Bath Time Distractions
Yet another indigo_crypt fic. Same dealy, someone made a pretty manip, I made a little story. You know you wanna join... c'mon, pretty please?
Picture and original post found here.
Title: Bath Time Distractions
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: R? Possibly NC17
Warnings: LESBIANISM!!! GIRLS TOUCHING! AHH!!! SCAREY... so done with the screaming now.
Word Count: 1532 (According to MS Word Count)
Disclaimer: Joss is god, I am but a minion. Please do not sue, I swear I make no money off this, and I will wash my toys when I'm done playing!
Cross Posted to: perverted_pages, indigo_crypt, btvs_lightsout, btvs_slash, btvsatsdotcom
Archived outside LJ At: adultfanfiction.net and My IJ
Faith turned on the water in the bath tub, making it as hot as she can stand. She groaned softly as she straightened herself up, letting the tub fill as she trudged into the other room of the filthy motel she’d shacked up in. Carelessly she stripped off the black top with sequined accents and tight pants she’d worn to the Bronze. She felt foolish, wearing the glittery shirt, but the salesgirl had said it was an “in” look for the season, and she wanted to impress, so she’d stolen it. There had been no way she could have afforded the shirt and she wanted to wear something that would get the blonds attention.
She remembered her watcher gushing about the present Slayer, the various demons and vampires she’d fought and survived. When Faith was finally called when Buffy had died she’d expected her Watcher to go on and on about someone or something else, but when she’d found out Buffy hadn’t actually stayed dead, that the Slayer line had forked into two, that the slight blond girl had changed the destiny of the Slayer line irrevocably, she just gushed more, and Faith just fell more and more in love.
After her Watcher had been butchered in front of her eyes, she’d had choices open up for her. The world was her tainted oyster, she just had to find a place she could settle, where she could feel safe. It only seemed natural to connect with the only other Slayer, the only other “girl in all the world”… it wasn’t that she’d become infatuated with the girl, of course not! It just made sense for the two Slayers where there used to be one to join up and kick demonic ass together.
The fact that she wanted to impress the senior Slayer didn’t escape her. She’d wandered the only club in the demon infested town and searched for a likely vampire target. Faith spotted her mark after carefully canvassing the club, and made sure Buffy knew what her new friend was before escorting him outside. She’d fought the vamp, using all the flash and grace she had to get her attention, and finally finished him off.
She knew the stories she told were embellished, that she told the most outlandish stories she had, and she admitted to herself that she never actually wrestled with an alligator, it’d just been a really pissed of Mak’lr demon. Much smaller, only three small teeth, and rather slow and stupid.
She remembered her attempt at flirting falling flat on its face in the graveyard, how it had quickly disintegrated to insults and veiled threats, and then trying to show off how tough and strong she was by pummeling the vampire? Might have gone over better if she hadn’t left Buffy fending off two of them on her own.
The dinner, now that wasn’t totally her fault. She hadn’t had an actual home cooked meal in… well… she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a home cooked meal. She’d been starving, and trying so hard to endear herself to Buffy’s mom, to just… be the kinda gal who made friends, and she just kept shoving her foot in her mouth.
Gawd, why was she such a damned dork? Such a looser? Why can’t she just let Buffy know what a great gal she was, and how much she’d love to get to know her better?
She gently thudded her forehead against the door jam as she waited for the bath to fill. If she could screw it up, she would, and she had, and things really weren’t going the way she’d imagined them going. She’d seen herself impressing the Slayer, maybe even saving her life, but she’d always thought that no matter what they’d hook up. It made sense! Who else could take a Slayers libido and match it with their own, could give as good as she took, and healed up quickly enough that a second round was more likely to be encouraged than waved off to let cracked ribs heal? Another Slayer of course! Well… she supposed a vampire would have the same stamina and libido action but that was just squicky. Dead body or living body? Which do YOU prefer snuggling the night away with?
