Got Milk?

Got Milk?

By Desirata41

Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters are exclusive
property Of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and UPN.
Characters from The L Word are the property of Showtime
Cable Network. I'm just playing with some sexy ladies,
and who wouldn't want to do that.

Rating: NC-17, Language, and sexual situations

Pairing: Crossover BTVS/The L Word Faith/Shane

Dedication: This is for Electronis, lovingly known to most of us
as "Zap".

Summary: Faith just happens to turn up at Shane's favorite
haunt the "Milk" Club, but there's only room enough
for one big cat on the premises. Post season 7,
after it's all over.

Notes: Ever wonder what would happen if a Lioness went up
against a Panther? Both are powerful felines, similar
but different. This is my answer.


Feedback: Give it to me baby…

She walked into the club, glancing around absentmindedly. The music
was pumping, the drinks were flowing and there was plenty of luscious
meat to be had. Russet colored hair with natural copper highlights
fell around strong, broad shoulders. Soulful brown eyes held
restrained daggers, and no fear. A face that made you turn and look
again, because…she couldn't possibly have been that striking.

Tan, sculpted arms swung back and forth from her jade green silk wife
beater, accentuated by a gothic tattoo on her right bicep. It only got better,
the silk top ended just short of a deep navel surrounded by smooth rippling muscles. Low cut, tight leather pants the color of wheat finished the story, but
not before taking your mind on a momentary excursion around the indents just below her bikini line on either side of her hips that led to madness.

It was just another Saturday night for the girls. Alice was on one of her usual tirades about everyone in the world being connected. Tina was snuggled comfortably in Bette's arms sipping on a ginger ale she wished was white wine, but no such luck since they found out about the baby.

Dana was surveying the crowd with her eagle eye, trying to find a babe that didn't look too `gay'. Marina was on the dance floor simulating sex with Jenny. They were really into each other for two people who kept saying they were just `friends'.

Then there was Shane; just waiting for the next come on she would turn down with disinterest. She had sampled half the women in attendance at one time or another, and the other half weren't worth her attention. She was used to pussy
serving itself up to her on a platter.

"Aw fuck, HELLO… I just saw my future wife." Alice nodded towards the brunette standing at the bar.

"Not if I tap that first." Dana said with her trademark competitive spirit.

"Don't see how that could happen Dana, after all…you aren't `gay' or `bi', you're just …a tennis player." Alice retortedsarcastically.

Dana rolled her eyes and flared her nostrils, "Bitch."

Bette chuckled softly and smiled, "Now ladies, there's more than enough to go around, besides…the sexiest lady in the world is already off the market." She pulled Tina close to her and buried her face in her hair.

"Everybody in favor of domestic bliss, get ready to vomit on my mark." Alice responded, only sounding vaguely envious of the love everyone knew the couple shared.

Dana looked at Shane, "So what, is she your's already?"

Shane looked into her tequila noncommittally, "Tired of Vanilla,
need a different flavor."

Tina stopped nuzzling Bette's neck long enough to comment, "Uh, I might be off the market, but I'm certainly not dead. We're talking about the 32nd flavor here." Bette looked at Tina with a raised brow, "Don't even think about it lover." Tina reassured her, taking Bette's hand and placing it lovingly on her stomach.

Shane looked over her shoulder, checking out what all the fuss was about and forgot to breath for a second once she saw her. That was premium ass wrapped up in a nice little package, she stood out like the only black sheep in a pasture. The rebuffed advances bounced off her like some kind of force field, nobody was getting lucky. Shane left the table, walking in the dark beauty's general direction.

Dana pulled a twenty out of her purse and put it in the middle of the table.

"Twenty says she crashes and burns."

Alice smirked at Dana, "I'll got a hundred that says YOU will."

Bette looked over at the bar, shaking her head. "From the looks of her, I'd say you both are wrong, and very broke. Tell me how everything went ok? I'm going to get momma here home to bed."

Marina and Jenny sat down at the table taking a much-needed break from their gyrations, just in time to say goodnight to the departing couple. Then it was on to the show at the bar. The two women engaged each other and appeared to be conversing.

Faith felt rather than saw her, the vibe was different than the other women approaching her with their lame pick-up lines. One look told her this woman didn't need one. There was something magnetic coming from her, and it was sex. Then there was the voice, cocky and self-assured with just the right amount
of nonchalance.

