The Green Fairy

Title: The Green Fairy

Author: wildoneizzy

Summary: Dawn goes on a European tour following her graduation. Buffy decides to chaperone but complications arise along the way...

Pairings (planned so far): B/Imm, B/F, B/K/W, B/X, B/f, B/D, and D/f

Rating: Mature

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor the movie it is (eventually) going to be crossed over with. The girls would definitely have had a lot more fun on the show if that were the case!

 

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"I do not think that you should go m'bella. It would not be a pleasant journey I assure you," the man most commonly called The Immortal said. His dark eyes plead with Buffy to stay right where she was, encircled by his arms. Snuggling closer to his chest Buffy nonetheless shook her head negatively. As much as she was enjoying their new romance she couldn't not go. It was her duty.

 

"Just because you happen to hate the tourist season, Cas, doesn't mean that it can't be fun. Not all of us have had the leisure to explore the continent for centuries you know," Buffy said, "besides, I promised Dawn she could go -- and I'm not about to let her go alone." Still sprawled on top of her lover, affectionately nicknamed Casanova, Buffy stretched up to snag her panties from the bedpost where they had landed hours ago. Despite the promising stirring against her thigh Buffy rolled off Cas' warm body onto the bed beside him and shimmied into her underwear before answering. If she didn't get started now she might never get home and she really needed to start packing for the trip.

 

"Ah, but your Dawn is no little girl any longer. She is a beautiful woman with many admirers. Surely even you can see this, yes?" Pulling her closer Casanova stroked her body like a sculptor working a piece of well worked clay. Her body hummed in pleasure as he drew out the echoes of her previous enjoyment and she was severely tempted to forget anything else.

 

"Should I be jealous?" she teased hoping to distract him with words while she searched for the rest of her clothing. It was a lot harder to focus once his fingers slid past her thin barrier of cloth but she tried. "Should I start sharpening the ax now?"

 

"Alas, she would not have me even with my many charms," he told her, his breath cool against her breast and stomach as he moved down the bed.  Her panties were soon lost on the floor along with the rest of her clothing. "No, she is yours my love and will forever be," he whispered between her thighs, the prophecy lost in Buffy's anticipatory moan.

 

*

 

"Geez, pack much?" Dawn asked from the doorway to Buffy's room later that day. Three full suitcases plus a duffelbag and one small makeup case were in various states of fullness around the room while it seemed that the entire contents of Buffy's closet had exploded around the room. Picking her way through the chaos she decided that her older sister had definitely been abusing her discount at the boutique. She hadn't realized how much Buffy's wardrobe had expanded over the past year!

 

Poking her head out the door to her closet, Buffy answered by pointing to each suitcase in turn and listing "The one on the floor is summery stuff for when we're on the boat, the one on the chair is shoes, the one on the bed is cold-wear for those chilly northern countries, and I packed a few things in the duffel in case something comes up that needs a good slicing and dicing."

 

"Hey, I think you accidentally packed a stake in with your winter-wear," Dawn said, shuffling through some of the things in the suitcase on the bed. She's been hoping to find her fluffy blue sweater without messing up Buffy's packing too much when she felt the lump underneath the clothing. Without her realizing it Buffy was suddenly behind her and slipping the long wooden object from within. It was out of sight before she had a chance to get a good look at it but even from her quick glimpse it didn't seem to be an ordinary everyday stake. Dawn turned and gave Buffy a Look. What was she hiding?

 

"Right. Thanks. No clue how that got in there, slippery little thing. Not that it's, um, really slippery. Anyway, there we go, right where it belongs now." Buffy rambled while stuffing the mysterious object away into the duffelbag then taking it up onto her shoulder. "Was there something you wanted or did you just come around to play luggage inspector?" asked Buffy.

 

Dawn mentally shook her head and allowed herself to be distracted. "Have you seen my new blue sweater anywhere?" she asked.

 

*

 

Three days into the cruise leg of their trip and Buffy was already weary. Keeping up with a hyper, excited Dawn was more than she was used to. The fact that Dawn kept waking her up at sunrise, even after going to bed after midnight herself, wasn't helping. Though she'd often had to go to school on very little sleep when she'd been a teenager, Buffy wasn't used to that anymore. And this was especially true after they'd relocated to Rome where she'd fully adapted her circadian rhythm to vampire-time. Now, waking at dawn was making for one cranky Slayer.

 

So, deciding that enough was enough, she'd told Dawn that she was getting a headache (from all the sun) and would be in their cabin if she needed her. Not that Buffy thought that she would. Dawn was, at the moment, with several of her fellow cruise-mates enjoying a game of water-volleyball on the pool deck.

 

It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying spending time with her sister but the ship was starting to seem smaller and smaller as the days went on. She couldn't go anywhere without at least one other person around at all times. In fact she was starting to miss those long, quiet nights in one of Sunnydale's many cemeteries where she could, if disturbed, simply stake or slay the offending party.

