Written in a hurry for the last day of spring_with_xan. Fulfils the "Sex Pollen" prompt on my 10_cliche_fics table. Spike/Xander, 1890 R-rated words, sadly unbeta'd and untitled.


( 'Bioterrorism? That's big stuff. Or, small stuff. Very tiny stuff. But dangerous stuff.' )

I am a copycat. Or easily swayed. Or something. In any case, I got seduced by apreludetoanend's sign-up at 10_cliche_fics and decided to take on a table. This is something new for me - prompt tables with numbers like "100" or "69" scare me off, but 10 I can probably cope with!

As she'd already laid claim to the S/X "Fanfic Cliches" table, I've signed up for the "Smut Cliches" table, S/X of course:

Sexual Healing	Right first time	Never felt like this
Sex Pollen	You want us to...what?	I hate you. So much.
We're pretending, right?	Let's go again!	Where did you get that?
	I'm lost for words...

( Explanations of Prompts )

Things have been slow here, fic-wise, after the mad rush of deadlines between October and early December. To those who are here for the fic, I do apologize... it will pick up soon. There have been a few other things going on, including a houseful of guests and a lot happening at work, but I'm looking forward to getting a bit of writing time again in the not-too-distant future.