"JD?" Shane didn't even look at her, as she summoned the bartender over.

"That's right." Faith downed the shot in one pull.

"Hit me two more times with the t, Myrtle." Shane placed a twenty on the bar.

When the two shot glasses full of amber liquid were placed in front of her, she slid one over to Faith " Revolucion tequila, the best blue agave out there, see if you like it."

The drink disappeared down the slayer's throat like water, and Shane was impressed.

There was a stray drop running down the side of her mouth, which she promptly licked up with her tongue.

"Bet that would be even better in a body shot, got any at home?"

Shane downed her shot as if to answer, not showing evidence of how the alcohol was burning a warm path down into her stomach.

"Got a whole fifth, c'mon." She took Faith's hand and waved back at the girls before they walked out into the balmy California night air.

Alice reached over and snatched up her winnings from the table with a smug look of vindication, "Guess she beat you to it quick-draw."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The atmosphere between them on the drive to Shane's house was charged with anticipation and lust. This wasn't a game; they both knew what was about to happen. It was better that way, so much hotter with no pretense. Faith admired Shane's compact ass as she waited to be let inside the house, restraining
herself from sliding the tip of her finger down the crease.

The place was nice enough, with a big leather couch that took up a good portion of the living room. Faith couldn't help but wonder what kind of tales it had to tell.

*Lady after my own heart, she likes leather*

Shane threw her keys on the table and headed for the kitchen. Faith kicked back in a comfortable chair and relaxed.

"You like lime or lemon?" Shane called from the kitchen.

"Can't see how it would make must difference, that's not really what I want to taste."

The dark slayer got up and headed towards the sound of Shane's voice.

The thinner brunette was busy slicing limes on a cutting board; on the counter were two shot glasses, a saltshaker and the tequila. Faith moved behind her letting her hands settle on Shane's hips.

"Can I help you with anything in here?"

Shane turned towards her and placed a small piece of lime in her mouth, sprinkled a little salt on her shoulder and poured a shot of the liquor, which she chugged in one gulp. She reached behind Faith putting her hands in both back pockets of her leathers, and pulled her nearer. Her tongue slowly licked the salt grains from the slayer's skin.

Faith felt Shane's hands cup her ass tighter through the leather,as she kissed her deeply, mingling the juice from the lime with the taste of her lips. They both moaned into the kiss enjoying the feel of each other's tongues caressing. Shane broke the kiss,breathless and flustered. She grabbed the tequila and gestured toward the living room. Faith brought out what was left,balancing the shot
glasses and saltshaker on the cutting board.

Shane hovered over the coffee table setting up two shots for them. Faith sat by her side, anxious for the next move. She was rewarded when Shane moved off the sofa and kneeled between her legs, resting warm hands on her knees rubbing the soft leather.

"I know you're not local because I would've noticed."

Shane punctuated every word with her hands creeping further up the insides of Faith's thighs.

"I'm from Boston, but I spent sometime in Sunnydale before all that monstrous shit came down."

Her pussy wanted to give Shane another answer, liking the feel of her hands. To say she was experiencing lust was an understatement, Faith wanted to do things to her that she had only fantasized about.

The smaller brunette traced the outline of Faith's mound gently through her leather pants, inhaling deeply every time her finger went a little deeper into the "V" indentation.

"How many times would I have to lick your clit before you came?"

Faith felt her pulse quicken as moisture seeped from her opening. She
unbuttoned the waistband of her leathers while her other hand worked on the zipper. Her hips left the couch long enough to allow the pants to be pulled downward by Shane's eager hands.

"Don't know, let's start counting."

Faith opened her legs wide, offering herself to that sensuous mouth inches away from her naked, clean-shaven sex.

Shane kissed the sensitive hood before her, trailing her wet tongue along Faith's swollen labia. She used the tip to hint at what she was going to do to the slayer, poking it slightly inside; testing the waters.

"Mmmm…tme yme your name baby?" Faith gasped with obvious pleasure.

"Call me lover, but my real name is Shane."

She sank her tongue deep into Faith's passage then, making her hips lurch off the couch. Her hands held the moaning woman's thighs tightly in place while exploring the new tastes and sensations coming from her drenched core.