She realized the tub had filled with steaming water, and she carefully added in two scoops of bath salts. Cautiously she lowered her bruised and aching body into the hot bath, willing herself relaxed, breathing in sharply through clenched teeth when a particularly nasty patch of abrasion burn sunk below the waters surface. She let herself soak for a while before reaching to her wash cloth and soap.
Quickly she built up a lather, and worked the sudsy cloth over her arms and legs, smoothing it along her tummy and made sure to clean out her belly button. She sighed softly in enjoyment as the scented bath salts helped ease away even more tension, and settled into the tub, a towel folded behind her head to support her neck.
She took the slightly abrasive washcloth, and danced it over her nipples, moaning softly at the electric currents the light touch shot towards her clit. This time it was going to be different. This time she actually had a voice, mannerisms, and clear 3D images. This time when she came she’d be cumming to the clearest, truest personification for the lust filled fantasy ever, and man oh man was that going to be good.
She picked a favorite fantasy and pulled both her arms beneath the waters surface.
She saw in her minds eye Buffy walking alone into an alley, and not noticing the pack of vampires following her in. Faith followed her in at a run, crossbow at the ready as her pockets bulged with stakes, holy water, and crosses.
She saw herself saving Buffy from unimaginable odds, before claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Oh yeah, that would be hot, those soft lips parting beneath hers, her tongue sliding between them to plunder the softness within.
A small panting moan danced past her lips as one hand played with her breasts, and the other slid between her legs. Her fingers picked up a rhythm as her fantasy surged forward.
Peeling Buffy’s shirt off and throwing it into a dumpster, leaving her in a demi-cup red laced bra… oh yeah that was hot, she’d kiss her again, one hand behind Buffy’s head, the other sliding into the small of her back, pulling her body against her own, fingers at her back sliding down inside her pants to see what kinda panties her Slayer heroine wore while out kicking ass.
Faith felt her breathing grow more labored, her fingers stroking her clit, and sliding inside the soft folds, while her other hand teased and pulled at her nipples, the tingles of pain dancing down her spine, making her toes curl in pure pleasure.
Buffy would be wearing… a thong, no wait, not a thong, but those lacy mini-short like panties. Oh yeah, curving over her ass, cupping it, but giving no real cover to claim any kind of decency. Red to match her bra, same kind of lace as the bra, yeah, oh yeah…
No wait, not pants, Buffy would be wearing a skirt, a short kilt, like a schoolgirl uniform, Faith could see her hands slipping under Buffy’s skirt, finding her dripping cunt, pinching her perky nipples… oh yeah, Faith liked the kilt idea.
She saw herself getting on her knees in front of Buffy, taking one of her legs and putting it over her shoulder to give her better access to Buffy’s pussy… yeah, the smell, it would smell so sweet, so musky, and she’d be in heaven. She could just imagine the taste… dammit! Why was she in the bath tub? She could taste herself if she wasn’t so soapy and nasty tasting… that’s okay, later, she can do that after she gets out of the bath.
Just when in her fantasy she got Buffy off, her face getting coated in the Slayer’s pussy juices and climax, Faith came in the bath tub, her legs kicking out slightly, she didn’t even notice when she bent the faucet from one particularly good kick.
Sated, relaxed, and feeling like a limp noodle, she pulled herself out of the cooling bath, pulling the motel towel tight about her damp body before falling down on the bed.
She’d do better tomorrow. She’d show the Slayer what she really thought of her. She’d show Buffy just how much she worshipped her, and Buffy would know, and see, and… yeah, fantasy land, but it was her fantasy land, and it was the only one she had, so she’d damned well enjoy it.
Her wandering fingers found her still sensitive and engorged clit, and she brought herself off quickly as she thought about what she’d like to do with Buffy tomorrow, and when she was finished, she silently drifted off into a well earned sleep.