 

Her duffelbag full of weapons remained where she'd stashed it, unopened, in fact. She glanced at it and suddenly remember what else lay inside. That was another thing that was making her cranky, she realized, quickly locking the door.

 

From the depths of the bag she retrieved a long, wooden object, that was most definitely not a stake. Before she'd left, Casanova had given it to her, saying that perhaps it would make the trip more pleasant for her. It was smooth, well polished cherry wood shaped into a double ended dildo. All around the thick shaft were carefully carved symbols that, though they helped her grip, weren't sharp edged at all. One side featured a slender, curving offshoot with a round nub at the end. She supposed that when used this would rub against the clitoris, bumping against it as the user thrust the main shaft deep inside. The other side didn't have the clitoral stimulator but was a bit longer for those that didn't need, or want, the added sensation. Just holding the thing sent a jolt of lust through her.

 

Eagerly Buffy pulled the curtains over the tiny windows and began to strip the clothing from her body. When she was ready she lay on the bed, not bothering to pull the covers down, and stretched out. Though it was hot outside, the cabin had remained cool, and as the currents of air from the ship's ventilation system touched her body her nipples grew into hard peeks and raised small bumps along her legs and arms. It was almost as if a ghostly lover were lightly caressing her body.

 

Raising the dildo to her lips Buffy lathered it with her tongue, coating it with saliva, making it wet and ready for her. She licked at the small nub also, sucking it into her mouth, and flicking her tongue repeatedly while her mind wandered in the growing haze of passion.

 

Of course, Casanova immediately sprang to mind. He'd given the dildo to her as a gift after all. Angel, Riley, and Spike also vied for attention in her fantasy but they quickly faded away again. More surprisingly, Faith came strolling through her mind, bringing with her a deeply buried scenario wherein she and the younger Slayer danced in the dark recesses of a club. It was an old fantasy, from back before things got really bad between them, and one she would never admit to having.

 

... 

 

They were surrounded, as always, by a healthy young crowd of men who were all hoping to sweep in and snag one of them for a private dance elsewhere. But, whatever their hopes were, once she locked eyes with the dark haired Slayer they all just seemed to disappear. Instead the primitive beat of some Arabian inspired techno rhythm drew the two closer and closer together until their bodies became entwined.

 

 In her mind's eye Buffy ground her hips, pushing down against the rock hard thigh between her legs, even as her real self parted her thighs and used the thick shaft of her new toy to place pressure there. She didn't immediately push the dildo inside but instead played it along the outside of her pussy. The carved shaft bumped and slipped over her clit as she used one hand to hold it and the other to part her wet labia while the thick head of it just barely skimmed the entrance to her vagina.

 

Back inside her fantasy things were starting to get more interesting. Faith had loosened the ties of her own barely there top and used her hands to guide Buffy's up underneath the material. The other girl's full, pleasantly soft breasts filled her palms as they continued to dance. Now the young men seemed to reappear but instead of feeling ashamed or embarrassed about what she was doing their envious eyes made her feel even hornier. A rush of power seemed to fill her as she openly, brazenly lavished attention on the younger woman's body.

 

And so, when Faith did a slow twirl in her arms to press her backside against her as she moved, Buffy loosened the remaining ties of Faith's top and removed the garment entirely. Faith, the woman who wrestled alligators and ran around saving ministers in the nude, just laughed her husky, passionate laugh as it fell to the ground. "Brr," she said, faking a shiver, turning her upper torso so that she could look into Buffy's eyes. "You better be planning on warming me up real good, B. You wouldn't want me catchin' cold, now would ya?" she asked, a teasing glow in her dark brown eyes.

 

The panting pack of men grew harder around them but didn't dare touch either of them now. An invisible force surrounded the two of them that made it seem impossible to do so. But oh, they watched...

 

Turning the other Slayer around again, Buffy feasted her eyes on the uncovered glory she'd revealed. Unable to help herself she used her hands to weigh them, her thumbs brushing over the light brown aureola and darker nipples of each, before dipping her head down to taste one and then the other. The taste of salty sweat filled her mouth and she inhaled the combined aroma of cheap beer, powdered sugar, and musk that she'd come to associate with Faith. It was intoxicating.

 

Pushing Buffy away, Faith swiveled her hips in a provocative motion and shoved her fingers through her mass of sweaty hair. It had begun to curl in the heat and made Buffy think of dark, primitive jungles. Lush. Wild. Hot. "God, B, didn't think you had it in ya." she said, panting heavily for breath as her hands skimmed down the front of her own heaving body, bringing some of her hair with them. The trailing tresses now hid most of her chest from view save a small bit of pale flesh along the underside. Though the glimpse was provocative, Buffy and the boys were somewhat disappointed at the sudden loss, but before she could reach for Faith again the Slayer took her by the hand.

 

Pushing her way through the throng, Faith lead Buffy through the crowd and into a small, slightly brighter, ladies room. In the light Buffy could see that the room was in disrepair, with several of the doors taken off of stalls and graffiti painted everywhere, but at least it was relatively clean.

