Chestnuts Ablazin'
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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3,509
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11
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Chapter 2
Title: Chestnuts Ablazin’
Author: Lynio (lynio@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: F/B
Beta: Val, my mentor. You’re the bomb.
Disclaimer: All characters don’t belong to me. . .
Chapter 2
Buffy’s POV
“Hey everybody, Faith’s here.”
Tara is the first to come greet her and give her a hug. Everyone else looked at her like deer caught in headlights, and then just waved to her. I guess that’s to be expected. They were against me inviting her, but it’s my house so they had no say in the matter. I made them all promise to be civil around her. Tara has even been working on Willow, helping her be more pleasant around Faith.
“What would you like to drink, Faith?”
“Whatever you’ve got.”
“We have punch!” I offer, maybe a little too enthusiastically, trying to liven things up.
“I’ll have some with you, Faith.” Tara takes her hand and leads her to the kitchen.
Tara is such a sweetheart. I can see Willow turning red from all the attention Tara and I are giving Faith. The rest of the gang pretty much stayed in their seats in the living room when Faith arrived.
Not like Xander could stand up anyhow. Anya has been sitting on his lap the whole time they’ve been here. Tara, Willow and I had set up the dining room and finished laying out the food when the doorbell rang.
I run up the stairs to my room to hide away Faith’s gift from everyone as promised, knowing Faith was in good hands. I was surprised she even thought of getting me a gift.
We’ve been spending a lot of time together since she’s come out of her coma. Her amnesia has actually helped us ‘start over’ and we’ve slowly been able to form a friendship without all the emotional baggage.
My feelings for her haven’t changed much. In fact, the more we’re together, the stronger they become for her. It’s getting harder to keep my feelings hidden from her and everyone else. At the Scooby meetings, I find myself just gazing at her and counting the minutes until we get to train together.
I get so worked up after our sessions, seeing her tank top cling to her glistening skin, exposing her erect nipples. I just want to grab her and kiss those sensual lips of hers. I almost did once.
Okay, maybe it almost happened more than once. It looked like she was willing but I stopped in the nick of time, not wanting to take advantage of the situation.
This is the second gift she’s ever given me and I’m feeling all giddy inside. I still have the first one, a personalized stake she handcrafted herself with the letter ‘B’ on it.
She was probably hurt that I never used it on patrol. I never told her that I kept it under my pillow. It’s become a sort of security blanket for me, holding on to it when I slept. It was too special to me and I didn’t want to damage it during slaying.
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We take our seats at the dining table. The couples take the seats next to each other, leaving Faith and I to sit across from each other at the opposite ends. No complaining here, I had a better view of her that way.
“Nice spread, Buffy.” Faith says, her eyes scanning the over abundance of food in front of her. I really went all out this year, trying to make it special for her. There was enough turkey, ham and fixings to feed an army. She’s been getting her appetite back slowly but she could still stand to gain a few more pounds.
“Thanks, I ordered everything from Honey Baked so I wouldn’t poison everyone with my cooking this year. I know how much you like potatoes. So I got scalloped, mashed, baked and even potato salad.”
“Damn, you DO know me. I always thought potatoes were the best fruit.”
“Potatoes are NOT fruit.” Willow scoffed towards Faith, correcting her error in contempt.
“Yeah, I guess it takes one to know one, huh Red?”
Oh boy, so much for having a friendly dinner, we haven’t even started eating yet. I jump in, trying to diffuse the situation.
“Come on, let’s dig in everyone.”
“Are you calling me a fruit?” But Willow is not letting it go.
“No, I’d say you look more like Mrs. Potato Head.” Faith gave her a smirk.
“Mrs. Potato Head! Hey, I used to LOVE that toy when I was a kid. I got the whole set with Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head one Christmas.”
They both glared at Xander, but I thanked him silently for saving the day.
“I don’t see how playing with a potato would be much fun and what custom would allow two potatoes to be married?”
“No, honey bun. It’s just a toy, they’re not really married.”
“You must show me this strange toy. Is it something that can be played with in bed?”
He takes out a pad and pen from his coat pocket and starts to scribble. Meanwhile, Tara grabs Willow’s plate and starts serving her food to calm her down.
“Here sweetie pie, this is how Mrs. Potato Head looks.”
“Oh yes, I can see the resemblance. Faith’s right, you do look like this funny looking toy, Willow. You should sue them for stealing your image. I bet you could win a lot of money.”
Faith almost chokes on her food at Anya’s brutally honest comment. I have to admit, there is a little resemblance. I’m trying hard to hold back the grin on my face.
