*NOT* a gratuitous mood post

Okay, I tried to get caught up with my flist tonight, and that's obviously not going to happen. I'm mostly shagged out from stoney321's Wee!Spike tale, but still managed to read dovil's rant, the most recent reremouse Newspaper!Verse and then found myself overwhelmed by the first line drabbles and barely got started on adis723's Beatles drabbles, not to mention all the recs I saw. Jeez, people, productive much? I will be spending the day tomorrow becoming (parts 1 & 2) the uncrowned Comment Queen. This will be done on the taxpayer dollar, but most of you live elsewhere, so that's not really a problem, is it?

I've sent the second half of the next chap of Sunday Morning off to the bestest beta (I lurve her and it shows), so it will be up soon (hope you still remember it - if not, just see dovil's kind summary - it involves an orangutan and possibly a skunk, or it could be Spander.) Not much left after that, so I'm bursting with fruit flavor to have accomplishment on the horizon (cause I've got a really hot mood theme for it.)

FIC: Sunday Morning Coming Down, Part 12

Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
Beta: adis723
Notes:ladycat777 gets co-writing credit for the Xander and Willow scene, since it's mostly taken from her helpful emails. The "man pants" line is a shout-out to stoney321, and adis723 makes me want to crawl up in her lap and purr like a man vamp for making this readable, as usual.

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