No More Snakes and Ladders...teaser trailer!

[tabaqui]

Square Seventeen...

Wesley sighed, leaned against Spike without a fight, all but asleep on his feet. "Leads, hints, half-recorded prophecies. I suspect the manifestations are only the visible result of the disturbance, a symptom rather than an end unto themselves - like sparks caused by repetitive motion over carpet."

"What's that tell us?"

---

"After last night's patrol, my partner and I drove to Los Angeles. Is there a problem on the site?" Xander squinted at the time display on his cell phone. "Where's Russ?"

"Mr. Fenwick did not have a review scheduled with me at nine this morning, and he did not miss his review."

Xander felt the bang of his own heart through Spike's hand where it lay over his chest. "Review? What? That's not until next year!"

"Today."

---

"It's blondie bear." Gunn removed his sunglasses, looking Spike's nakedness up and down with amusement. "It's a whole lot of blondie bear. Who ain't no natural blond. What're you doing here?"

---

"I don't have enough information. Charles - please."

Gunn sighed, rubbed his hand over his scalp and looked from Wesley to Xander to Spike. "I've gotta think about it, man. Listen, Anne's expecting me at the shelter - we could use some extra help Christmas Eve, servin' up food, makin' sure everybody's got a bed or a piece of floor to sleep on. You come down there and help out and I'll let you talk a bit more. Then I'll make up my mind. We got a deal?"

---

"Andrew organized all of this, actually," Wes said, waving his hand around at the multi-colored twinkle-lights, the tinsel garlands and the gigantic tree that was all but breaking under the weight of the ornaments. "Fortunately, Connor was in charge of the eggnog - refills, anyone?" Four cups were thrust forward and Wes blinked in surprise.

"Just fill the damn thing, Wes," Angel growled.

---

"Did you find a clue?"
"Man, I got better than a clue."
"What's that?"
"I got a name."


No More Snakes And Ladders Square Seventeen. 8:00 PM EST March 28, 2005

Comments

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

Oh sure, now we have to wait a week until the next bit. *whimpers* That's so unfair. You guys are soooo good at this!

*waits patiently for next week*

Oh, almost forgot...would it be okay if I friended you?

~Nebula

[txrabbit.livejournal.com]

You creep-ette!

*beats you about the head and face*

That was not nice.

*pouts*

[tabaqui]

Hey!
Yes, you do. Have to wait. That's why we put out the teaser - so you'll be all jacked up and desperate!
Heeeeee.

*ahem*

Right.
Yes!
Friend me!
I thought you already were?
Hrmmmm.
:)

[tabaqui]

Whaaaa???
But but...
It gives you something to think about!!
:)

[julia-here.livejournal.com]

{sigh}

not so much with the patient waiting until next week, but I wait, with whatever I'm using to fake patience, until then.

Julia, ack! the review!

[tsavoritegarnet.livejournal.com]

Aw common, couldn't you post different teasers? Equally long as this one that is.

[tsavoritegarnet.livejournal.com]

so who's starting the impatiently waiting for more NMSAL support group?

[tabaqui]

Heeee.
*pet pet*
The review!!
*bounce*

[tabaqui]

Heeeee.
No, no no.
Sorry!
That'd be giving away too much.
:)

FB from josie_h

[(Anonymous)]

*Bouncing.... bouncing... grrr! still bloody bouncing... begins picking nails, decides punching bag may in order...bugger it's the middle of the day!

So... and just to quote Spike "You. Sodding Teases!" Not that I would have you stop mind...

*Bouncing.... bouncing... grrr! still bloody bouncing...* Can't wait for the next full square :-) Yay...

Oh and BTW .... fantastic prose thank you *so* much

Josie

[tsavoritegarnet.livejournal.com]

Awwwww!

::foot stamping::

Please?

Re: FB from josie_h

[tabaqui]

Heeee.
*bounces with you*

BWAAAAahahhaa!!
Thank you thank you!

[tabaqui]

Now stop!
:)

[tsavoritegarnet.livejournal.com]

Yes mother.

[txrabbit.livejournal.com]

I didn't need anything to think about, trouble! I was finally ok with waiting another week and you went and screwed it all up!

You owe me. I think I need a Spander quickie to tide me over...

*waits to see if the trap springs*

[julia-here.livejournal.com]

I'm trying meditation.

Or possibly running up credit card debt.

Julia, {sigh}

[caliadragon.livejournal.com]

That is really not nice! I'm ready for the next part, so where is it?! *Sniff* *Whimper* GUNN! Okay, more soon as soon can get!

Calia

[tsavoritegarnet.livejournal.com]

consumer therapy works for me. Or will once I find my carkeys again.

[tabaqui]

Heeee.
Gunn! Yay!
*bounce*

[tabaqui]

Dude! No!
Put down the Visa and back away slowly...

[tabaqui]

*looks very stern*
*giggles*

[tabaqui]

*sends you dowsing vibe*

[tsavoritegarnet.livejournal.com]

Someone once suggested that I had echo locators in my overies, but so far as I can tell they don't work for me. Or, more actually for my stuff. Only other folks.

[tabaqui]

Dude!
Trouble??
Man.
:)


"Jesus Christ! Spike -" Xander tried not to drop the drinks he was holding as Spike nabbed him and dragged him under the stairs. The Bronze was hopping and the girls were waiting and...oh, yeah. Lips. Spike's lips, on the back of his neck - on his jaw. Spike's hands under his shirt, finding nipples and lats and belly - flick of a wrist and Xander's button and fly were undone - his jeans were down to his thighs.

"Spike - god -"

"You look so fuckin' good out there, dancin' with the Slayer... So fuckin' hot... Ooh, nice - just like I asked..." Spike's hands caressed naked flesh - hairless flesh - and Xander moaned - clutched the drinks in his fists a little tighter.

"Did you do the other...?" Spike's fingers dipped between Xander's buttocks - found his opening and the smear of lube there. "Fuck yesss..."

Xander doesn't have time to say anything - do anything - Spike is in him, pumping hard and smooth - bumping that spot inside and Xander's writhing, panting - trying not to drop the fucking expensive drinks. Spike's hand on his cock - tugging and stroking and then they're both shuddering, gasping - Spike is biting the back of his neck and Xander is gritting his teeth, trying not to yell.

Spike slows - stops - pulls away. Swipes at Xander with something that feels like a bandana and then his jeans are up, his shirt is smoothed, and Spike is turning him around and kissing him, hard and deep.

"I'll be up on the catwalk, Xander. Watching you," he murmurs. And then he's gone, and Xander stands there for a minute. Takes a long pull of his drink and tosses back his hair - makes his way to the table where Willow and Buffy are waiting.

Feeling Spike's eyes on him the whole time.

[tabaqui]

Heeeeeee.
Bummer, eh?