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Toys 'R' Us
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
9,901
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
Title: Toys ''R' Us: Chapter Three.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Whatever shall Buffy and Faith do after being trapped inside a local Toys 'R' Us by a pair of mischievous wizards under Willow's watch?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here, save for the storyline. All characters and the like are trademark properties of Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy and it's affiliates. Barbie and Skipper are copyrighted to Matel. Toys 'R' Us is copyrighted to their fucking bizarre giraffe and whoever else. Please don't sue. I'm just a poor girl. Really, I am.
Thank you for the reviews everyone! Keep on reviewing please. :)
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Where to go? S'not like they had the streets as their playground like normally. Though as Faith's legs kicked up and she turned from one corner to the next, the rush of being in the open world came rushing through her veins. The positive adrenaline was keeping her active. Her brain just clicked with the happy sensation making her behave in such a way she'd have otherwise turned her nose up at.
"C'mon... you hafta be right behind me, B. Just..." Skidding to a hault, Faith eyed the deserted aisle sadly. Buffy wasn't chasing her? Well, that sucked.
Ah ha! If Buffy wasn't going to chase her, then, "I'll chase B!" She concluded and was off to find a way of getting to the blonde that the other would have no choice but the run!
Ten minutes later and a stereotypical blonde stood there as clueless as ever. For Buffy, she was just being uptight. There was noway in the Hellmouth that she'd give pursuit after the once rogue Slayer. "Been there, done that. No need to relive it." As long as you didn't hear a voice responding back to you, then you were clear to talk to yourself. The silence grayed into a low ringing sound. Gradually increasing in volume.
"Hmm..." Wondering where that incisive noise was stemming from, Buffy whirled around in a perfect one hundred and eighty degree turn to lay eyes on, "Faith?" Who was well on her way speeding down the main aisle of the store. "Are you in a police car?"
And sure enough, she was!
The red and blue sirens flashed around and around in their little plastic holders ontop of the front windshield. The five foot five Slayer was crammed into the two seater car rather tightly, her body looked more comical than ferocious. Especially when set on her head was a police hat and a cheap metal badge made of yellow crap, was pinned over her right breast.
"Either I'm hallucinating, or Faith has seriously gone off the deep end." Something told her that it might just be both.
"It's none of the above. Better run B!" Faith was heading straight for the older Slayer. One hand gripped the wheel as the other held the babydoll over the side of the driver's side door, cutting it's feet close to the ground. "Gonna come save Ugly, or g'na let her suffer?" Oh, she couldn't wait until Buffy decided what to do. Keeping to one side of the small car left room for something hidden in the passenger side.
"I am not running, Faith. This is ridiculous! Stop playing with the toys. I guarantee you that they have cameras all around here and with the luck you and I both have together...well, lets just say, we are bound to be riding in one of those for real." Pointing to the car, Buffy sighed in exasperation. Too bad she hadn't saved it. As Faith pulled up along Buffy, full lower lip sticking out in a pout, brown hues pleaded for Buffy to just play along.
"I'm bored. C'mon, B! S'not like it's g'na kill you. It's you and me here. If you don't chase me, I might do something destructive." Unable to hide the devious grin anylonger, Faith pulled out her last ditch attempt. The super soaker was filled with soda. And with one long held spray, the blonde was being drenched. "Ya left me no choice..." Tossing the watergun off to the side, Faith weaseled a hand into the tight fitted space of her back pocket to snatch out the pop rocks. Gnawing at the tip, Faith ignored Buffy's ranting screams at her actions and when the top ripped open, the candy was tossed at the standing Slayer and at once, Faith hit the gas. The hard tires peeling away at a max speed of two miles an hour.
By the time Faith was five feet away, Buffy's clothing started to exlode with crackles and sizzles here and there. The soda drenched cotton shirt finally reacting to the popping candy littering her clothing.
Now Buffy did chase Faith. Only chase wasn't the word.