Her last thoughts were about how she’d work harder tomorrow, to show her what she was made of, to really… show her. Oh yeah, she’d show her…
Picture and original post found here.
Title: Bath Time Distractions
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: R? Possibly NC17
Warnings: LESBIANISM!!! GIRLS TOUCHING! AHH!!! SCAREY... so done with the screaming now.
Word Count: 1532 (According to MS Word Count)
Disclaimer: Joss is god, I am but a minion. Please do not sue, I swear I make no money off this, and I will wash my toys when I'm done playing!
Cross Posted to: perverted_pages, indigo_crypt, btvs_lightsout, btvs_slash, btvsatsdotcom
Archived outside LJ At: adultfanfiction.net and My IJ
Faith turned on the water in the bath tub, making it as hot as she can stand. She groaned softly as she straightened herself up, letting the tub fill as she trudged into the other room of the filthy motel she’d shacked up in. Carelessly she stripped off the black top with sequined accents and tight pants she’d worn to the Bronze. She felt foolish, wearing the glittery shirt, but the salesgirl had said it was an “in” look for the season, and she wanted to impress, so she’d stolen it. There had been no way she could have afforded the shirt and she wanted to wear something that would get the blonds attention.
She remembered her watcher gushing about the present Slayer, the various demons and vampires she’d fought and survived. When Faith was finally called when Buffy had died she’d expected her Watcher to go on and on about someone or something else, but when she’d found out Buffy hadn’t actually stayed dead, that the Slayer line had forked into two, that the slight blond girl had changed the destiny of the Slayer line irrevocably, she just gushed more, and Faith just fell more and more in love.
After her Watcher had been butchered in front of her eyes, she’d had choices open up for her. The world was her tainted oyster, she just had to find a place she could settle, where she could feel safe. It only seemed natural to connect with the only other Slayer, the only other “girl in all the world”… it wasn’t that she’d become infatuated with the girl, of course not! It just made sense for the two Slayers where there used to be one to join up and kick demonic ass together.
The fact that she wanted to impress the senior Slayer didn’t escape her. She’d wandered the only club in the demon infested town and searched for a likely vampire target. Faith spotted her mark after carefully canvassing the club, and made sure Buffy knew what her new friend was before escorting him outside. She’d fought the vamp, using all the flash and grace she had to get her attention, and finally finished him off.
She knew the stories she told were embellished, that she told the most outlandish stories she had, and she admitted to herself that she never actually wrestled with an alligator, it’d just been a really pissed of Mak’lr demon. Much smaller, only three small teeth, and rather slow and stupid.
She remembered her attempt at flirting falling flat on its face in the graveyard, how it had quickly disintegrated to insults and veiled threats, and then trying to show off how tough and strong she was by pummeling the vampire? Might have gone over better if she hadn’t left Buffy fending off two of them on her own.
The dinner, now that wasn’t totally her fault. She hadn’t had an actual home cooked meal in… well… she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a home cooked meal. She’d been starving, and trying so hard to endear herself to Buffy’s mom, to just… be the kinda gal who made friends, and she just kept shoving her foot in her mouth.
Gawd, why was she such a damned dork? Such a looser? Why can’t she just let Buffy know what a great gal she was, and how much she’d love to get to know her better?
She gently thudded her forehead against the door jam as she waited for the bath to fill. If she could screw it up, she would, and she had, and things really weren’t going the way she’d imagined them going. She’d seen herself impressing the Slayer, maybe even saving her life, but she’d always thought that no matter what they’d hook up. It made sense! Who else could take a Slayers libido and match it with their own, could give as good as she took, and healed up quickly enough that a second round was more likely to be encouraged than waved off to let cracked ribs heal? Another Slayer of course! Well… she supposed a vampire would have the same stamina and libido action but that was just squicky. Dead body or living body? Which do YOU prefer snuggling the night away with?
