A single bar of sunlight sliced through the gap in the curtains and fell across Buffy's exposed belly. She was sprawling on her back, sleeping far messier than Faith would've expected with the sheets kicked off and one arm over her head. Her skin bore a light sheen of sweat and the blonde hair was straggly and damp - the air conditioning was bust and it was too damn hot in the dingy little room. Faith pulled her knees up under her chin and stared, trying to memorise every inch of Buffy's skin and remembering very vividly how it felt to wear that body. Mayor Wilkins had understood her very well, although he'd never embarrassed her by talking about the Buffy thing; still his parting gift had been perfect, in its fucked up way. Faith had explored Buffy's body pretty damn thoroughly while she had it - had touched and pinched and probed and found every single sweet spot, every tender nerve ending. She knew with absolute certainty how Buffy would react if she stroked the back of her thigh just so; if she sucked on a finger or bit down on one peaked nipple. They weren't in an alleyway now, and there were far fewer clothes in the way; Faith wanted the chance to explore B at her leisure and make her writhe. She just wasn't entirely sure whether Buffy would feel the same way, or if last night had been a one time only deal.
The little pink vest top rode up above her flat belly, exposing a navel that Faith really wanted to lick. And it was stupid, really stupid to be so hung up over B; it wasn't like she was the cutest little piece of ass Faith had ever seen or had, not by a long way, but that didn't matter a damn. She was who she was, and Buffy Summers had been the centre of Faith's world ever since Faith had hit Sunnydale running. She was drenched just thinking about it. It was still all about Buffy all the time.
No wonder she and Angel understood each other so damn well.
"Hey."
Faith's eyes snapped back up to Buffy's face.
"I - uh. Hey you," said Faith, brash as ever, her cheeks feeling a little too hot. "So, you ready to hit IHoP?"
Um, cereal. This was motivation-fic for Plei. It might not be exactly what you were expecting, sweetie, but there's Ethan and there's Wesley. And it made me laugh as I was writing it. And there's technically sex.
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As Yet Untitiled
Were anyone to look at Ethan and Wesley with normal sight, they'd see two rather intense gentlemen engaging in some odd yet amusing form of mime.
Needless to say, they were not.
Of course, had they been miming, it would make the telling of this story easier. As it does, this tale has far too many twists of fate and bends in the natural order of things to detail here. Rather, it is necessary only to tell that while the two had never been friends, they had never been enemies, which made this particular turn of events so interesting to put down.
You see, there was once a time when apocalypses had come and gone, and certain characters in this world took the form of a nuisance than what they truly were. In this world, a young woman's home met its demise at her hands, and yet the world moved on to accommodate the damage that had been wreaked.
And when it had settled a bit, twisting and curling around this woman's fate to create a balance to things, certain memories considered only nuisances chose to re-enter the picture, showing his true nature and working towards the natural order once again. For what is a hero without a villain? Even if she herself had never considered him more than a bug on her windshield, her mentor knew better--yet he too suffered from the arrogance of the victorious, and forgot in his haste to rebuild the world they left to watch for those who work best in the shadow of success.
Perhaps, then, the reader is wondering how Wesley comes into this, as he had not been a feature of the hero's world for many years, instead making his own part in the story of a far more conflicted champion. Well, to that the reader is asked to imagine a man whose expertise is requested in a situation where he had been disliked before. Every man has an ego, and were it bruised, there is nothing more healing than to return appreciated.
That said, back to the story at hand.
There was no mime; looking at the scene with sight tinged with magic, one sees instead both men pushing bright lights at each other, each the sum of their magical efforts. (That would explain the grunting.) Wesley's was a blinding blue-white, whereas Ethan's burned with a red-gold fury. They vied for conquest, their balls moving back and forth as either gained an inch on each other.
This went on for a very long time, until Ethan finally called a halt and they warily sat next to each other on a park bench near where they'd been dueling. After a few harsh words and initial trepidation, they began arguing good-naturedly about the best places to find beer from the homeland in the large annoying desert that was California. In fact, they were so into their discussion that they didn't notice they were supposed to be fighting. Once they'd agreed on a definitive pub, they got up and headed towards good English beer.
And then they had sex the end.
They vied for conquest, their balls moving back and forth as either gained an inch on each other.
SA, I think you broke me.
I kept snorting whenever I read that line.
I'm hardly surprised. It's one funny fic. Also:
And then they had sex the end.
Should be a tag.
I've always, always wanted to use that as an ending.
Every scar, the ache in his fingers on rainy days, even the sunlight hitting his floor at just the right angle at just the right time of day
Oh, Steph. Dayum.
I think I want to write a longer Giles/Angel thing. I like the angst.
I've always, always wanted to use that as an ending.
I can see the attraction. In a now-I-want-to-try-it-myself way. I never will, of course, there'll never be a chance as good, but I'd like to.
Steph, please do. Giles' discomfort around Angel was always
there
because ASH is such a good actor, but they never really explored it. Especially not from Angel's POV. Or Buffy's, for that matter. And, really, don't you think that Willow forgave Angel a tad too quick for the whole murdering and torturing thing?