“Let me see that.” Willow grabs the pad from Anya.
“It d-doesn’t look a thing like you, honey. Your lips are smaller and you have hair.”
“Xander you drew this on purpose to make it look like me.”
Willow must have noticed the likeness, too.
“No, I didn’t. I wasn’t even looking at you when I sketched it, honest.”
“It’s true, I was watching him as he drew it. My Xander is very talented.”
“You know what? I don’t have to take this. I’m going home. I told you this was a bad idea inviting HER, Buffy.”
Willow stands up from her chair and collects her things. So much for Xander saving the day, he made it worse with the sketch. I look up at Faith, sighing in defeat.
“What? I didn’t do anything. SHE started it.”
“I know, Faith. It’s not your fault.”
I leave my seat to see them out, knowing nothing I can say or do can fix things. I’m sure Tara will get through to her eventually when she calms down.
The rest of the evening was pretty quiet. Everyone just concentrated on eating until they were stuffed. After Xander polished off his second helping, Anya finally broke the silence.
“Can we open the presents now so Xander and I can go home and have sweaty sex?”
I notice Xander squirming in his seat and Anya’s hand under the table. God, I so do NOT want to know what her hand is doing on Xander’s lap. I’ve suddenly lost my appetite and opted against getting any dessert.
I look up at Faith and she’s turned all worried at the mention of opening presents. I didn’t think it would be right to open them anyway, with half the scoobies missing.
“We should wait, maybe save it for tomorrow when Willow and Tara are around.”
They both agree with my suggestion and Faith lets out a sigh of relief. Anya then starts to nibble on Xander's ears, making him and the rest of us at the table very uncomfortable.
“Umm Buffy, is it alright if Anya and I leave now? We’ve got some things to do at home.”
“Yes, like getting naked and giving me multiple org- . . .”
Xander thankfully covers his girlfriend’s offending mouth with his hand.
“Merry Christmas, guys. We’ll see you later.” They both stand up from their chairs and head for the door.
“Oh good, we’re leaving now. Goodbye Faith. Goodbye Buffy. I hope your Christmas’ are filled with orgasms like mine.”
“Alrighty, buttercup. That’s enough. Bye, Buff. Bye, Faith.”
Xander flushed with embarrassment, ushers Anya from the house.
Leaving me alone with Faith. . .finally.
I smile apologetically at her. I wanted so much to give her a merry Christmas.
Author: Lynio (lynio@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: F/B
Beta: Val, my mentor. You’re the bomb.
Disclaimer: All characters don’t belong to me. . .
Chapter 2
Buffy’s POV
“Hey everybody, Faith’s here.”
Tara is the first to come greet her and give her a hug. Everyone else looked at her like deer caught in headlights, and then just waved to her. I guess that’s to be expected. They were against me inviting her, but it’s my house so they had no say in the matter. I made them all promise to be civil around her. Tara has even been working on Willow, helping her be more pleasant around Faith.
“What would you like to drink, Faith?”
“Whatever you’ve got.”
“We have punch!” I offer, maybe a little too enthusiastically, trying to liven things up.
“I’ll have some with you, Faith.” Tara takes her hand and leads her to the kitchen.
Tara is such a sweetheart. I can see Willow turning red from all the attention Tara and I are giving Faith. The rest of the gang pretty much stayed in their seats in the living room when Faith arrived.
Not like Xander could stand up anyhow. Anya has been sitting on his lap the whole time they’ve been here. Tara, Willow and I had set up the dining room and finished laying out the food when the doorbell rang.
I run up the stairs to my room to hide away Faith’s gift from everyone as promised, knowing Faith was in good hands. I was surprised she even thought of getting me a gift.
We’ve been spending a lot of time together since she’s come out of her coma. Her amnesia has actually helped us ‘start over’ and we’ve slowly been able to form a friendship without all the emotional baggage.
My feelings for her haven’t changed much. In fact, the more we’re together, the stronger they become for her. It’s getting harder to keep my feelings hidden from her and everyone else. At the Scooby meetings, I find myself just gazing at her and counting the minutes until we get to train together.
I get so worked up after our sessions, seeing her tank top cling to her glistening skin, exposing her erect nipples. I just want to grab her and kiss those sensual lips of hers. I almost did once.
Okay, maybe it almost happened more than once. It looked like she was willing but I stopped in the nick of time, not wanting to take advantage of the situation.
This is the second gift she’s ever given me and I’m feeling all giddy inside. I still have the first one, a personalized stake she handcrafted herself with the letter ‘B’ on it.
