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Drabble: The Kiss
Faith/Anya (set during GOTS 1)
Faith leaned over and brushed Anya's lips with her own. She stepped closer to the blonde, gently kissing the other girl's lips.
She moaned as Anya's hands crept up her body, cupping her breasts. The other girl took another step towards her, closing the gap between them.
She could feel herself melting as once again the blonde girl took control. The heat between them making her wet with renewed desire.
She loved Anya's lips, the feel of her mouth, her tongue, the soft yet demanding kisses. She let out a breathless moan.
Once again she was lost.
Once again she was home.
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Drabble: Prada
Andrew/Harmony (set after GOTS 1)
Harmony sighed and looked at Andrew despairingly. “Blondie Bear, I told you I want a Bloody Frappecino not a Bloody Machiatto. This is all wrong!”
Harmony’s eyes began to well up and she looked like she was on the verge of crying until Andrew ran back out the door. “Don’t worry Honey Pot! I will fix it for you!”
Sighing she leaned back and begun to paint her toenails “Passion Pink” it was going to be one of those days again. She could already tell.
An hour had passed before she slipped on her new open toed Pradas and admired how she looked in them. She was still surprised that the act of buying them caused her enough happiness to lose her soul. It made perfect sense of course – she had so many more layers then Angel did!
She was quite content with her unlife, however, and had no desire to ruin it. Why on earth be evil when Andrew was so good to her?
She could be a good vampire for her man. Besides, eating people was just to icky!
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Dangerous Games
Ensemble, eventual Giles/Faith/Anya
Summary: Halfway through the summer, a drunken game of “I Never” leads to surprising revelations and a single night of comfort.
This is a Christmas present written for and dedicated to one of my most faithful reviewers Esther. She requested a Giles/Anya/Faith threesome and thus this was born. Let’s ignore the fact that she asked last Christmas…
Pissed is British slang for drunk.
Yes there is a reference to another fandom in here – anyone recognize it?
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Spike looked at Faith in confusion, “You want me to play what?”
Faith rolled her eyes and explained the rules again. “It’s simple, we all sit in a circle and you make a true statement.” Smirking she clarified, “Like, ’I never had sex with a vampire’. Then anyone who has had sex with a vampire has to take a shot. Oh, and house rules, if you take a shot you have to fess up if we demand it. Otherwise it’s two more shots!”
Spike raised one eyebrow, “Why would I play that?”
Faith answered with an evil smirk, “Well, technically it is to get to know your friends better, or an excuse to get drinking. Really it is just an excuse to get everyone drunker then yourself, but think about it blondie - blackmail!”
Spike grabbed the shot glasses and more whiskey and reentered Andrew’s living room. “Come on people, we have a game to play!”
As he looked around the rather enlarged Scooby group he began to calculate what kind of true statements he could make that would get everyone smashed.
He had a feeling Buffy, Xander, Willow, and Andrew would be the first to get pissed. Buffy could never hold her liquor and the others seemed so innocent. Faith, Oz, Anya, and Harmony would probably hold their own, being supernatural creatures and all.
As the group settled in, Faith gave a wicked grin. “Okay I get to start. So… I never fucked a vampire”
Everyone groaned and Buffy, Spike, Andrew, and Anya took a drink.
As Faith demanded an explanation, they learned way more about Dracula, his brides, and the various different positions five people could be involved in.
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Xander looked smug, “I never dated a demon”
Everyone started to take another shot, except Oz and Faith, when Willow raised her hand. “Um, Xander – what about Praying Mantis lady and Mummy girl?”
Xander looked stunned for a moment, and stuttered out, “well, I never dated a demon who tried to kill me, no … Okay I have it! I never dated a demon who tried to kill my friends!”
Buffy laughed, “Didn’t Impata try to drain Jonathan?”
Xander sighed. “Fine!”
As his eyes frantically scanned the group, he kept looking back and forth until landing on all the various couples. He blurted out, “I never had sex with anyone in this room!”
Spike spluttered out, “Bloody Hell Xander, you’ve never had sex with anyone, that’s not exactly fair.”
Xander blushed and mumbled something about prom night that even those with supernatural hearing could not make out.
Everyone else took a drink.
