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28 February 2008 @ 12:41 pm
Two super short fics  
Original post at still_grrr (And holy crap! Yes! I wrote something!)

Title: Like A Warm...Cookie
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG
Word Count: 214
Prompt: Prompt 054: Crack Pairings at still_grrr
Characters/Pairing (if any): Angel/Mrs. Fields
A/N: Not up for voting! Thanks to The Strangers for this horrible horrible crack!fic idea. LOL

Angel crouched down in front of the cookie case, eyeing all the possibilities. Why was this so hard? He had read how many recipes, how many packages? It never seemed to help. He couldn’t figure how long it took for cookie dough of Buffy’s variety to finish baking.

“Can I help you?” A warm, soft voiced filled his ears. It was like a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie. So inviting, so sweet, and oh so bad for your hips.

“Uh, I am trying to figure out how long it takes for cookie dough to be done baking.” He looked up to see the most luxurious blonde hair he had ever seen, like ripples of whipped butter framing a light brown sugar colored face. She was delicious.

“It depends on the cookies and average oven temperature. Usually between ten to fifteen minutes.”

“Ten to fifteen minutes, and someone else was putting his dough in her oven.” He muttered.

“What was that?”

“Uh, nothing.”

“Well…if you want to know about cookies…” Her voice trailed off but her tone was seductive, like that last peanut butter cookie.

He grinned and stood up. He held a hand out for hers. She slipped her soft, warm hand into his. “My name is Angel.”

“You can call me Mrs. Fields.”

Title:She Was A Fast Machine, She Kept Her Motor Clean
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 100
Prompt: Prompt 054: Crack Pairings at still_grrr
Characters/Pairing (if any): Angel/ 1967 Plymouth Belvedere GTX
A/N: Not up for voting. And taking a cue from Foamy to not just mess with Angel but also have the longest titles EVER! :)

It was love at first sight.

He never thought that he could feel love like this. She was perfect. She had curves in all the right places. Her smell was intoxicating, and he couldn’t wait to run his hands all over her. All he could think about was getting her top off and taking her for a ride. He wanted to take her all kinds of places. He wanted to see what she could do without restrictions.

He didn’t even haggle when the car salesman told him the price. He’d pay anything for her. He was a man in love.
Current Mood: ditzyditzy
daydreamingonedaydreamingone on March 5th, 2008 06:19 am (UTC)
Aah...good, clean fun. Thanks for the smile. Except I'd almost forgotten the whole cookie dough thing until now.