Toys 'R' Us
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
9,916
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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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 Six
Title: Toys ''R' Us: Chapter Six.
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. Anything else mentioned, be them persons or objects, are copyrighted to their owners just the same and blah, blah, blah. No money is made from this, so don't sue. I'm just a poor girl. Really, I am.
A/N: If you have any idea where else this could be archived, let me know? I don't really know of many other places.
Thank you everyone for the reviews. I looooove feedback as much as you love this story. So, please, keep reviewing and I'll keep writing. :)
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Something sticky ran along the smooth surface of Faith's tongue. The top ball of the piercing caught the substance just as the tiny digit worked it's way out of her mouth. Blinking, Faith tried to distinguish just what the hell Buffy did since she'd been too busy thinking of names to call the thorn in her side.
"Owned, bitch!" Buffy chirped in the horrified brunette's face as she registered just what that gooey texture was.
"EWW! You're fucking SICK!" Spat Faith, who was instantly spitting and wiping her tongue on the sleeve of Buffy's dirty shirt in fret. Her face was red with anger and humilation. Out of all the things Buffy had ever done to her, this was by far the worse! Fuck the gutting. Fuck the being self-righteous act. This was just wrong on way too many levels!
"That's what you get, Leather." Came the grinning blonde's reply as she pushed up and off her fallen sister Slayer. Her feet resting on either side of Faith's chest, "Hope that teaches you a lesson that you so can't best me. Booyah!" Probing Faith's ribs with the tip of her shoe, the smaller framed Slayer watched as the other wirthered in disgust, spitting out nothing but saliva and choking up as if to puke. "You better not..."
Too late.
Before Buffy could tap again into Slayer speed, Faith was on her side, arms clutched in wrap around her stomach, mouth flying open with yellowish vomit spilling freely over, "My new Pradas!" The blonde wailed unmoving from her stance under the chunky liquid. It was horrid! She had finally been able to buy actual shoes with a designer name on them. And not those ones from Pay-Less-For-More-Shit. The money Giles fell into when the Council poofed into thin air, left enough to cover the expenses of a lot of things; not to mention the cost of a certain blonde's vast shopping sprees.
Faith was dimly aware that Buffy was having a spaz attack as she coughed up the remainder of her disdain. "Ugh, B, shuddit." Groaning, Faith rolled back onto her back and away from the strongly scented grossness that Buffy had brought out. "Be kinda petty of me to say, 'owned, bitch', huh?" Closing her eyes, Faith wiped over her mouth and choked on a laugh as the older Slayer stepped over her and went about kicking off the gook.
"Okay, ow." The brunette complained, "Hurts when I laugh." Forcing her body to sit upright, Faith glanced sideways to see Buffy hopping up and down on one leg, as the other leg swung front and backwards, trying to throw puke off stained shoed. Much to Buffy's dismay, it was her shoe that went flying into a pile of stuffed animals across the floor.
"Nice one, B. Sure you didn't miss your calling as a football player?" The blonde turned her head and growled lowly in reponse, "Someone has vampire attributes." Snarkly Faith stood and dusted herself off, eyes searching around the store for a bathroom. That chilly dog from earlier with cheese fries didn't taste right after being digested and thrown back up.
"This is ALL your fault, you know?!" Buffy barked as she rummaged through the pile of teddy bears, stuffed pigs, dogs and the like.
"Mind telling me how this is MY fault, when you wiped your...oh fuck, I'ma puke thinking about it..." It took a shitload of willpower for Faith to swallow the urge to again upheave.
"You decided to chase those little kids instead of getting Willow. It was you who said you saw them come in here. You who said we could handle them. You who got us locked in here! Faith, are you seeing the pattern that is YOU?!" Unadulterated rage filled Buffy's once emerald eyes that were unseen to her 'enemy'.
"Me?" Innocently Faith pointed to herself in question, "I didn't do shit! You were the one that agreed that we could handle a pair of brats! You think you're some Mother Teresa, well guess what B? Ya ain't. You're..." Blinking rapidly, Faith stepped closer to the pile of toys that Buffy had disappeared into and was struggling to come out of. "...fucking stuck!" She finished laughing.