Things started to get heated when Shane jerked at Faith's waist, pulling her pelvis to the edge of the couch, opening that delicious tunnel even wider for her attention. She tongued her clit viciously shaking her head from side to side, humming as the fleshly knob expanded and quivered under her hot mouth.

Hands that wielded unbelievable power but also the fragile touch of a child, clasped either side of her head, and she felt the drive of Faith's hips as the slayer surrendered to her building orgasm. Shane used a lone finger to swipe some thick honey from around her tongue and let it travel backwards to that often overlooked opening.

Faith's eye's widened with a knowing glance, and her mouth formed a suggestive grin when she felt the tip of Shane's finger enter her tight asshole.

"Yeah baby, do that to me…you nasty bitch!"

Faith pushed back onto the finger slightly. Previous lovers had been adequate enough, but not like Shane. This woman knew exactly what she was doing, and didn't need to be led.

She proved that even more as she rotated her finger, stroking the tight unforgiving walls; making those rigid rings of muscle give under her ministrations. The tip eventually buried itself down to the knuckle and Faith lost control.

"Uhhhgggnnn…yes…ohhhh fuck!"

Shane stopped to savor this perfect body and the beautiful way it convulsed from her loving. She started to ponder the word `stay' and the ramifications of the question. Who wouldn't want to come home at night, knowing someone like Faith was waiting for them, warming their bed.

Faith pulled her up onto the couch and gave her a quick kiss, almost as an afterthought. She poured another round of tequila and handed a glass to Shane.

"You earned that baby."

Shane accepted the drink and sipped slowly this time, enjoying the intoxicating effects of the alcohol. She shivered as Faith's hands ran across her shoulders, moving to unbutton her blouse. There was no bra to speak of underneath, and her nipples stood erect and proud.

Faith licked around the areola of one breast, moistening the skin just enough to hold the salt she sprinkled there. She placed the shot glass of tequila under Shane's nipple and dipped it in. Not a drop was wasted as she took her time
ravishing that delectable flesh. Shane trembled as she watched and felt what Faith was doing to her, tangling her fingers in those thick brown tresses.

"You won't be needing those pants, take them off." Faith said in a voice made even huskier by desire.

Shane looked at her playfully with defiance in her eyes, she wasn't used to taking orders from anyone. Faith pushed her down on the c str straddling her lower body, easily overpowering her.

"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm stronger than I look."

Faith used one hand to hold both of Shane's arms over her head as she unzipped her pants. It was evident by the look of pure lust on the smaller brunette's face that she liked the roughness. The slayer slid her hand through the open zipper and pushed two fingers into Shane's wet heat stroking her lightly.

Shane began to grind her hips underneath Faith, responding to those deeply embedded fingers. Faith leaned down pressing their upper bodies together and whispered in the writhing woman's ear; licking the delicate shell as she spoke.

"I can't get to that sexy little pussy of yours, the way I really want to, unless you lose the pants. Gonna let your arms go now, you're gonna take those pants off, and get fucked."

Bluish-gray eyes locked with brown, and Faith released Shane's arms. It wasn't long before those pants were a memory, and Shane lay naked, sprawled out on the couch waiting.

Faith poured a small amount of tequila into Shane's navel, and wedged a thin slice of lime between her nether-lips.

"This is how I like to do my shooters."

Her eager lips sucked up the potent fluid and moved lower seeking out the lime wedge. The tip of her tongue caressed Shane's pulsing clit before tasting and removing the tart citrus. Upon hearing her whimper, Faith plunged her
tongue inside Shane'swilling pussy as far as it would go, fucking her without mercy.

High-pitched screams of pleasure filled the hot stillness of the room when Faith used her slayer strength to lift Shane's hips and ass completely off the
couch. She held both cheeks in her handsand devoured Shane's swollen, dripping cleft until there was nothing left. Faith tenderly lay her spent body down on the couch after she had stopped shaking.

She kissed Shane lightly on the lips and reached for her clothes, quickly getting dressed. Faith was headed for the door by the time the sexual euphoria had cleared, and she realized what was happening.

"Wait a minute, you're leaving now? I didn't even get your name or number."

Faith turned around and smiled at her as she turned the doorknob to
let herself out.

"Call me mistress, but my real name is Faith."


END