AUTHOR: CD
EMAIL: CD10579@aol.com
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: Don't own...don't want to own...just having fun...
NOTE: In the tradition of writing warped fics at the end of a depressing season finale of Buffy, I've come up with this little ditty. I have to admit, I'm starting to worry about myself...
DEDICATION: To all the wonderful people who let me know how much they enjoyed my previous efforts.
Three weeks, two days. Three weeks, and two days since Angel left Sunnydale.
And Buffy. She still cried herself to sleep every night. Buffy missed Angel with an intensity she didn't even know existed. And the sexual desires she'd suppressed over a year ago returned with a vengeance. He'd reawakened a deep longing that she needed to sate.
Buffy lay down on her bed, making sure her door was locked. Slowly and deliberately, she began rubbing her body. She'd come to learn what spots were most sensitive. What Angel started, Buffy had been forced to continue on her own. She became more and more aroused as she continued to touch herself. When it was almost too much for her to bear, she reached for the prop that would send her over into a sea of bliss.
Buffy reached into her nightstand and found what she'd been looking for. With a silent cry, she thrust the barbecue fork into her neck. Finally, contentment!
THE END
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