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Light It
by Nicola
Rating: PG
He finds her playing with matches in his bed. They keep breaking as she strikes them, and the splinters are falling into her lap like tiny sparks. They must be the cheap, gos se kind, and it means she must have been keeping company with Jayne.
She succeeds in lighting one before he can stop her. Her whole face lights up. The match burns down and he can't take his eyes of her. Ribbons of light and heat, in too many colours to just be yellow.
She doesn't feel it as the flame reaches her thumb and forefinger, or as he places his lips at the curve of her wrist.
March 2004
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