Chestnuts Ablazin'
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,515
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 1
Title: Chestnuts Ablazin’
Author: Lynio (lynio@yahoo.com)
Summary: Buffy tries to make Faith’s first Christmas after her coma, a merry one.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: F/B
Dedication: This is for you Vic. I’m going for those extra bonus points you mentioned. ;)
Challenge: Must use the dialogue, “I always thought potatoes were the best fruit.” Must contain two of the following three items: cursed mistletoe, a stuffed bra, and a bowl of punch.
Beta: Val, my mentor. You’re the bomb.
Disclaimer: All characters don’t belong to me. You know who owns them. I’m just borrowing and taking them out for some fun.
A/N: Don’t worry; I haven’t forgotten my other fic that I have to finish. I just needed a little distraction from it and got inspired to enter this challenge at the very last minute. Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas. Here’s a little Fuffy love to get you through to the New Year.
Chapter 1
Faith’s POV
Here I am standing at the front door of Buffy’s house, about to have Christmas with a bunch of strangers. It’s been a month since I came out of my coma and I can’t remember shit. I found out a little while ago that Buffy and me are something Giles calls a Vampire Slayer. The notion kinda scared me at first but hey. . .you can’t beat two wicked hot chicks with super powers.
We started training together as soon as I was able to walk. I was all skin and bones when I woke up and I still haven’t gained back all the weight and muscle needed to fit into my old clothes. I have to wear my belt tight just to keep my pants from falling off, when before I had just the right amount of ass back there. At least that’s what I’ve been told. Buffy has been teasing me about how my clothes are too loose on me, trying to get me to eat more.
I’ve been spending most of my time with Buffy, seeing her almost seven days a week. I feel the most comfortable around her. The others seem a little guarded around me, especially the red head. She’s always giving me this look whenever I’m hanging around with Buffy, like she’s jealous or something. But I don’t understand why cuz she’s got her own girl, Tara. Now she’s been the sweetest of them all to me, so shy and super nice.
That goofy guy Xander doesn’t say much to me, mostly he just stares at me, drooling. Whenever his girl Anya catches him staring, she slaps him hard on the shoulder. Gotta like that girl, she speaks her mind, no matter how off the wall it might sound. She seemed to be the only one that would talk to me straight about my past. She’s told me I’ve killed a couple of people and even made attempts on Buffy’s friends.
I wanted to run when she told me that in front of everybody, but Buffy told her off and defended me. Telling them I’m not the same person and to give me a chance. She stood up for me and stopped me from leaving, almost pleading me to stay. I didn’t want to stay and risk possibly hurting anyone else, but I just couldn’t say “no” to her.
She had this strange pull on me. I felt like I owed her something. I found out from the nurses, that she had been a frequent visitor. Ironically, my only visitor, while I was comatose. She was there at my bedside reading a book when I first opened my eyes. I was more grateful to her than I could ever admit, for taking such good care of me after my coma. And like a newborn chick to its mother, I’ve become attached to her from the first sight and she’s become my lifeline.
I think I’m startin’ to crush on Buffy, real hard. It seems like she’s got some feelings going on towards me, too. I’ve caught her from the corner of my eye, looking at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention to her. We’ve been playing this game now for a couple weeks. There were a few times when we worked out, where we lost our balance. Buffy had fallen on top of me and we came damned close to kissing.
Then her face would turn red and I could feel her body fighting it. She told me it was wrong, and she shouldn’t be taking advantage of me like this. It got even worse after the few times she took me out to slay. I found myself wanting to jump her, right then and there at the cemetery. It took every ounce of self-control on my part not to.
I’m here for HER tonight and I can feel the butterflies jumping around in my stomach. My hands are cold and clammy, clutching the stupid gift I got her. It isn’t much really, not like I have a lot of money. I’m fuckin’ flat broke. Giles has been putting me up at a motel and giving me money for food. I had to skip a few meals to save up for her gift.
