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This is set in season two.
Countdown
by Cordelianne
Xander twisted his foot and tapped his insole against the table leg. He glanced at the clock. Yep, it was one minute since he last checked. Fifteen more minutes of not writing the test and sixteen minutes till seven minutes in heaven.
Okay, more like five minutes in the utility closet. Cordy’s kissing more than made up for the buckets and mops. And her tongue distracted him from how experienced she was and how much he wished he had even half that experience.
But Cordy didn’t seem to notice. It was like she liked him. Or something.
Fourteen more minutes.
*end*
- Mood:
busy
- Music:Stars' Elevator Love Letter
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