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Date: 2004-08-02 01:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-02 01:46 pm (UTC)Heh. That's a good way to describe them.
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Date: 2004-08-14 06:45 pm (UTC)ev0l!
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Date: 2004-08-14 09:09 pm (UTC)See? Now can't you picture the prequel? Deathfic with the tree!smut. Ooh, and a sequel. *cackles madly*
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Date: 2004-08-15 12:19 pm (UTC)::backs away slowly::
Hee!
A sequel? ::boggles::