Pairings I don't usually write

[beer_good_foamy]

still_grrr's monthly theme is "Love Fest", so here's one het, one slash, and one femslash... thingy. (I'd originally planned for three drabbles, but the last one got away from me a bit.)

Title: All Wrapped Up
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Rating: PG13
Fandom/timeline: Buffyverse, Wishverse
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Willow/Xander

All Wrapped Up

Willow does this high-pitched squeal when she's too happy for words. This time, she followed it with pouncing on Xander, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him hard. "How'd you know it's what I wanted?"

"Come on, Will, it's me." He slid his hands up her thighs to her ass, holding her up easily. "You always said you wanted a puppy..."

"I was eight," she beamed. "You remembered."

"...and your parents wouldn't get you one."

"Well, we showed'em." Then she glanced over at Angel, bound and gagged in his cell, and squeed again. "Wanna teach him some tricks?"

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Title: There Goes The Cavalry
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Rating: PG13
Fandom/timeline: Angel, shortly after "Not Fade Away"
Word Count: 100
Pairing: Spike/Andrew

There Goes The Cavalry
Pretty much immediately post-"Not Fade Away"

"I'm not sure that was smart, Spike," Angel said as they stood over the prone body.

"He saved our lives. It's a perfectly normal way to express gratitude," Spike protested.

"Right. He swoops in with a Slayer army and wins the battle, and your reaction is to... to..."

"Yeah, I snogged him. People do that. You should know, mate."

Angel poked the blissfully passed-out Andrew with his foot, then stepped back as five of the wary Slayers circling them raised their crossbows. "Can we discuss proper etiquette after we convince these kind ladies that we didn't just kill their Watcher?"

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Title: Sanguine
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Rating: R-ish
Fandom/timeline: Angel, "Reunion"
Word Count: 333
Characters: Drusilla/Darla
Warnings: ***Violence, slight bloodplay, slight incestuousness***

"When blood sees blood of its own
It sings to see itself again
It sings to hear the voice it's known
It sings to recognize the face"
(Suzanne Vega)

Sanguine

How she's missed this. The music in her head, all violins and angel choirs, the pretty songs the bad lawyers sing and the counterpoint laughter from her daughter, her grandmother, her dear one. They dance through their playthings, matching each other with every step, breaking apart, coming together, herding the lawyers like rats with no place to run.They let them run a few steps and then leap on them, catch, kill, let them beg and barter, kill, dance, laugh, kill.

One of the lawyers picks up a chair and tries to hurt Darla, but Drusilla roars up behind him and slashes his throat with her fingernails, sinking into him up to the second knuckle, and the chair hits the floor and the blood spills into Darla's mouth and Darla pulls both lawyer and granddaughter-mother to her and their lips meet over his jugular, sharing, feeding, remembering, reuniting.

And they're running out of lawyers but the music keeps building, a crescendo like she hasn't known for years; not just since Spike, not since the old days, not since they were whole. And they eat and they gorge and they dance and they kill and they're warm and sticky and the night is bright black and red stars, and grandmother won't let her kill the Useful Ones which is less fun, but then Darla pulls her with her as they kick down the door that Daddy closed and Drusilla carries her reborn daughter up.

The bad lawyer's bedroom is dull and human but the bed is soft, and her daughter's fingernails have been kept short by men who made her be Wrong, but now it's all right again, and they're going to be a family again, and this is what families do. Drusilla sinks her nails into Darla's scalp as the music peaks, pulling her closer, drawing her own blood from her daughter's skin, and her grandmother laughs and Drusilla hears the promise in it and knows that she'll never have to be alone again.