disclaimer: Characters property of Joss Whedon, et al.
author's note: A real live drabble to distract me from my psych paper. Enjoy (and review!)
drabble one summary: Five ways in which Dawn is young, and one in which she is not.
Her nails are bubblegum pink and her lips are baby soft.
When she smiles, her face looks like a flower undergoing photosynthesis.
Her moods are unpredictable: she lashes out, then twists around and lights up the room with her ringing laughter.
She cares too much, or maybe not enough.
She is impulsive; she wants and wants and wants.
But when her tongue and teeth are raking down Faith's (thin firm perfect petite ohgodyes) mid-section, none of it matters. Dawn's hair, soft and sweet as candy floss, tickles the sensitive skin of Faith's abdomen as she expertly pries apart the older girl's legs and goes in for the kill.