No. Buffy was hunting.
-TBC.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Whatever shall Buffy and Faith do after being trapped inside a local Toys 'R' Us by a pair of mischievous wizards under Willow's watch?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here, save for the storyline. All characters and the like are trademark properties of Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy and it's affiliates. Barbie and Skipper are copyrighted to Matel. Toys 'R' Us is copyrighted to their fucking bizarre giraffe and whoever else. Please don't sue. I'm just a poor girl. Really, I am.
Thank you for the reviews everyone! Keep on reviewing please. :)
- - -
Where to go? S'not like they had the streets as their playground like normally. Though as Faith's legs kicked up and she turned from one corner to the next, the rush of being in the open world came rushing through her veins. The positive adrenaline was keeping her active. Her brain just clicked with the happy sensation making her behave in such a way she'd have otherwise turned her nose up at.
"C'mon... you hafta be right behind me, B. Just..." Skidding to a hault, Faith eyed the deserted aisle sadly. Buffy wasn't chasing her? Well, that sucked.
Ah ha! If Buffy wasn't going to chase her, then, "I'll chase B!" She concluded and was off to find a way of getting to the blonde that the other would have no choice but the run!
Ten minutes later and a stereotypical blonde stood there as clueless as ever. For Buffy, she was just being uptight. There was noway in the Hellmouth that she'd give pursuit after the once rogue Slayer. "Been there, done that. No need to relive it." As long as you didn't hear a voice responding back to you, then you were clear to talk to yourself. The silence grayed into a low ringing sound. Gradually increasing in volume.
"Hmm..." Wondering where that incisive noise was stemming from, Buffy whirled around in a perfect one hundred and eighty degree turn to lay eyes on, "Faith?" Who was well on her way speeding down the main aisle of the store. "Are you in a police car?"
And sure enough, she was!
The red and blue sirens flashed around and around in their little plastic holders ontop of the front windshield. The five foot five Slayer was crammed into the two seater car rather tightly, her body looked more comical than ferocious. Especially when set on her head was a police hat and a cheap metal badge made of yellow crap, was pinned over her right breast.
"Either I'm hallucinating, or Faith has seriously gone off the deep end." Something told her that it might just be both.
"It's none of the above. Better run B!" Faith was heading straight for the older Slayer. One hand gripped the wheel as the other held the babydoll over the side of the driver's side door, cutting it's feet close to the ground. "Gonna come save Ugly, or g'na let her suffer?" Oh, she couldn't wait until Buffy decided what to do. Keeping to one side of the small car left room for something hidden in the passenger side.
"I am not running, Faith. This is ridiculous! Stop playing with the toys. I guarantee you that they have cameras all around here and with the luck you and I both have together...well, lets just say, we are bound to be riding in one of those for real." Pointing to the car, Buffy sighed in exasperation. Too bad she hadn't saved it. As Faith pulled up along Buffy, full lower lip sticking out in a pout, brown hues pleaded for Buffy to just play along.
"I'm bored. C'mon, B! S'not like it's g'na kill you. It's you and me here. If you don't chase me, I might do something destructive." Unable to hide the devious grin anylonger, Faith pulled out her last ditch attempt. The super soaker was filled with soda. And with one long held spray, the blonde was being drenched. "Ya left me no choice..." Tossing the watergun off to the side, Faith weaseled a hand into the tight fitted space of her back pocket to snatch out the pop rocks. Gnawing at the tip, Faith ignored Buffy's ranting screams at her actions and when the top ripped open, the candy was tossed at the standing Slayer and at once, Faith hit the gas. The hard tires peeling away at a max speed of two miles an hour.
By the time Faith was five feet away, Buffy's clothing started to exlode with crackles and sizzles here and there. The soda drenched cotton shirt finally reacting to the popping candy littering her clothing.
Now Buffy did chase Faith. Only chase wasn't the word.
No. Buffy was hunting.
-TBC.