Open On Sunday - Cravings Drabbles
Jan. 31st, 2005 02:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desoto_hia873This one took me less than two days to write! Whoo! But I still couldn't think of a title.
Setting: Sometime post-Grave
Rating: PG
Buffy sighed and wondered if she’d ever feel normal again. She was as big as a whale. None of her real clothes fit and everything new hung on her like a pup tent. She had to pee every twenty minutes. Her desire for weird food combinations left even Dawn in awe. (Sardines and chocolate sauce? Where had that come from?) No longer could she sprint through cemeteries in pursuit of demons; all she could manage now was a sedate and distinctly unslayer-like waddle.
Cold dead seed, her ass. She was going to kill Spike the next time she saw him.
Setting: Sometime post-Grave
Rating: PG
Buffy sighed and wondered if she’d ever feel normal again. She was as big as a whale. None of her real clothes fit and everything new hung on her like a pup tent. She had to pee every twenty minutes. Her desire for weird food combinations left even Dawn in awe. (Sardines and chocolate sauce? Where had that come from?) No longer could she sprint through cemeteries in pursuit of demons; all she could manage now was a sedate and distinctly unslayer-like waddle.
Cold dead seed, her ass. She was going to kill Spike the next time she saw him.