The Drabble My First Lines Meme

[darkhavens]

Here are twenty of my first lines. Drabble me a tale and I'll return the favour.


I didn't know I loved him... until I saw him like that.

Clem hates keeping secrets; they make him nervous.

Xander woke feeling sore... in odd places.

It lived under the mattress.

The rules are quite simple.

Cold sweat, fear of the monsters, and a twinge of wildly inappropriate, swiftly stifled, forever to be denied lust.

Xander stared blankly for a moment and then laughed.

I get home from work and she's all packed and ready to go.

"Spike, can I have a word with you in the kitchen, please?"

Every time they met, Giles' eyes went first to Xander's neck.

The first ring was a bracelet of bruises; a circlet of purples and greens that lingered for days.

"Tell me again what happened to your crypt, Spike."

It took him a while, but Xander finally found a way to break the pattern that was his love life.

Xander had been guilted into ferrying a book and a fractious vampire out to Angel in LA.

It was the silences that made him think.

Now the chip was history it would be so very simple to install himself as Master of Seattle.

"Xander, please tell me this is one of your lame-ass practical jokes."

Xander looked around at the various heaps of... things, that had somehow managed appear inside his //their// apartment in the short hours he'd been out.

The letter spent two days locked in the top right hand drawer of Xander's desk before Spike confronted him about it.

"I know you want everyone to know that you cooked."

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[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

"It's been five years, Spike. I'm not your 'Pet' any more. As if I ever really was."

The pressure on his neck increased, grinding Xander's cheek into the unforgiving brickwork. He knew without being able to see them that the fingernails digging gouges into the tender skin beneath his hairline were painted black, and were doubtless chipped. Some things never changed.

"I see you got rid of the chip. Have you come back to kill us all, just like you promised?"

Another lick, a long, slow stripe, painted up the side of his face from clavicle to brow, and then the pressure on his neck eased off. Before he had chance to draw breath, Xander was spun round and layered back against the wall, with Spike pressing up against him, hard as iron.

"You know better than that, Pet. I told you I'd be back for you once I got rid of my little... problem. It just took a little longer than expected, is all. So, did ya miss me, lover?"

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Hee! There. I filled in a few blanks and created several more. *evil grin*

[saifai.livejournal.com]

*squeals and claps* Brilliant! Love what you've done with it. *wanders off wondering what else could be added*

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Ooh, if you come up with more, let me know! *g*

...and the drabble continues.

[saifai.livejournal.com]

The whispers against the shell of his ear sent shivers down his spine. He knew he couldn’t answer him. Once that door opened, he’d never get the damn thing shut again. He’d worked hard these past five years to put this all behind him.

Oh, God how he wanted to just fall back against him and give in. He fought his instinct to lean back against his lover. Spike ground against him, taking the decision out of his hands. His fragile control snapped and he leaned into the rough caresses. His head fell back onto Spike’s shoulder as he moaned in the back of his throat, unable to keep it inside any longer.

His head snapped up at the soft laugh that followed that action. It was far too intimate a sound for someone who’d abandoned him. He shook his head and thought about moving, but strong arms banded around his waist before he’d even finished processing the thought.

“Oh no you don’t, kitten. You’re staying right here.” Spike growled the last words against his neck, and followed it with a sharp nip to his mark. The pressure against the mark on his neck just sent him straight to his happy place.