A Walk In the Woods (1/1)
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My posting day is here, and yay! despite all obstacles I have something to post. Infinite thanks to the fabulous
edenfalling, who read this for me at the last possible minute. She gives the best feedback! A few of the best jokes are hers, too — I'll let you try to figure out which ones.
Title: A Walk In the Woods
Author: Willowgreen
Rating: PG at worst
Length: 4400 words
Summary: Buffy needs new shoes, but Spike has dragged her out for a hike and a picnic instead. Can any possible good come of this?
Author's note: This is a sequel to my 2007 Seasonal Spuffy story A Cup of Kindness, although there's no need to read that one for this to make sense.
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, although I love them almost as if they were.
A Walk In the Woods
“Spike and Buf-fy, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…”
“Shut up, Spike,” Buffy said. Once again she wriggled her shoulders, trying to move her backpack into a comfortable position. The pack wasn’t all that heavy, really, but the straps kept digging into her shoulders.
Now Spike was humming “This Land Is Your Land.” Buffy wondered if she shouldn’t have let him stick with the “sitting in a tree” rhyme.
( There certainly were plenty of trees around . . . )
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Title: A Walk In the Woods
Author: Willowgreen
Rating: PG at worst
Length: 4400 words
Summary: Buffy needs new shoes, but Spike has dragged her out for a hike and a picnic instead. Can any possible good come of this?
Author's note: This is a sequel to my 2007 Seasonal Spuffy story A Cup of Kindness, although there's no need to read that one for this to make sense.
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, although I love them almost as if they were.
A Walk In the Woods
“Spike and Buf-fy, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…”
“Shut up, Spike,” Buffy said. Once again she wriggled her shoulders, trying to move her backpack into a comfortable position. The pack wasn’t all that heavy, really, but the straps kept digging into her shoulders.
Now Spike was humming “This Land Is Your Land.” Buffy wondered if she shouldn’t have let him stick with the “sitting in a tree” rhyme.
( There certainly were plenty of trees around . . . )