It's the roughness that draws her.
Utter opposition to what she's loved before. No dewy, soft skin, just hard, male angles. Blunt, manicured fingernails, calluses along thumb and index finger that drag across her skin and catch in an accidental, incendiary touch.
Maybe it's the tone of his voice, all that oak and charcoal, coloring the cultured tones when he removes the leash of tweed-bound control that is his mask and their protection.
Utter opposition to what she's loved before. No dewy, soft skin, just hard, male angles. Blunt, manicured fingernails, calluses along thumb and index finger that drag across her skin and catch in an accidental, incendiary touch.
Maybe it's the tone of his voice, all that oak and charcoal, coloring the cultured tones when he removes the leash of tweed-bound control that is his mask and their protection.
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But I am willing to try.
*g*
Thanks, dearie. Your opinion means a lot to me.
love the Giles. Wonderful description. :-)
(Can't get behind the Willow at all, but eh. That's me.)
Lori
A writer's axiom if there ever was.
-Moose
Yes, Moose, that's the theory I'm operating on right now, without a doubt. But please, please, if you know of some really good fic (smut *not* required) on this pair, point me right away. I have this *need* to read and I am *dead* spoiled by all the wonderful S/B and G/A I've read from you folks.
Susan, I swear I'll try to make it clear why the W. It's a totally different dynamic than G/A, and I won't go all fatherly, it's a promise.
And if I don't feedback the story, it will say more about my own (completely irrational) relationship to the Giles character than it would about your writing. It's so strange -- I can read a hundred different versions of Spike (from the most humourless angst-meister to the fluffiest Spuffy), all different from my own, and get something out of the story. But I have so clear a vision of who my Giles is, what he wants, and what he deserves, that it's almost impossible for me to see him in other fic. I am inevitably dissatisfied.
Neurotic? Moi?
Embarrassed for myself, but cheering Chris on nevertheless,
Lori
That's a hard lesson to learn, because as much as the drive to write comes from inside me, not from external spaces, the intended goal is often still to communicate, to move people, to gain agreement, yada yada yada. And unless folks 'speak to you' about it, you don't know if you reached the goal...
This one, though? It's a pure exercise in self-medication. It's *me* I want to move, and if I can accomplish that, then yay, mission accomplished. I guess it's weird, but that's often the case with my one-shots. They're more about exorcising some personal demon than anything else.
::clears throat:: Dammit. Where is my husband when I need him?
::grin:: Well, yeah, kind of. He's definitely got an 'absent-minded professor' vibe going. Smart is sexy, after all. ;)
Just too bad he won't fake the accent for me. ::laugh::