Wonderful, Deena--great Fred voice, and Spike dialogue.

I'm not quite sure I could make sense of that bit, and you're right about the monster. Going back to fix.

Very nice Deena.

Deena, I loved it!

Yay! Thank you all. It was fun to write.

Deena! Rockage!

"Got a cigarette?" He smirked. "I seem to have left mine in my other pants." She frowned a little and he cast his eyes up. Really, where did this bird come from?

BWAH! I love this Spred.

Yay! Thanks, Deb. If I can keep it being this fun, I may continue with it.

I need to go back and finish my tiny little one for Plei - began it weeks ago and had to bail to deal with novel proofs. Mine was nowhere near as fun as this one is, though.

I never thought I'd do one, but Crazy!Fred was always my favorite, and I could imagine her going this way from guilt over working for/with the evil guys, and I love her tasering ways.

Also for Plei, on the occasion of her mumblemumble birthday. What she asked for, and a bit more. Affectionately titled "The Bar Story," though I'll certainly come up with something better later.

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Buffy and Wesley walk into a bar and see Faith sitting there with a row of empty shotglasses in a neat line.

So Wes nods to Buffy, and he goes and sits in the corner while Buffy walks up behind Faith, and reaches out to touch her shoulder. But Faith blocks it with her elbow, and they strain a little bit for domination before Buffy backs off with a glance into the darkened corner where Wesley is sitting. The shadows play on his face and give light to his scar.

They talk quietly at the bar while Wesley orders whiskey by the bottle. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Buffy's hand slip from Faith's shoulder to the small of her back, that crease of bare skin where her shirt rides up. Buffy's fingers graze there lightly, and he can catch sight of Faith shuddering just a little. He'd catch his breath if he didn't have his glass to his lips, but he moves slightly in his seat, trying to make room for his awakening dick.

At that moment Faith looks back, following Buffy's line of sight, and their eyes catch. He nods slightly, angles his glass towards her in recognition, and keeps his expression controlled when she downs a shot and then gives him that slow, predatory smile that reminds him of one particularly outstanding moment from their torturous past.

Between the two of them, Buffy and Faith finish off the alcohol quickly, and there's a sway in their step that wasn't there a moment ago. They slide into the booth across from Wesley, and he offers them a drink from his glass which Buffy passes on, but Faith accepts with a long, heated look.

Wesley screws the cap back onto the bottle and gets up; Faith and Buffy follow him, their shoulders and hands brushing intentionally. There's a guy at the end of the bar who's been surreptitiously watching the entire exchange since they walked in, and as the door swings shut he whistles low to himself and mutters how he wishes he could be in that bastard's place.

Wesley works hard to keep his eyes locked on the road, but it's hard when Buffy and Faith have started to work on each other in the backseat. It went from chaste to triple X in a heartbeat, and Faith's pulled Buffy onto her lap with no regard for seatbelt laws. Faith's hands are groping Buffy's back, pulling her shirt up to reveal tantalizing skin.

It takes all his will to refrain from reaching his hand back to just touch, but he runs every red light with pinpoint accuracy and pulls in to a dirty parking lot.

It's a dive with some terrible name Wesley doesn't waste a spare brain cell on, as all of his attention is focused on the two women sprawled in his SUV, and the battle of wills fought with mouths. When he opens his eyes after realizing they're closed, he meets Buffy's urgent gaze in the mirror. Faith spares a hand to thread through the hair at his nape and grips hard, possessive and demanding, and he knows that if he doesn't get a room now they will fuck in the parking lot. So he climbs out of his car and heads inside, stumbling on a patch of wet pavement he didn't see in his hurry.