Having Mom For Christmas
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
6,000
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Having the Friends for the New Year (2)
“It’s here, I can feel it.” Spike tells me coming to a stop in the dark alley and inhaling the air.
“Let’s go,” I tell him.
He walks forward, disappearing in front of my very eyes.
I reach out and watch my hand disappear from in front of me.
Here goes.
I take a deep breath and walk forward.
We appear in a small, dank room. Walking past bodies just littered all over the ground, we reach a closed door. Spike knocks.
“I’m busy!” We hear. “Come back later.”
“It’s Faith,” I reply.
The door swings open and as soon as I enter, I’m hit by this wicked nasty smell. I look down and see a guy, whose body is burning by an open fire. Our host looks to us and laughs.
”My apologies,” he says. “I wasn’t expecting company.”
I put my hands up to tell him I’m not bothered.
”To each his own, man. I was in the neighbourhood, thought I’d stop by and stock up.”
“How would you like it?”
“The books attract less attention.”
“Books it is,” he says leaving us. Walking past Spike, he acknowledges him by calling his name.
“Rack,” Spike replies.
“What is it with you two?” I ask when Rack’s gone.
“Don’t like the bloke,” Spike answers bending down to kneel beside the burning body. “You reckon his blood’s hot?” He asks me, practically undressing the body with his eyes.
I shrug.
He picks up the body, sinking his teeth into it. Drawing the blood, he drops the body and spits out.
“This guy’s been dead for some time,” he concludes.
Rack returns facing me with the books.
”Thanks, man.” I tell him, motioning for Spike to take them.
“Now,” the warlock says, taking me by the shoulders. “For my reward.”
He places his hand on my chest and I black out.
---
I wake up and my head’s messed up. I feel like the world’s fuckin’ spinnin’ triple time around me. I can make out that I’m in my car, but I can’t remember why. Everything looks wicked fuzzy.
I shake my head and I’m pretty much snapped back to reality when I feel a hand running up my thigh. I look to my right and see Spike near drooling all over me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, pushing him back over to his side of the car.
“You just look so cute when you’re sleeping, pet.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m engaged, man. Pretty soon, I’m gonna be promisin’ Buffy that I’m gonna be faithful to her no matter what – I aint gonna break that promise.”
He leers at me, cupping himself through his leather pants.
“You’re aroused.” He sniffs the air. “I can smell it.”
“Yeah, well, I had an encounter with B earlier.”
He shakes his head. “Scent’s new, Love.”
I glare at him, ordering he, “Shut up and drive.”
He starts up the car and I reach into my glove for some smokes. Lord knows I need 'em real bad right about now.
“Let’s go,” I tell him.
He walks forward, disappearing in front of my very eyes.
I reach out and watch my hand disappear from in front of me.
Here goes.
I take a deep breath and walk forward.
We appear in a small, dank room. Walking past bodies just littered all over the ground, we reach a closed door. Spike knocks.
“I’m busy!” We hear. “Come back later.”
“It’s Faith,” I reply.
The door swings open and as soon as I enter, I’m hit by this wicked nasty smell. I look down and see a guy, whose body is burning by an open fire. Our host looks to us and laughs.
”My apologies,” he says. “I wasn’t expecting company.”
I put my hands up to tell him I’m not bothered.
”To each his own, man. I was in the neighbourhood, thought I’d stop by and stock up.”
“How would you like it?”
“The books attract less attention.”
“Books it is,” he says leaving us. Walking past Spike, he acknowledges him by calling his name.
“Rack,” Spike replies.
“What is it with you two?” I ask when Rack’s gone.
“Don’t like the bloke,” Spike answers bending down to kneel beside the burning body. “You reckon his blood’s hot?” He asks me, practically undressing the body with his eyes.
I shrug.
He picks up the body, sinking his teeth into it. Drawing the blood, he drops the body and spits out.
“This guy’s been dead for some time,” he concludes.
Rack returns facing me with the books.
”Thanks, man.” I tell him, motioning for Spike to take them.
“Now,” the warlock says, taking me by the shoulders. “For my reward.”
He places his hand on my chest and I black out.
---
I wake up and my head’s messed up. I feel like the world’s fuckin’ spinnin’ triple time around me. I can make out that I’m in my car, but I can’t remember why. Everything looks wicked fuzzy.
I shake my head and I’m pretty much snapped back to reality when I feel a hand running up my thigh. I look to my right and see Spike near drooling all over me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, pushing him back over to his side of the car.
“You just look so cute when you’re sleeping, pet.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m engaged, man. Pretty soon, I’m gonna be promisin’ Buffy that I’m gonna be faithful to her no matter what – I aint gonna break that promise.”
He leers at me, cupping himself through his leather pants.
“You’re aroused.” He sniffs the air. “I can smell it.”
“Yeah, well, I had an encounter with B earlier.”
He shakes his head. “Scent’s new, Love.”
I glare at him, ordering he, “Shut up and drive.”
He starts up the car and I reach into my glove for some smokes. Lord knows I need 'em real bad right about now.