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Willow smiled, she was already feeling a bit buzzed but determined that she was NOT going to be drunk. No siree! She pondered over what she should ask and then grinned slyly, she knew how to get revenge of Faith for pouring such big shots and then getting everyone started on the sex tangent….
“I never had sex with a member of the same sex.”
Buffy collapsed into giggles and Spike tried to refrain from smirking.
Anya, Faith and Spike took a shot.
Willow’s mouth opened and closed a few times at the sight of Spike taking a shot. She had expected the other two, heck that is why she said it, but Spike! Spike wasn’t gay!
“But Spike, you like girls … you like Buffy… you can’t be gay! Oh My Goddess! Was it Angelus?
A faint blush stained more then a few cheeks and images of the two vampires danced through naughty minds.
“Oi! Can you be more disgusting? I would never touch that wanker… You know Red you really shouldn’t get so caught up with labels. Gay now, straight now … “ Spike stopped to shake his head, “If you must know it was this bloke named Jack that I met in London during World War II around the time of the Blitz. He had a way about him; I wanted him from hello. We had a great few weeks. I never knew what happened to him. Soon after we lost touch and I traveled to the continent, got captured and stuck on a sub with Angelus. Now that can cause nightmares!
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Buffy took another bottle and wrinkled her nose. She couldn’t believe she had let them talk her into playing – with this group no less! The first few questions had been fun, with very surprising results, but she just kept getting drunker and spilling more and more secrets. To make matters worse, it was going to be Anya’s turn again and her questions were always so embarrassing!
The acrid taste of whiskey burned down her throat as she tried remembering how many shots she had managed to down. She had lost count after five, and that was some time ago.
“Bwaaluhaa!” The face Buffy made aptly displayed her displeasure with the taste of the liquor. Did it have to be so nasty?
Finally it was her turn! It was too bad that they were not playing truth or dare. She had some questions she was dying to ask directly.
“I never …”
Buffy bolted towards the bathroom.
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Anya wasn’t drunk… a bit tipsy perhaps, but not drunk. She frowned, why was it that everyone else was drunk, except she? It was rather inconvenient; especially since she couldn’t remember the last time everyone had simply had fun like this.
Spike had already carried Buffy home, Andrew and Xander had passed out on the floor, Oz and Willow had crashed in Faith’s room. The only people left were Anya, Faith and Harmony. She never thought she would have been so grateful for the blond vamp’s company. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable with Faith, it was just that she wasn’t sure what to say around her ex lover. She had cared deeply for Faith, and the sex had been amazing, but she had begun to think that perhaps the other girl had been correct about leaving her. She wasn’t in love with Giles. But she thought she might be falling for him.
“Let’s play a different game. “I never” is getting boring.”
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Harmony squealed and raised her hand, “Oh I know… I know… How about truth or consequences? You have to answer whatever anyone asks of you or take the consequence!”
Faith and Anya exchanged a glance. Neither one was sure that they wanted to be in a situation where they had to answer anything either one could think of… but neither wanted to back down in front of Harmony. Besides it was Harmony, how bad could she be?
Both girls nodded their acceptance of the new game. “Great! I’ll start! So Anya, who is better is bed? Faith or Giles?”
Anya looked startled at the question and then opened and closed her mouth. She made a mental note that perhaps playing Truth or Dare with someone who had even less tact than she, was not a great idea.
“I can’t answer that Harmony”
Harmony squealed again, and started to tell Anya what her consequence was going to be when Anya interrupted her.
“No, its not that I won’t, its that I can’t. Trying to compare the two to determine who is better is like asking – well I can’t think of a good comparison. The right man – and let me assure you Giles is that man, is all hardness and steel. He can penetrate you so slowly that you cry in frustration and hit the secret spot that makes you scream each time. He can make you feel lost and secure at the same time. Break you in half and then restore you. He is amazing in bed. I have never been so satisfied and happy with a man before.
Faith on the other hand, is all softness and curves. She is a wildfire that can’t be put out, she burns and you wonder if you’re going to ignite with passion. She is heaven and hell wrapped in a delicious package. With her every touch, every caress it is so intense that you think you will ignite. You never know what to expect or what could come next. It is powerful and compelling yet scary all at the same time. Even though we are over, I will never regret what we had.
How could someone ever choose which is better?”
Harmony nodded and turned to Faith, “Your turn next!”
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Faith smiled, “So Harmony, how’s that soul working out for you?”