The sound of Buffy desperately struggling against the 'demonic' animals filtered around the still standing Slayer.
-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. Anything else mentioned, be them persons or objects, are copyrighted to their owners just the same and blah, blah, blah. No money is made from this, so don't sue. I'm just a poor girl. Really, I am.
A/N: If you have any idea where else this could be archived, let me know? I don't really know of many other places.
Thank you everyone for the reviews. I looooove feedback as much as you love this story. So, please, keep reviewing and I'll keep writing. :)
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Something sticky ran along the smooth surface of Faith's tongue. The top ball of the piercing caught the substance just as the tiny digit worked it's way out of her mouth. Blinking, Faith tried to distinguish just what the hell Buffy did since she'd been too busy thinking of names to call the thorn in her side.
"Owned, bitch!" Buffy chirped in the horrified brunette's face as she registered just what that gooey texture was.
"EWW! You're fucking SICK!" Spat Faith, who was instantly spitting and wiping her tongue on the sleeve of Buffy's dirty shirt in fret. Her face was red with anger and humilation. Out of all the things Buffy had ever done to her, this was by far the worse! Fuck the gutting. Fuck the being self-righteous act. This was just wrong on way too many levels!
"That's what you get, Leather." Came the grinning blonde's reply as she pushed up and off her fallen sister Slayer. Her feet resting on either side of Faith's chest, "Hope that teaches you a lesson that you so can't best me. Booyah!" Probing Faith's ribs with the tip of her shoe, the smaller framed Slayer watched as the other wirthered in disgust, spitting out nothing but saliva and choking up as if to puke. "You better not..."
Too late.
Before Buffy could tap again into Slayer speed, Faith was on her side, arms clutched in wrap around her stomach, mouth flying open with yellowish vomit spilling freely over, "My new Pradas!" The blonde wailed unmoving from her stance under the chunky liquid. It was horrid! She had finally been able to buy actual shoes with a designer name on them. And not those ones from Pay-Less-For-More-Shit. The money Giles fell into when the Council poofed into thin air, left enough to cover the expenses of a lot of things; not to mention the cost of a certain blonde's vast shopping sprees.
Faith was dimly aware that Buffy was having a spaz attack as she coughed up the remainder of her disdain. "Ugh, B, shuddit." Groaning, Faith rolled back onto her back and away from the strongly scented grossness that Buffy had brought out. "Be kinda petty of me to say, 'owned, bitch', huh?" Closing her eyes, Faith wiped over her mouth and choked on a laugh as the older Slayer stepped over her and went about kicking off the gook.
"Okay, ow." The brunette complained, "Hurts when I laugh." Forcing her body to sit upright, Faith glanced sideways to see Buffy hopping up and down on one leg, as the other leg swung front and backwards, trying to throw puke off stained shoed. Much to Buffy's dismay, it was her shoe that went flying into a pile of stuffed animals across the floor.
"Nice one, B. Sure you didn't miss your calling as a football player?" The blonde turned her head and growled lowly in reponse, "Someone has vampire attributes." Snarkly Faith stood and dusted herself off, eyes searching around the store for a bathroom. That chilly dog from earlier with cheese fries didn't taste right after being digested and thrown back up.
"This is ALL your fault, you know?!" Buffy barked as she rummaged through the pile of teddy bears, stuffed pigs, dogs and the like.
"Mind telling me how this is MY fault, when you wiped your...oh fuck, I'ma puke thinking about it..." It took a shitload of willpower for Faith to swallow the urge to again upheave.
"You decided to chase those little kids instead of getting Willow. It was you who said you saw them come in here. You who said we could handle them. You who got us locked in here! Faith, are you seeing the pattern that is YOU?!" Unadulterated rage filled Buffy's once emerald eyes that were unseen to her 'enemy'.
"Me?" Innocently Faith pointed to herself in question, "I didn't do shit! You were the one that agreed that we could handle a pair of brats! You think you're some Mother Teresa, well guess what B? Ya ain't. You're..." Blinking rapidly, Faith stepped closer to the pile of toys that Buffy had disappeared into and was struggling to come out of. "...fucking stuck!" She finished laughing.
The sound of Buffy desperately struggling against the 'demonic' animals filtered around the still standing Slayer.
-TBC.