Numbers
by SwaySlayer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t mention anyone…except in the summary. Argh! Busted by
my own hand. Joss owns them but I’ve made him an offer he can’t refuse
*shines chainsaw*
Author’s Notes: I hate numbers. I hate anything to do with algebra,
geometry, trigonometry, or anything that is remotely mathematical-based. I
hate making change. Why? Because I cannot *do* any of the abovementioned
tasks. This is why I write. Words are sweet whisperings. Sentences are
foreplay. Paragraphs are incarnations of carnal desires and fiction is the
grand climax. Enjoy. Burn a calculator.
Dedication: I have no idea who this is for. It popped into my head while I
was beginning a new fic, but seeing that it attached itself to my neurons
while listening to ‘Whenever, Wherever’, this is for Shakira. Bless you and
your exhilarating bootay-shaking. If you’re ever offering lessons, I’m a
willing pupil.
Feedback: I won’t be offended if you give this one a miss – it’s a quickie
*thinks* Screw that! Give!
Twenty. Life expectancy for you and me. Nineteen. Stitches in your skin when I took you away. Eighteen. Years spent looking for your soulmate. Seventeen. Candles on your cake when you felt me die. Sixteen. Times your name escapes my lips. Fifteen. Kisses placed on your body. Fourteen. Pieces of poetry written on your skin. Thirteen. Demons dispatched in a night’s work. Twelve. Hours I’ve spent watching you sleep. Eleven. Scars on your body that demand the attention of my mouth. Ten. Half the box of cigarettes you smoke. Nine. The lives you have when fighting beside me. Eight. Pairs of black leather pants hanging in your closet. Seven. The digits of your phone number that I know by heart. Six. Drinks that you down by the time we reach the dancefloor. Five. My lucky number. The date you were born. My lucky number. Four. Limbs that stretch for miles, subject to my touch at any time. Three. The minutes I can cope without having you near me. Two. Dark eyes that sear into mine, coaxing me into submission. One. The amount of times I’ve said ‘I want you’ and meant it for eternity.