Took me a good minute but I finally gathered enough nerve to ring the doorbell. The second I did, I got the urge to turn around and run. Just as I stepped down from the porch, the door swings open.
“Faith? I’ve been waiting for you! Where do you think you’re going?”
She busts me trying to bail and I turn to face her looking guilty. My jaw practically touches the ground when I see her all decked out for the first time. She’s got this real sexy dark red dress on with a plunging neckline.
And boy, get a load of her knockers!
I never noticed she had such a rack when she wore a tank before. My eyes must be bugging out of their sockets and my throat just got hella dry.
“I take you like the dress?” She smiles at me and straightens out her back, jutting her chest out even more, giving me a better view.
“Y-yeah. You clean up pretty nicely, girlfriend.”
“Thanks. I’m glad you decided to come by.”
“I’m not staying. I don’t wanna ruin your Christmas with your friends. I just want to give you this, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Oh no you don’t. I want you here Faith. It wouldn’t be Christmas without you.”
She steps forward and pulls me into a tight hug, catching me off guard. My Slayer hearing picks up a slight swishing sound as she pressed her chest against me.
Damn, I KNEW they were FAKE!
She’s gotta be wearing one of those water-filled bras that enhances your size. Man, the right bra can really make all the difference in an outfit. As for me, I prefer my puppies free and unleashed.
Before I can bring my arms around her to return the hug, she ends it and gives me a sweet smile. If only I could spend Christmas with just her and not the gang. I know her friends don’t care for me much. Not like I give a shit about what they think though. My only concern is what Buffy thinks.
“Let’s go inside.”
“I’ll come in, if you promise me something first.”
“Sure, anything.”
“Here, this is for you. Promise me you won’t open it in front of anybody.” I hand her the gift bag and our fingers brush together, sending tingles through my arm.
“Why?”
“Just don’t, okay?”
“Alright, I promise. Thank you.” She says sincerely and I’m feeling my cheeks heat up.
“It’s crappy.”
“Now, come on.” She grabs hold of my arm and drags me into the house.
Author: Lynio (lynio@yahoo.com)
Summary: Buffy tries to make Faith’s first Christmas after her coma, a merry one.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: F/B
Dedication: This is for you Vic. I’m going for those extra bonus points you mentioned. ;)
Challenge: Must use the dialogue, “I always thought potatoes were the best fruit.” Must contain two of the following three items: cursed mistletoe, a stuffed bra, and a bowl of punch.
Beta: Val, my mentor. You’re the bomb.
Disclaimer: All characters don’t belong to me. You know who owns them. I’m just borrowing and taking them out for some fun.
A/N: Don’t worry; I haven’t forgotten my other fic that I have to finish. I just needed a little distraction from it and got inspired to enter this challenge at the very last minute. Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas. Here’s a little Fuffy love to get you through to the New Year.
Chapter 1
Faith’s POV
Here I am standing at the front door of Buffy’s house, about to have Christmas with a bunch of strangers. It’s been a month since I came out of my coma and I can’t remember shit. I found out a little while ago that Buffy and me are something Giles calls a Vampire Slayer. The notion kinda scared me at first but hey. . .you can’t beat two wicked hot chicks with super powers.
We started training together as soon as I was able to walk. I was all skin and bones when I woke up and I still haven’t gained back all the weight and muscle needed to fit into my old clothes. I have to wear my belt tight just to keep my pants from falling off, when before I had just the right amount of ass back there. At least that’s what I’ve been told. Buffy has been teasing me about how my clothes are too loose on me, trying to get me to eat more.
I’ve been spending most of my time with Buffy, seeing her almost seven days a week. I feel the most comfortable around her. The others seem a little guarded around me, especially the red head. She’s always giving me this look whenever I’m hanging around with Buffy, like she’s jealous or something. But I don’t understand why cuz she’s got her own girl, Tara. Now she’s been the sweetest of them all to me, so shy and super nice.
