Title: → No More Words
Rating:→ R
Author: →
skargasm
Pairing: → Spike/Oz
Prompt:→ Prompt #346 : Non Sequitur @
tamingthemuse
Fandom:→ BtVS
Word Count:→ 1217
Genre: → AU
Beta (s):→ Unbeta'd but proofread
Warning: → Character death
Disclaimer:→ Not mine.
Summary: → He needed to find the words to let him know that it was safe to mourn...
“You can talk about her you know.” Spike turned from the window, the sadness on his face illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window. It made Oz's heart clench to see that look on Spike's face but he hesitated, knowing that the blond had been heading out of the door to deal with his restlessness alone. Spike's face seemed to close down and throwing caution to the winds, Oz threw back the sheets and beckoned, aware of Spike's own hesitancy and searching gaze. He obviously saw what he needed to as he tossed away his duster, tugged off his tee-shirt and wiggled out of his jeans. “Ooooh cold!” he exclaimed as Spike climbed into the bed next to him, turning and arranging himself on his side facing the window. Taking the unspoken cue, Oz rolled until his front was plastered against the smooth solidity of Spike's spine, fitting automatically together in big spoon/little spoon. ”
Rating:→ R
Author: →
Pairing: → Spike/Oz
Prompt:→ Prompt #346 : Non Sequitur @
Fandom:→ BtVS
Word Count:→ 1217
Genre: → AU
Beta (s):→ Unbeta'd but proofread
Warning: → Character death
Disclaimer:→ Not mine.
Summary: → He needed to find the words to let him know that it was safe to mourn...
“You can talk about her you know.” Spike turned from the window, the sadness on his face illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window. It made Oz's heart clench to see that look on Spike's face but he hesitated, knowing that the blond had been heading out of the door to deal with his restlessness alone. Spike's face seemed to close down and throwing caution to the winds, Oz threw back the sheets and beckoned, aware of Spike's own hesitancy and searching gaze. He obviously saw what he needed to as he tossed away his duster, tugged off his tee-shirt and wiggled out of his jeans. “Ooooh cold!” he exclaimed as Spike climbed into the bed next to him, turning and arranging himself on his side facing the window. Taking the unspoken cue, Oz rolled until his front was plastered against the smooth solidity of Spike's spine, fitting automatically together in big spoon/little spoon. ”
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Date: 2013-03-06 04:46 pm (UTC)