 

 It was into one of the open stalls that Faith finally pulled her, pressing her up against the wall for their first mouth-to-mouth kiss. It was somehow at the same time more innocent and more erotic than anything they'd done on the dance floor together. The taste of Buffy's berry lip gloss mingled with that of Faith's waxy red lipstick to create a honeyed mixture she'd never tasted before.

 

As the kiss deepened, Faith began to work on Buffy's clothing. She unzipped Buffy's pants, shoving her hands down the back to squeeze the firm muscles of her buttocks, and used her hold there to bring Buffy into an even closer proximity. Just when the blonde started to get a good rhythm going against Faith's thigh, however, the younger girl grew impatient and removed her leg from between Buffy's so that she could shove the pants and the tiny thong underneath down.

 

Using her toes Buffy kicked off her shoes as well as the offending articles of clothing. And just in time too because Faith then used her hand to grip Buffy's thigh, lifting it up and out, leaving Buffy's small foot to rest on the edge of the toilet seat. Exposed now, Buffy could feel the cool air against the wetness of her thighs and pussy.

 

"Tell me how you want it, B" Faith commanded, her eyes challenging her to make it good and to make it dirty.

 

"Got a stake left?" Buffy asked, and when Faith nodded, she said "Use it. Screw me so hard that I won't be able to stand up straight in the morning."

 

With an approving smile, Faith lowered herself to her knees and retrieved the stake from beneath her pant leg. In its former life it had been part of a chair and the unsharpened end was capped in a rounded knob. She gave that end a slow, deep blowjob as Buffy watched. The show got her so hot, so wet that Buffy was begging for the stake before long.

 

And so, as the stake entered her, in reality Buffy reversed her hold on the dildo and thrust it deep inside. The small nub bumped against her clit and Buffy imagined this to be Faith's tongue as she used her strong arm to push and pull the stake from within Buffy's body.

 

It felt so good that Buffy had to close her eyes for a moment. Blood rushed from the rest of her body toward her loins with such speed that she grew dizzy with it. Buffy reached upward and latched her fingers over the top of the stall, holding tight. Her other hand played with Faith's dark curls as she murmured encouragement and directions in a breathy voice.

 

As her pleasure grew Buffy rolled her head to rest her cheek against the cool metal at her back. Finally she opened lust heavy eyes only to find her own reflection staring at her. The wall of mirrors was opposite the bathroom stalls and she could see the profile of her body, flushed and sweaty, as well as the top of Faith's head between her legs. Entranced she watched as Faith's head moved, her face sometimes partially visible while at other times she could have been any dark haired stranger.

 

A noise drew her eyes to the mirror next to the one with her reflection. In it she could see the rest of the stalls, some with and some without doors, and found that they were not alone in the bathroom as she'd thought. In a stall down the line, one of the few with doors, she could see the face of a young woman as she braced herself against the opened door. A familiar young woman. Dawn.

 

Her short skirt was pushed up around her waist and, though Buffy couldn't see it, she could imagine what Dawn's hand was doing from the motion of her arm. Her face was as flushed as her own and her eye gleamed as she watched the image of Faith and Buffy in the mirrors. For a moment Dawn's reflection froze as she finally saw Buffy's eyes focus on her but apparently being caught wasn't enough of a deterrent at this point. Instead, her pace picked up and she thrust her hips sharply. A loud moan burst from her lush, full lips. This time in the form of Buffy's name.

 

The sound pushed Buffy over the edge and she orgasmed with such force that she nearly did damage to Faith's nose when her hips bucked unexpectedly.

 

...

 

Buffy was so caught up in her fantasy that she hadn't really been aware of her surroundings or what she'd been doing during this time but she writhed passionately on the bed, her hands slipping up and down the shaft as she thrust, her body so wet that it glided easily.

 

Her grip tightened until she could feel the pulse of her heartbeat against the palm of her hand and the shaft grew warmer and warmer. A golden light danced along the carved symbols, the magic within activated by Buffy's vaginal secretions, as it flowed from one to the other in a continuously growing stream, until all were outlined by the light.

 

*

 

"Buffy!" Dawn called again, this time knocking more firmly. She knew that her sister had probably fallen asleep but she'd forgotten her key and she really needed to change before dinner. A wet bathing suit, as cute as it was on her, wasn't exactly appropriate dinner-wear.

 

*

 

Her orgasm receding Buffy snapped out of her fantasy at the sound of Dawn's voice and the rapid staccato of her knocking. "Um, just a minute!" Buffy called back, trying to sound somewhat casual. Leaping up out of bed she reached out for the robe that hung from its hook on the wall. She'd just started to put it on when she realized something was wrong.

 

And in the mirror she saw what it was. There, from her neatly trimmed thatch of dark brown pubic hair, jutted a very real cock and matching set of balls!

 

"This is Not Good," she said to her reflection.

 

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