That goofy guy Xander doesn’t say much to me, mostly he just stares at me, drooling. Whenever his girl Anya catches him staring, she slaps him hard on the shoulder. Gotta like that girl, she speaks her mind, no matter how off the wall it might sound. She seemed to be the only one that would talk to me straight about my past. She’s told me I’ve killed a couple of people and even made attempts on Buffy’s friends.
I wanted to run when she told me that in front of everybody, but Buffy told her off and defended me. Telling them I’m not the same person and to give me a chance. She stood up for me and stopped me from leaving, almost pleading me to stay. I didn’t want to stay and risk possibly hurting anyone else, but I just couldn’t say “no” to her.
She had this strange pull on me. I felt like I owed her something. I found out from the nurses, that she had been a frequent visitor. Ironically, my only visitor, while I was comatose. She was there at my bedside reading a book when I first opened my eyes. I was more grateful to her than I could ever admit, for taking such good care of me after my coma. And like a newborn chick to its mother, I’ve become attached to her from the first sight and she’s become my lifeline.
I think I’m startin’ to crush on Buffy, real hard. It seems like she’s got some feelings going on towards me, too. I’ve caught her from the corner of my eye, looking at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention to her. We’ve been playing this game now for a couple weeks. There were a few times when we worked out, where we lost our balance. Buffy had fallen on top of me and we came damned close to kissing.
Then her face would turn red and I could feel her body fighting it. She told me it was wrong, and she shouldn’t be taking advantage of me like this. It got even worse after the few times she took me out to slay. I found myself wanting to jump her, right then and there at the cemetery. It took every ounce of self-control on my part not to.
I’m here for HER tonight and I can feel the butterflies jumping around in my stomach. My hands are cold and clammy, clutching the stupid gift I got her. It isn’t much really, not like I have a lot of money. I’m fuckin’ flat broke. Giles has been putting me up at a motel and giving me money for food. I had to skip a few meals to save up for her gift.
Took me a good minute but I finally gathered enough nerve to ring the doorbell. The second I did, I got the urge to turn around and run. Just as I stepped down from the porch, the door swings open.
“Faith? I’ve been waiting for you! Where do you think you’re going?”
She busts me trying to bail and I turn to face her looking guilty. My jaw practically touches the ground when I see her all decked out for the first time. She’s got this real sexy dark red dress on with a plunging neckline.
And boy, get a load of her knockers!
I never noticed she had such a rack when she wore a tank before. My eyes must be bugging out of their sockets and my throat just got hella dry.
“I take you like the dress?” She smiles at me and straightens out her back, jutting her chest out even more, giving me a better view.
“Y-yeah. You clean up pretty nicely, girlfriend.”
“Thanks. I’m glad you decided to come by.”
“I’m not staying. I don’t wanna ruin your Christmas with your friends. I just want to give you this, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Oh no you don’t. I want you here Faith. It wouldn’t be Christmas without you.”
She steps forward and pulls me into a tight hug, catching me off guard. My Slayer hearing picks up a slight swishing sound as she pressed her chest against me.
Damn, I KNEW they were FAKE!
She’s gotta be wearing one of those water-filled bras that enhances your size. Man, the right bra can really make all the difference in an outfit. As for me, I prefer my puppies free and unleashed.
Before I can bring my arms around her to return the hug, she ends it and gives me a sweet smile. If only I could spend Christmas with just her and not the gang. I know her friends don’t care for me much. Not like I give a shit about what they think though. My only concern is what Buffy thinks.
“Let’s go inside.”
“I’ll come in, if you promise me something first.”
“Sure, anything.”
“Here, this is for you. Promise me you won’t open it in front of anybody.” I hand her the gift bag and our fingers brush together, sending tingles through my arm.
“Why?”
“Just don’t, okay?”
“Alright, I promise. Thank you.” She says sincerely and I’m feeling my cheeks heat up.
“It’s crappy.”
“Now, come on.” She grabs hold of my arm and drags me into the house.