Wicked Heart - FR15
Dec. 11th, 2005 08:03 pmTitle: Wicked Heart
Author: Jinni (jinni@tthfanfic.com)
Rated: FR15
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HL belong to Davis/Panzer, et al.
Prompt 35 - Wicked - at tth100_2
Claim: Willow/Highlander
Also for "7 Deadly Sins" challenge at tthdrabbles
Wordcount: 200
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Gluttony?
Check - she just couldn't get enough of his body. She would gorge herself on it morning, noon, and night if allowed.
And he frequently allowed, she smirked.
Lust?
Willow glanced at a sleeping Methos out of the corner of her eye. Oh yeah, lusty thoughts were a go. Couldn't stop them, in fact.
Pride?
Well, she was proud to be with him, that was for sure.
Greed?
He was hers, hers, and no one but hers, gosh darn it. She was not the sharing type.
Anger?
That's what she got in her eyes when that Cassandra chick had come calling last time. Stupid woman with a vendentta-grudge thing. Not cool. Moving on would be much healthier.
Because, Willow thought, she'd fight to protect what was hers.
Sloth?
Willow looked around the flat, wrinkling her nose. She guessed that they could spend more time getting the place clean and less time playing Willow-as-Maid fantasies that usually just got things dirtier.
Envy?
No, no envy going on. She had what she wanted and no one else could touch.
Willow giggled under her breath. Well, six out of seven wasn't bad, right?
Guess that made her heart only...mostly wicked.
~*~End~*~
Author: Jinni (jinni@tthfanfic.com)
Rated: FR15
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HL belong to Davis/Panzer, et al.
Prompt 35 - Wicked - at tth100_2
Claim: Willow/Highlander
Also for "7 Deadly Sins" challenge at tthdrabbles
Wordcount: 200
~*~*~
Gluttony?
Check - she just couldn't get enough of his body. She would gorge herself on it morning, noon, and night if allowed.
And he frequently allowed, she smirked.
Lust?
Willow glanced at a sleeping Methos out of the corner of her eye. Oh yeah, lusty thoughts were a go. Couldn't stop them, in fact.
Pride?
Well, she was proud to be with him, that was for sure.
Greed?
He was hers, hers, and no one but hers, gosh darn it. She was not the sharing type.
Anger?
That's what she got in her eyes when that Cassandra chick had come calling last time. Stupid woman with a vendentta-grudge thing. Not cool. Moving on would be much healthier.
Because, Willow thought, she'd fight to protect what was hers.
Sloth?
Willow looked around the flat, wrinkling her nose. She guessed that they could spend more time getting the place clean and less time playing Willow-as-Maid fantasies that usually just got things dirtier.
Envy?
No, no envy going on. She had what she wanted and no one else could touch.
Willow giggled under her breath. Well, six out of seven wasn't bad, right?
Guess that made her heart only...mostly wicked.
~*~End~*~