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September, 03, 2003, 14:03
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Шипперство Б/С
На зло кондуктору возьму билет и пойдё пешком... Фотки пока что пододящей я не нашла, но ЧТО БЫ Я НЕ ОТКРЫЛА В ОТВЕТ ПОДОБНУЮ ТЕМКУ?!!!
Короче, Саби, будем мы с стобой общаться тут сами с собой  Хотя, в топик Б/А я зайду, ностальгия вещь страшная, недавно классную фотку откопала, повешу, прадуешься Так, ладно, прошу сюда вешать все класные фотки с моей любимой парчкой Б/С!!! Naisica добавил [date]1062591602[/date]: Вот, нашла... старая фотка, нг ТАКАЯ любимая... и Лил_Бит понравиться должна...
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Это написала я? Гнусная ложь! Last edited by Naisica; September, 03, 2003 at 14:18. 
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September, 04, 2003, 13:25
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Наисика, прекрасно знала, что ты откроешь такой топик!
 Для твоего топика фан-арт Б/С шипперов. Думаю, тебе понравится!
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If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
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September, 07, 2003, 14:39
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Вот это темка так темка!!! Пройти мимо - страшный грех!
Баффи и Спайк... люблю-люблю-люблю до + бесконечности!!! А это один из моих самых любимых коллажиков:
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Love isn't brains, children, it's blood... blood screaming inside you to work its will.
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September, 09, 2003, 16:42
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Chosen
BUFFY
(coyly) Faith still has my room. SPIKE Well, you're not staying here. You can't buy me off with shiny beads and sweet talk. You got Angel breath. I'm not gonna just let you whack me back and forth like a rubber ball. I've got my pride, you know. BUFFY I understand. (turns to walk away) SPIKE (cuts her off) Clearly you don't, 'cause the whole "having my pride" thing was just a smokescreen. BUFFY (sighs with relief) Oh, thank God. SPIKE I don't know what I would have done if you'd have gone up those stairs
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If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
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September, 10, 2003, 15:34
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Обалденная сцена... Баффи нежно касается ладошком его щеки... а потом ночные обьятия! Как красиво, романтично и выносимо грустно!
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Love isn't brains, children, it's blood... blood screaming inside you to work its will.
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September, 15, 2003, 14:41
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Wrecked
Солнце, опять не вижу изображения твоего прикрепленного файла.
И это не очень здорово! Open on the abandoned building. Buffy is now wearing her white blouse and black leather skirt, and is putting on a shoe. BUFFY: Shoe, need my shoe. (looking around) SPIKE: What's the hurry, luv? We see Spike still lying there naked with one hand behind his head looking very pleased with himself. BUFFY: The hurry is I left Dawn all night. And don't call me love. (continues looking for shoe) SPIKE: You didn't seem to take issue with that last night. (smirking) Or with any of the other little nasties we whispered. BUFFY: (stands up) Can we not? Talk? (putting on her second shoe) SPIKE: (sighs) I just don't see why you have to run off so quick. Thought we could- (waggling eyebrows) BUFFY: Not gonna happen. Last night was the end of this freak show. Buffy goes to walk past Spike but he reaches up and grabs her arm. She gives a little yelp of surprise. Spike pulls her down onto his lap. She struggles a bit. SPIKE: Don't say that. BUFFY: What did you think was gonna happen? What, we're gonna read the newspaper together, play footsie under the rubble? Spike shifts her so that he's holding her with one arm. He puts his other hand up under Buffy's skirt. She makes an expression of pleasure. SPIKE: (softly) Not exactly what I had in mind. Buffy pushes his hand away, struggles against him. BUFFY: Stop! SPIKE: (grinning) Make me. BUFFY: No! No! She continues struggling for about another half second and then grabs his face and kisses him. She puts her arms around his neck and moans. They kiss for a moment. BUFFY: (pulling back) No, no, I-I have to- SPIKE: Stay. I'm stuck here. (looks upward) Sun's up. Buffy looks at Spike for a moment, resumes kissing him. More moaning. Spike turns her around and lays her down on a conveniently placed pillow, lies on top of her. He moves down to kiss her neck. Buffy moans again. Spike lifts himself up to look at her.
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If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
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#18
September, 17, 2003, 15:27
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Насколько я знаю, любимое солнце - это я! *счастливо улыбаясь* Но всё-таки хотела уточнить.
Даа, что-то с форумом происходит. Ситуация аналогичная той, что в теме Б/A. Солнышко, дома разберусь!
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