She was probably hurt that I never used it on patrol. I never told her that I kept it under my pillow. It’s become a sort of security blanket for me, holding on to it when I slept. It was too special to me and I didn’t want to damage it during slaying.
**************************
We take our seats at the dining table. The couples take the seats next to each other, leaving Faith and I to sit across from each other at the opposite ends. No complaining here, I had a better view of her that way.
“Nice spread, Buffy.” Faith says, her eyes scanning the over abundance of food in front of her. I really went all out this year, trying to make it special for her. There was enough turkey, ham and fixings to feed an army. She’s been getting her appetite back slowly but she could still stand to gain a few more pounds.
“Thanks, I ordered everything from Honey Baked so I wouldn’t poison everyone with my cooking this year. I know how much you like potatoes. So I got scalloped, mashed, baked and even potato salad.”
“Damn, you DO know me. I always thought potatoes were the best fruit.”
“Potatoes are NOT fruit.” Willow scoffed towards Faith, correcting her error in contempt.
“Yeah, I guess it takes one to know one, huh Red?”
Oh boy, so much for having a friendly dinner, we haven’t even started eating yet. I jump in, trying to diffuse the situation.
“Come on, let’s dig in everyone.”
“Are you calling me a fruit?” But Willow is not letting it go.
“No, I’d say you look more like Mrs. Potato Head.” Faith gave her a smirk.
“Mrs. Potato Head! Hey, I used to LOVE that toy when I was a kid. I got the whole set with Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head one Christmas.”
They both glared at Xander, but I thanked him silently for saving the day.
“I don’t see how playing with a potato would be much fun and what custom would allow two potatoes to be married?”
“No, honey bun. It’s just a toy, they’re not really married.”
“You must show me this strange toy. Is it something that can be played with in bed?”
He takes out a pad and pen from his coat pocket and starts to scribble. Meanwhile, Tara grabs Willow’s plate and starts serving her food to calm her down.
“Here sweetie pie, this is how Mrs. Potato Head looks.”
“Oh yes, I can see the resemblance. Faith’s right, you do look like this funny looking toy, Willow. You should sue them for stealing your image. I bet you could win a lot of money.”
Faith almost chokes on her food at Anya’s brutally honest comment. I have to admit, there is a little resemblance. I’m trying hard to hold back the grin on my face.
“Let me see that.” Willow grabs the pad from Anya.
“It d-doesn’t look a thing like you, honey. Your lips are smaller and you have hair.”
“Xander you drew this on purpose to make it look like me.”
Willow must have noticed the likeness, too.
“No, I didn’t. I wasn’t even looking at you when I sketched it, honest.”
“It’s true, I was watching him as he drew it. My Xander is very talented.”
“You know what? I don’t have to take this. I’m going home. I told you this was a bad idea inviting HER, Buffy.”
Willow stands up from her chair and collects her things. So much for Xander saving the day, he made it worse with the sketch. I look up at Faith, sighing in defeat.
“What? I didn’t do anything. SHE started it.”
“I know, Faith. It’s not your fault.”
I leave my seat to see them out, knowing nothing I can say or do can fix things. I’m sure Tara will get through to her eventually when she calms down.
The rest of the evening was pretty quiet. Everyone just concentrated on eating until they were stuffed. After Xander polished off his second helping, Anya finally broke the silence.
“Can we open the presents now so Xander and I can go home and have sweaty sex?”
I notice Xander squirming in his seat and Anya’s hand under the table. God, I so do NOT want to know what her hand is doing on Xander’s lap. I’ve suddenly lost my appetite and opted against getting any dessert.
I look up at Faith and she’s turned all worried at the mention of opening presents. I didn’t think it would be right to open them anyway, with half the scoobies missing.
“We should wait, maybe save it for tomorrow when Willow and Tara are around.”
They both agree with my suggestion and Faith lets out a sigh of relief. Anya then starts to nibble on Xander's ears, making him and the rest of us at the table very uncomfortable.
“Umm Buffy, is it alright if Anya and I leave now? We’ve got some things to do at home.”
“Yes, like getting naked and giving me multiple org- . . .”
Xander thankfully covers his girlfriend’s offending mouth with his hand.
“Merry Christmas, guys. We’ll see you later.” They both stand up from their chairs and head for the door.
“Oh good, we’re leaving now. Goodbye Faith. Goodbye Buffy. I hope your Christmas’ are filled with orgasms like mine.”
“Alrighty, buttercup. That’s enough. Bye, Buff. Bye, Faith.”
Xander flushed with embarrassment, ushers Anya from the house.
Leaving me alone with Faith. . .finally.
I smile apologetically at her. I wanted so much to give her a merry Christmas.