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glossing wrote me spanking fic. Giles spanking fic. In a sauna. With Oz and Xander and Devon. Guh. I need a cold shower. It's appropriately hot and steamy, it's Giles being so Giles-like it makes me ache, in a good way of course, and it's just what I needed today :;hugs her::
The Aesthetic Gentleman
And while I'm here, you haven't seen funny until you've watched a squirrel discover the coconut half you threw out into the snow because David, who bought it after buying an incredibly expensive DVD of Monty Python's Holy Grail (subliminal? Who knows? ::g::) didn't eat it all. It was just like the extra at the end of Ice Age. He gripped the edge with his little paws and practically fell into it, nibbling away and coming up for air now and then. Finally he picked it up in his teeth and dragged it a few feet away. Uh, the snow's melting fast but that ground is mud over bell metal, Mr Nutkin. You don't stand a chance of burying it.
glossing wrote me spanking fic. Giles spanking fic. In a sauna. With Oz and Xander and Devon. Guh. I need a cold shower. It's appropriately hot and steamy, it's Giles being so Giles-like it makes me ache, in a good way of course, and it's just what I needed today :;hugs her::The Aesthetic Gentleman
And while I'm here, you haven't seen funny until you've watched a squirrel discover the coconut half you threw out into the snow because David, who bought it after buying an incredibly expensive DVD of Monty Python's Holy Grail (subliminal? Who knows? ::g::) didn't eat it all. It was just like the extra at the end of Ice Age. He gripped the edge with his little paws and practically fell into it, nibbling away and coming up for air now and then. Finally he picked it up in his teeth and dragged it a few feet away. Uh, the snow's melting fast but that ground is mud over bell metal, Mr Nutkin. You don't stand a chance of burying it.