Toys 'R' Us
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
9,914
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.
Capter Four
Title: Toys ''R' Us: Chapter Four.
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.
A/N: Thank you for the reviews everyone! I'm seriously enjoying writing this, lol. Who knows, maybe Faith and Buffy will stumble upon a gateway of a new kind of 'toy' store? ;) Please keep on reviewing. :)
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She wasn't going back on her word. Uh uh. Not at all. Buffy wasn't running after Faith. She was stalking her at a steady but slow pace. Each stride like that of a panther. Her eyes narrowed into darkened slits, head bowed just slightly. Her prey was right in sight. Not more than ten feet away. It'd be far too easy to run after the brunette, who was frantically pressing on, then off and then on the gas pedal in order to make it go faster.
"Fucking piece of shit car. GO! Go faster!" Faith was shouting at the three to ten year old of age range toy. Her Slayer grip as strong as ever when what meant to be her method of getting the car to turn around aisle five easier, the steering wheel was yanked off and the car kept rotating in a three hundred and sixty degree circle over and over.
Buffy let a glint of amusement shine in her eyes, but she had other plans for Faith. Afterall, this was one of her favorite shirts and the imp before her just had to go and ruin it. Hmph!
The eerie sounds of pop rocks snapping and soda dripping to the floor sounded like beads of blood dripping and the Halloween theme playing. Letting you know that you had nowhere to run. All of it made for Faith's heart to leap into her throat. Her blood pounded in her ears, her head felt light. This was actually kind of wicked! So long as Buffy didn't peel a butcher knife from behind her back and methodically stab the leather clad Slayer to death.
"Can't run Faith. I'll find you. But don't let that stop you from going ahead and trying. Makes it much more sweeter." Badgered Buffy while keeping her pace effectively menacing.
This was a side of the other that Faith hadn't really seen. It was playful and down and out sexy. The carnal gleam in emerald hues set the fire in Faith burning to new heights. "I...I ain't runnin' from you, B. I'm..." Okay, so she was -trying-. Her hands snagged her two Barbie's and she jetted out of the boxed car as fast as her long legs could work themselves. Right now, the thrill of the chase, being on this end of the rope, was enticing for Faith. Buffy would infact catch her. Just not yet. Oh, no. There was too much fun to be had while following.
As Faith worked her pace faster, Buffy mimicked her. A distance of only five feet continuously being kept between both girls.
Heading down the boys section of the huge store, Faith found herself in the midst of army toys. Peeling a camouflaged color dart gun from a hook and rack, then it's confines, Faith leveled her hand to Buffy's face and pulled the trigger. The dart which was none other than a wobbly stick and an orange suction cup at it's end, landed right smack in the center of Buffy's forehead. Still the blonde walked.
"Damnit! Should'a figured hitting a blonde in the head would result in no reaction, fuck me gently with a chainsaw!" Turning back around, Faith scurried towards the sports section, Buffy now a good ten feet or more behind her. Suction cup still hanging there proudly between perfectly sculpted brows. Reaching it, the devious brunette knew exactly what she was looking for. Pulling the giant bag to the end of the bottom shelf, Faith waited until Buffy was oblivious to her motives, and just paying attention to her person in general.
"Just give up, Faithy. I've got more energy than even you." Buffy fixated her gaze straight ahead at her Slayer sister's eyes, wanting to see her reaction.
Too bad all she saw was mischieve.
Just before she was met with a colorful display of balls rolling towards her. Unable to tap into her Slayer grace at the moment, Buffy was left tripping over individual balls and landing flat on her ass after a good minute of fighting.
"Owned, bitch!" Came the triumph declaration from Faith.
-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.
A/N: Thank you for the reviews everyone! I'm seriously enjoying writing this, lol. Who knows, maybe Faith and Buffy will stumble upon a gateway of a new kind of 'toy' store? ;) Please keep on reviewing. :)
- - -
She wasn't going back on her word. Uh uh. Not at all. Buffy wasn't running after Faith. She was stalking her at a steady but slow pace. Each stride like that of a panther. Her eyes narrowed into darkened slits, head bowed just slightly. Her prey was right in sight. Not more than ten feet away. It'd be far too easy to run after the brunette, who was frantically pressing on, then off and then on the gas pedal in order to make it go faster.
"Fucking piece of shit car. GO! Go faster!" Faith was shouting at the three to ten year old of age range toy. Her Slayer grip as strong as ever when what meant to be her method of getting the car to turn around aisle five easier, the steering wheel was yanked off and the car kept rotating in a three hundred and sixty degree circle over and over.
Buffy let a glint of amusement shine in her eyes, but she had other plans for Faith. Afterall, this was one of her favorite shirts and the imp before her just had to go and ruin it. Hmph!
The eerie sounds of pop rocks snapping and soda dripping to the floor sounded like beads of blood dripping and the Halloween theme playing. Letting you know that you had nowhere to run. All of it made for Faith's heart to leap into her throat. Her blood pounded in her ears, her head felt light. This was actually kind of wicked! So long as Buffy didn't peel a butcher knife from behind her back and methodically stab the leather clad Slayer to death.
"Can't run Faith. I'll find you. But don't let that stop you from going ahead and trying. Makes it much more sweeter." Badgered Buffy while keeping her pace effectively menacing.
This was a side of the other that Faith hadn't really seen. It was playful and down and out sexy. The carnal gleam in emerald hues set the fire in Faith burning to new heights. "I...I ain't runnin' from you, B. I'm..." Okay, so she was -trying-. Her hands snagged her two Barbie's and she jetted out of the boxed car as fast as her long legs could work themselves. Right now, the thrill of the chase, being on this end of the rope, was enticing for Faith. Buffy would infact catch her. Just not yet. Oh, no. There was too much fun to be had while following.
As Faith worked her pace faster, Buffy mimicked her. A distance of only five feet continuously being kept between both girls.
Heading down the boys section of the huge store, Faith found herself in the midst of army toys. Peeling a camouflaged color dart gun from a hook and rack, then it's confines, Faith leveled her hand to Buffy's face and pulled the trigger. The dart which was none other than a wobbly stick and an orange suction cup at it's end, landed right smack in the center of Buffy's forehead. Still the blonde walked.
"Damnit! Should'a figured hitting a blonde in the head would result in no reaction, fuck me gently with a chainsaw!" Turning back around, Faith scurried towards the sports section, Buffy now a good ten feet or more behind her. Suction cup still hanging there proudly between perfectly sculpted brows. Reaching it, the devious brunette knew exactly what she was looking for. Pulling the giant bag to the end of the bottom shelf, Faith waited until Buffy was oblivious to her motives, and just paying attention to her person in general.
"Just give up, Faithy. I've got more energy than even you." Buffy fixated her gaze straight ahead at her Slayer sister's eyes, wanting to see her reaction.
Too bad all she saw was mischieve.
Just before she was met with a colorful display of balls rolling towards her. Unable to tap into her Slayer grace at the moment, Buffy was left tripping over individual balls and landing flat on her ass after a good minute of fighting.
"Owned, bitch!" Came the triumph declaration from Faith.
-TBC.