Drabble: Kink - a little more AtS/Dr Who
Jul. 9th, 2005 12:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lonelybritA silly bit of fluff for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashthedrabble, possibly set in the same ´verse as Necessary Repairs, I´m not too sure. Apologies for any spelling errors, but I´m working on a Spanish computer with only a Spanish spell-checker!
KINK
“I suppose you don´t call this a disaster either?”
“No, more a slight… kink.”
“And you´d know all about those, wouldn´t you.”
Jack shot Angel a look clearly meant to be accompanied by a ´Whatever´ except his hands were literally tied.
Angel sighed, or did the nearest equivalent, then swung himself up, hands gripping the chains, until he was upside down with both feet firmly planted on the ceiling. Then he heaved.
Jack, still dangling from his restraints, watched with polite bemusement as vampire, chains, and a large portion of ceiling detached themselves and collected in a dusty heap on the ground.
“Anyway,” he continued, “it´s hardly my fault. I´m not the one refusing to marry Chief Whatsit-Flips daughter.”
There was a pause as Angel dug himself out.
“Maybe” he snapped, dusting himself down, “you shouldn´t be the one starting it all by actually kissing her.”
“I kissed her hand! And he wouldn´t have noticed if you hadn´t made such a fuss about it.”
Before Angel could actually explode, the door swung open and Wesley came in.
“This is the last time I leave anything to you two,” he said wearily, reaching up to unlock Jack´s shackles.
“It´s not my fault!”
“He started it!”
Wesley ignored them. “The daughter called me, she was quite distressed at the prospect of being bound to either of you. Anyway, I´ve talked it over with the father, it´s all sorted.”
“How?” asked Angel, suspiciously.
Wesley sighed. “I told him you were idiots, both spoken for, and offered him muffins in recompense. He seemed quite relieved, actually.”
“I´m not an… Am I?” They made their out of the cell, the scent of warm freshly baked goodness wafting down the staircase towards them, along with the sound of happy demon-y chatter. “Oh, well, that´s okay then.”
ETA: Go now now now and read this fic. Was done for the schmangst-athon thingie, and honestly it´s plain brilliant. Oracle Nights by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alizarin_nyc, Angel/Wes post Five by Five.
slashthedrabble, possibly set in the same ´verse as Necessary Repairs, I´m not too sure. Apologies for any spelling errors, but I´m working on a Spanish computer with only a Spanish spell-checker!KINK
“I suppose you don´t call this a disaster either?”
“No, more a slight… kink.”
“And you´d know all about those, wouldn´t you.”
Jack shot Angel a look clearly meant to be accompanied by a ´Whatever´ except his hands were literally tied.
Angel sighed, or did the nearest equivalent, then swung himself up, hands gripping the chains, until he was upside down with both feet firmly planted on the ceiling. Then he heaved.
Jack, still dangling from his restraints, watched with polite bemusement as vampire, chains, and a large portion of ceiling detached themselves and collected in a dusty heap on the ground.
“Anyway,” he continued, “it´s hardly my fault. I´m not the one refusing to marry Chief Whatsit-Flips daughter.”
There was a pause as Angel dug himself out.
“Maybe” he snapped, dusting himself down, “you shouldn´t be the one starting it all by actually kissing her.”
“I kissed her hand! And he wouldn´t have noticed if you hadn´t made such a fuss about it.”
Before Angel could actually explode, the door swung open and Wesley came in.
“This is the last time I leave anything to you two,” he said wearily, reaching up to unlock Jack´s shackles.
“It´s not my fault!”
“He started it!”
Wesley ignored them. “The daughter called me, she was quite distressed at the prospect of being bound to either of you. Anyway, I´ve talked it over with the father, it´s all sorted.”
“How?” asked Angel, suspiciously.
Wesley sighed. “I told him you were idiots, both spoken for, and offered him muffins in recompense. He seemed quite relieved, actually.”
“I´m not an… Am I?” They made their out of the cell, the scent of warm freshly baked goodness wafting down the staircase towards them, along with the sound of happy demon-y chatter. “Oh, well, that´s okay then.”
ETA: Go now now now and read this fic. Was done for the schmangst-athon thingie, and honestly it´s plain brilliant. Oracle Nights by
alizarin_nyc, Angel/Wes post Five by Five.
