Buffy reading

Oh noes! Never-written fic meme.

Ooh, clocketpatch just passed along this one:

Give me the title of a story I've never written, and feedback telling me what you liked best about it, and I will tell you any of: the first sentence, the last sentence, the thing that made me want to write it, the biggest problem I had while writing it, why it almost never got posted, the scene that hit the cutting room floor but that I wish I'd been able to salvage, or something else that I want readers to know.

I love the meta-invention required for this one. Let's do it!
Giles tipped his hand over and summoned the power to himself. It overflowed his palm and ran in silver rivulets down his forearm.

They were gorgeous together, the Slayer and the vampire. Perfect bodies, glistening with sweat. Which did he desire more? The Slayer's sweet mouth? The vampire's muscled arse? He would have them both before the night was through. Before the night was through, and the magic ebbed, and his Slayer had forgotten it all.
The creepiest thing is that Buffy consented to the whole encounter, knowing she'd forget. Spike, however, remembered, and I really wanted that hanging over the end of the story: the sense that he and Giles had unfinished business, unresolved desire and hatred and jealousy and need.