Another girl's paradise

This is my shameless bid for feedback. Also, a handy cataloguing system. An enormous Master List of all my fiction, organized and detailed and the whole shebang. Seriously, I have been working on this for months. I'm either slow, or, well... I'm slow. This will soon be pinned to the top of my Journal, but I recommend bookmarking it if you are anal and lovely like me and want to be able to get to the fic without waiting.

( Master List of Trixen's Fic )

I feel a bit like running up and down the halls of LiveJournal land shrieking, "MASTER LIST! MAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRR LIST!" But I won't. Whew. I'm just thankful to be done this montrosity.

Find past chapters HERE. So I accidentally posted this a few days ago (unfinished) whilst trying to get used to my boyfriend’s gorgeous new iMAC. I deleted it as soon as I got back to Canada, but, well, there you have it. At least I didn’t post it to any communities! :)

Title: The Red Deeps (Chapter Six)
Author: Trixen
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in the VM or BtVS verses, I promise.
Word Count: 2813
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel/Veronica Mars
Rating: NC 17 for sex and generalities (violence, slashiness, gross poetry)
Pairings: Buffy/Veronica, Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Spike, Logan/Veronica, lots of others
Summary: In a lonely, changed world, Buffy Summers struggles to overcome her grief, her violent obsession with Veronica Mars, and run a resistance against the demons that are rapidly taking over the earth. The search for missing pilot Logan Echolls brings Buffy into Veronica's orbit once more, and everything spins, spins, taking the two women from Romania, to the Challenger Deep and to places they never dreamt or imagined. Subplots abound, including Buffy's wartime romance with an on-the-run Spike, Dawn's training of the baby slayers and bi-sexual lifestyle, Angel's disappearance, the vanishings of Buffy's friends and Veronica's unending quest to find her Father and herself.



( Her lips were slick. Mine were wetted from my own salvia, and it was just embarrassing -- it was just like when Angel used to smell my periods, or when Spike could feel me through solid oak.  )

Comments, s'il vous plait? I would love some!