LJ Note: I posted this one to GilesRulesBaby earlier today. I think it's kind of cute, myself.
Thanks to Wenchie for this week's mini challenge (I know, AGAIN, but I think my bunnies like her brand of lettuce and carrots!)
Title: Forever
Author: Helena K.
Pairing: G/X (hints of previous G/E)
Rating: FRM (General audience, but mature theme)
Warning: m/m slash (but no sexual activity)
Summary/Timeline: Unspecified time after Chosen, Giles reveals he has a craft.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss and a whole bunch of alphabetical corporate entities. I know the Polish alphabet. Not the same thing. Not for profit, just fun.
Notes:
"Speech"
*Emphasis* in thought or speech.
Dedicated to Gileswench for just *being* and for inspiring me.
Feedback: Yes, please, surprise me.
“I'm home,” came the exuberant cry from the young man as he entered the flat, his arms full of mail including a medium sized package wrapped in brown paper.
He was greeted by a mock growl from the older man. “About bloody time. What took you so long?”
“Um, arms full of mail, most of it *not* addressed to me. Could you give me a hand instead of attitude?”
“Sorry, Xander, but I missed you.” He moved toward the door and retrieved the pile of envelopes and the package from Xander's arms, before giving him a tender kiss.
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Thanks to Wenchie for this week's mini challenge (I know, AGAIN, but I think my bunnies like her brand of lettuce and carrots!)
Title: Forever
Author: Helena K.
Pairing: G/X (hints of previous G/E)
Rating: FRM (General audience, but mature theme)
Warning: m/m slash (but no sexual activity)
Summary/Timeline: Unspecified time after Chosen, Giles reveals he has a craft.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss and a whole bunch of alphabetical corporate entities. I know the Polish alphabet. Not the same thing. Not for profit, just fun.
Notes:
"Speech"
*Emphasis* in thought or speech.
Dedicated to Gileswench for just *being* and for inspiring me.
Feedback: Yes, please, surprise me.
“I'm home,” came the exuberant cry from the young man as he entered the flat, his arms full of mail including a medium sized package wrapped in brown paper.
He was greeted by a mock growl from the older man. “About bloody time. What took you so long?”
“Um, arms full of mail, most of it *not* addressed to me. Could you give me a hand instead of attitude?”
“Sorry, Xander, but I missed you.” He moved toward the door and retrieved the pile of envelopes and the package from Xander's arms, before giving him a tender kiss.
( Read more... )
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