She realized the tub had filled with steaming water, and she carefully added in two scoops of bath salts. Cautiously she lowered her bruised and aching body into the hot bath, willing herself relaxed, breathing in sharply through clenched teeth when a particularly nasty patch of abrasion burn sunk below the waters surface. She let herself soak for a while before reaching to her wash cloth and soap.
Quickly she built up a lather, and worked the sudsy cloth over her arms and legs, smoothing it along her tummy and made sure to clean out her belly button. She sighed softly in enjoyment as the scented bath salts helped ease away even more tension, and settled into the tub, a towel folded behind her head to support her neck.
She took the slightly abrasive washcloth, and danced it over her nipples, moaning softly at the electric currents the light touch shot towards her clit. This time it was going to be different. This time she actually had a voice, mannerisms, and clear 3D images. This time when she came she’d be cumming to the clearest, truest personification for the lust filled fantasy ever, and man oh man was that going to be good.
She picked a favorite fantasy and pulled both her arms beneath the waters surface.
She saw in her minds eye Buffy walking alone into an alley, and not noticing the pack of vampires following her in. Faith followed her in at a run, crossbow at the ready as her pockets bulged with stakes, holy water, and crosses.
She saw herself saving Buffy from unimaginable odds, before claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Oh yeah, that would be hot, those soft lips parting beneath hers, her tongue sliding between them to plunder the softness within.
A small panting moan danced past her lips as one hand played with her breasts, and the other slid between her legs. Her fingers picked up a rhythm as her fantasy surged forward.
Peeling Buffy’s shirt off and throwing it into a dumpster, leaving her in a demi-cup red laced bra… oh yeah that was hot, she’d kiss her again, one hand behind Buffy’s head, the other sliding into the small of her back, pulling her body against her own, fingers at her back sliding down inside her pants to see what kinda panties her Slayer heroine wore while out kicking ass.
Faith felt her breathing grow more labored, her fingers stroking her clit, and sliding inside the soft folds, while her other hand teased and pulled at her nipples, the tingles of pain dancing down her spine, making her toes curl in pure pleasure.
Buffy would be wearing… a thong, no wait, not a thong, but those lacy mini-short like panties. Oh yeah, curving over her ass, cupping it, but giving no real cover to claim any kind of decency. Red to match her bra, same kind of lace as the bra, yeah, oh yeah…
No wait, not pants, Buffy would be wearing a skirt, a short kilt, like a schoolgirl uniform, Faith could see her hands slipping under Buffy’s skirt, finding her dripping cunt, pinching her perky nipples… oh yeah, Faith liked the kilt idea.
She saw herself getting on her knees in front of Buffy, taking one of her legs and putting it over her shoulder to give her better access to Buffy’s pussy… yeah, the smell, it would smell so sweet, so musky, and she’d be in heaven. She could just imagine the taste… dammit! Why was she in the bath tub? She could taste herself if she wasn’t so soapy and nasty tasting… that’s okay, later, she can do that after she gets out of the bath.
Just when in her fantasy she got Buffy off, her face getting coated in the Slayer’s pussy juices and climax, Faith came in the bath tub, her legs kicking out slightly, she didn’t even notice when she bent the faucet from one particularly good kick.
Sated, relaxed, and feeling like a limp noodle, she pulled herself out of the cooling bath, pulling the motel towel tight about her damp body before falling down on the bed.
She’d do better tomorrow. She’d show the Slayer what she really thought of her. She’d show Buffy just how much she worshipped her, and Buffy would know, and see, and… yeah, fantasy land, but it was her fantasy land, and it was the only one she had, so she’d damned well enjoy it.
Her wandering fingers found her still sensitive and engorged clit, and she brought herself off quickly as she thought about what she’d like to do with Buffy tomorrow, and when she was finished, she silently drifted off into a well earned sleep.
Her last thoughts were about how she’d work harder tomorrow, to show her what she was made of, to really… show her. Oh yeah, she’d show her…