I know I've not updated any of my fanfics in a while, but I'm starting to get back on track. Expect more chapters of Acceptable Losses and Paper Pusher soon! :D
Title: Acceptable Losses
Author:
fenderlove
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: R for general naughtiness. :D
Summary: Spike and Angel are making a go of it after returning from Hell in Angel: After the Fall. Unfortunately, being a single vampire dad living with your pain-in-the-ass boyfriend and Journalism major son makes Hell seem almost preferable.
In the previous chapter....
Spike was in shock for a moment as he stared at Buffy. Her hair was long and bit darker than he remembered. She had bangs as well; he liked the way they framed her face, even if that face had a very sour expression at that moment. She was biting the inside of her cheek as she often did when she was pissed. Her tiny yet powerful fists were situated on her hips while one of her fashionable-yet-affordable boots tapped impatiently on the floor. The thing that caught and held Spike’s attention, however, was how her lower abdomen was rounded and sticking out much further than was normal.
“Buffy, I-… Are you-?” Spike reached out a hand to touch her stomach. This gesture was met by Buffy’s knee connecting with his groin.
Spike was really glad he bought that athletic cup.
( Click here to read Chapter Six. )
Previous Chapters: One :: Two :: Three :: Four :: Five.
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Title: Acceptable Losses
Author:
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Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: R for general naughtiness. :D
Summary: Spike and Angel are making a go of it after returning from Hell in Angel: After the Fall. Unfortunately, being a single vampire dad living with your pain-in-the-ass boyfriend and Journalism major son makes Hell seem almost preferable.
In the previous chapter....
Spike was in shock for a moment as he stared at Buffy. Her hair was long and bit darker than he remembered. She had bangs as well; he liked the way they framed her face, even if that face had a very sour expression at that moment. She was biting the inside of her cheek as she often did when she was pissed. Her tiny yet powerful fists were situated on her hips while one of her fashionable-yet-affordable boots tapped impatiently on the floor. The thing that caught and held Spike’s attention, however, was how her lower abdomen was rounded and sticking out much further than was normal.
“Buffy, I-… Are you-?” Spike reached out a hand to touch her stomach. This gesture was met by Buffy’s knee connecting with his groin.
Spike was really glad he bought that athletic cup.
( Click here to read Chapter Six. )
Previous Chapters: One :: Two :: Three :: Four :: Five.
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