Harmony blushed, a feat unusual for vampires, but not impossible, and mumbled something about shoes under her breath.
“What about the shoes?” Anya asked.
Almost in one breath, Harmony blurted out, “I don’t have the soul anymore because of these shoes but I have been good with no snacking and been all soul free for over a month now and I promise to be good so please no staking me?” She winced and recoiled slightly as she finished, like a disobedient puppy waiting to be smacked with a newspaper.
Faith looked confused, but Anya leaned closer to inspect Harmony’s shoes. “Prada?”
Harmony nodded, “Half off – rescued the owner of the store from vamp attack and she gave me a discount.”
Anya eyed the shoes and shrugged, “Would have given me a moment of perfect happiness as well. So you said it has been a month?”
Harmony nodded fearfully.
“And no urges to snack on my neck or go on a killing spree?”
Harmony glanced at Faith and continued, “Well you see I like having you guys as friends, and I love my Blondie Bear. What would happen if I started to eat people? Not only would my boyfriend break up with me, but all my friends would be mad. Plus, I would probably have to move out of my parents’ house, and I so don’t want to live in some icky crypt. Plus, daddy would probably cut me off, and cancel my credit cards!”
Faith eyed the two of them skeptically and then shrugged. Personally she couldn’t tell the difference between Harmony now and Harmony a month ago so why bother?
Taking another drink she waited to see what the next question would bring.
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Anya smiled mischievously; it was time to get her relationship with Faith back to normal. She missed having her best friend, and really wanted Faith to be as happy as she now was with Giles. "I heard all about this guy you spent the night with before graduation, but not any of the important information. How were the orgasms, and does he have a nice shaped penis?"
Faith's mind whirled in a flurry of thought. She really didn't want to admit that she spent the entire night with Blue Eyes but that they only talked. She did miss Anya's friendship, no one else seemed to understand her like the ex-demon. One always knew where they stood, and she valued that in a friendship. Still, Anya didn't have to know that she hadn't slept with Blue Eyes, or anyone else this summer. "Consequence!"
Anya frowned. She really wanted to hear about the orgasms. She ran though different consequences trying to think of something that Faith would balk at. An evil smirk crossed her face. Harmony's question had her fantasizing, "You have to kiss Giles - really kiss him - in front of me!"
Faith brazenly smirked, "Done!" and waited for Anya to change her mind.
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Faith couldn't believe she was standing in Giles living room as Anya was explaining their drunken games the night before. She really thought Anya would change her mind, but it was rapidly becoming apparent that was not to be!
Tuning back in she listened to Anya conclude her lists of rules, "This kiss is allowed only one-time because I want to see what my current and ex lover look like together. This will not be repeated, unless of course I am present and consent. To do so otherwise is of course penalized by entrail loss. I am sure I have enough friends left in the vengeance fold to do so. There should be tongue and it should demonstrate both of your abilities. I will let you know when it is permissible to stop kissing. Now please proceed."
Giles tried not to smile as he listened to the litany of rules that followed the long explanation of why he was being directed to kiss this slayer. He’d long since given up trying to clean the imaginary smudge off his glasses. His new girlfriend took some getting use to, but he found her quite refreshing. He knew that she had often fantasized about a threesome, and he wondered if she was trying to arrange a situation where something could occur. While he was not closed minded by any stretch of the imagination, he had to admit that if she was trying to arrange a group activity he was very glad she seemed to be interested in including Faith and not someone else like Xander, or god forbid Harmony and Andrew. Ironically, the possibility of the inclusion of any demon seemed a less-fearsome prospect than sex with any more of Buffy’s friends.
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A tangle of intertwining limbs, bodies glistening in the moonlight, hot flesh pressing against cool lips, and a tongue tracing the curves of a body.
Hands cup breasts, and gently trace designs on them. A tongue darts out; tasting, sucking, and biting, making the nipples pebble up more.
A mouth dips down and Giles gasps, a tongue torments him and he moans.
His mouth trails down a salty body. An answering gasp is uttered as he explores and tastes Faith.
Bodies shift, random hands caress flesh, lips connect; passionate kisses and breathless moans fill the air. The world has faded away. Reduced to a single night, a single bed. Three people as one.
It may only be for one torrid night. But it would be a night to remember.
~Fini