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'Dirty Girls'


Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies  

Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.


P.M. Marc - Mar 02, 2003 8:02:58 pm PST #1952 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

"I'm starved." She finished toweling off and pulled on her clothes. "What have you got?"

"Well, nothing here really, but there's a great taco stand just down the street, that is, if you like tacos, and who doesn't like tacos? I mean, I guess some people probably don't like tacos, but--"

"Tacos are cool. Got anything to drink with 'em?"

In hindsight, which, as everyone knows, is always 20/20, I probably should have said "no" or "just water" or "I could pick up some root beer while I get the food", but like I said, I'd hit my head pretty hard when she walked in, so I thought tequila'd be a good idea. And anyone can tell you that tequila's pretty much never a good idea, especially if you're having the kind of thoughts you really should scrub right out of your brain before you're tempted to act on them in spite of having a sweet, wonderful, loving boyfriend who happens to be gone for the night, but I made the suggestion before watching her eat.

Again in hindsight, maybe I should have suggested some innocuous food, like burgers or cous-cous. Or at least eaten somewhere with a table instead of sitting on top of the bed.

"You were right," she said from around a mouthful of taco. "These are damn good." The tip of her tongue darted out to catch some sauce before it could escape, and I took another hasty shot of Cuervo as she polished off the last bites. "Gotta admit, though, they're kinda messy."

I handed her a napkin from the stack and refilled both our shotglasses. "Pass the lime?"

She wiped her mouth and grabbed a couple of citrus wedges from the plate I'd set out, handing me one and spearing one so it was kind of upside down on the top of her glass. "Wanna see a neat trick? You've seen that Molly Ringwald movie with the lipstick?"

I nodded, because who hasn't seen _The Breakfast Club_? She grinned at me, put the shot glass in her cleavage (lime side out), sorta scooted her shoulders together, dipped her head, and did the shot hands-free. When she raised her head, she was still grinning, but her teeth had been replaced by the bright green of the lime rind.

"What about the salt?" I asked.

Okay, probably a dumb question. She spit out the rind and--quicker than my booze-befuddled brain could react--licked me. Charles, I reminded myself, I should be thinking about Charles. Who wasn't there, and who hadn't just decided that my clavicle was an acceptable substitute for a tongueful of NaCl. I don't exactly have the filled-out up-front to duplicate her trick, so I kind of improvised by shooting, skipping the lime, and going right for the lick.

She tasted like the Mister Bubble, which sounds like it should have been gross, but instead made me think back to my second year of college when I got really, really baked and somehow ended up playing naked hairdresser with Caroline Pierce, only we couldn't find any hairgel, so we used shampoo instead, which lead to showering. Ever since then, soap's tasted a lot like sex.

"My mouth's saltier." She pulled me up before I could answer.

It was. It was also soft, hot, and sorta spicy from the dinner and the drinking, and the edges of her lips burned a little from the combination of tequila and the lime juice. I hadn't kissed a girl since grad school. Turns out that, like taking a bath, it feels even better when it's been a while.

"Wow." Faith sounded a little dazed. "That's some mouth you've got on you."

"Thanks. Likewise." I made a nervous giggle, which I hate, but it's one of those nervous reactions you can't seem to help, and if ever there was a situation that was nervous-making, this was it.


P.M. Marc - Mar 02, 2003 8:04:37 pm PST #1953 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Well, nervous-making for me. I'm not sure Faith knows what nervous is. Or subtle, either, but it's not like I was complaining when she pulled off my shirt.

"Not much meat on you, is there?"

"Sorry. Puberty kinda didn't do as much for me as it did for the rest of you all."

"I like it. Trust me, after getting stuck in a place where the best lookers were Big Bertha and Bigger Bertha, it's nice. Besides--" she licked me again, this time from the top of my pants all the way up to my ear "--I know I could take you."

It was getting hard to talk while her lips and hands were doing things that made my brain short out, but I think I might have pointed out the double meaning in what she'd just said. It came out of my mouth as "okay", which explains how my pants and undies ended up on the floor.

"You've got the littlest stomach," she said. "I like the way it dips in." Faith grabbed the bottle from the nightstand and poured some on my belly button. "Functional, too," she observed before dropping her head and using me as a shot glass.


Elena - Mar 02, 2003 8:06:13 pm PST #1954 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.

"I'm Andrew. Hey, aren't you that guy who used to hang out in the library with Giles?"

I can hear this; I can see Andrew cock his head as he says 'Hey'. You've got his voice down. Especially the way you make this into questions? I really like that?

"You looked really good in that tux on prom night. Like Pierce Brosnan."

At this point I almost expect a comment about which Bond he liked best... Was he the Timothy Dalton Bond lover? Because that would be funny.

It was Wesley's turn to blush. This had to be revenge for something, perhaps everything.

BWAH!


Connie Neil - Mar 02, 2003 8:06:41 pm PST #1955 of 10001
brillig

Deena there's supposed to be an "and" between "starlight" and "citylight". I figured it was too early in the evening for the moon to be up yet, then I caught myself beginning to obsess again about what phase the moon might be in, then the phone rang and I didn't have to worry about it.

Edit: Oh, and I got a request to archive "Reflections" on the Buffy Guild's Giles site, ficbitch.com/wishicouldstay. I'm pleased.


Elena - Mar 02, 2003 8:09:24 pm PST #1956 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.

Plei, you're breaking me. Damn but that's good Fred. Better than we usually get on the show. Dare I hope there's a taser in the future of this fic?


deborah grabien - Mar 02, 2003 8:10:09 pm PST #1957 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Plei, you give good mouth scenes, honey.


Steph L. - Mar 02, 2003 8:10:29 pm PST #1958 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

Faith grabbed the bottle from the nightstand and poured some on my belly button. "Functional, too," she observed before dropping her head and using me as a shot glass.

GAH.


Beverly - Mar 02, 2003 8:29:46 pm PST #1959 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Got Fred's voice perfect, Plei. Faith's nearly as good, but Fred had more to do this bit. I have faith in your ability. Um. As it were.


Deena - Mar 02, 2003 8:43:47 pm PST #1960 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Connie, I thought that was the case, either that or you were fuzzled between which word to use and then left them both in by accident.

I agree with Elena -- some play on the "which bond" question would be really great right there, maybe, if not the "my favorite bond" thing, an explanation that he means the brosnan bond rather than the dalton bond, since no chin dimple, or something. (insent, Elena, tiara pic!)

Plei, I've always thought Fred was kind of attractive when she's quiet, but, dang, she's a lot more attractive when you make her talk. I also never really liked Faith, honestly, but I like your Faith, too -- and she sounds right. I'm debating letting Greg read this. I'm betting he'll have trouble sleeping afterward *g*.

Deb, I've been thinking about Amanda (again!), Remember the first part you posted where you asked if it sounded too lyrical? I'm thinking she sounds the same age there as she does later, and she doesn't seem to make any mistakes, other than that she's always right and that can be annoying to those who are wrong. Even if she didn't really like her mother, she doesn't seem to miss her. Could she cry herself to sleep or whine a little, or ... something that makes her seem more vulnerable at the younger age? Also, maybe "too lyrical" isn't quite it, but, maybe less aware? or less able to describe what resonates for her? I've been reading this as all hindsight from an adult narrator perspective, but, I still think a touch of younger Amanda there might make it even better.


Connie Neil - Mar 02, 2003 8:57:41 pm PST #1961 of 10001
brillig

'course, with re: Plei, I'm wondering what Gunn's going to say.

edit: Slumbernut for my birthyear!