Afterglow
BuffySmut by the BuffyOtaku
Disclaimer: The characters of Faith, Buffy and Giles are owned by Eliza Dushku, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Anthony Stewart Head, Joss Whedon, the WB, and other people who are not me. I'm poor; don't sue.
Rating:NC-17: slash f/f, bondage (sorta), kinda nonconsensual m/f graphic sex, language. This fic is the naughtiest thing I ever wrote.
Archive: UCSL, my site, or please ask.
Summary: The result of a UCSL fic challenge about Faith being horny after she wins a fight. The foul mind of my evil twin DawsonOtaku came up with this. So don't blame me! (Also, please excuse the HTML tags. I've found it's easier to put them in during composition rather than after. Sorry.)
Bonus points for people who can identify where the name "Snappy Snack Shack" came from.
"You hungry?" asked Buffy as she brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. Her hand came away sweaty, too, and she shook it in disgust..
"Starving." replied Faith, as she, too brushed the remnants of Toast-Guy dust from her face. "And horny."
"Can't help you there." murmured Buffy as she walked toward the door.
Faith watched her butt as her partner-in-Slayage moved out of the warehouse. "Don't know about that."
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"Well, at least the two of you made it out all right." Giles murmured from between the pages of a dusty old Demonology text. "Good show."
Buffy said from behind the poetry section, "Couldn't have done it without Faith. Wouldn't have had to, without Faith."
Faith rolled her eyes in Buffy's direction, and then a slow smirk spread across her face. She was standing behind Giles, her hands on his shoulders, and she pointed down at the gruesome picture Giles was studying.
"What's that?"
"Der Kindestod. The name means child-death. It fed off of sick children so its kills would appear..ah...routine. Buffy Slew it last spring."
"Wow. What's that do?"
"It elongates its jaw to engulf its victim's head. Ahh..that feels good." Faith had begun to massage the Watcher's shoulders, gently working the stiffness from his muscles.
"Damn, G-man, you're tense." She increased her efforts and was rewarded with a slow smile from the Brit.
"Having the two of you around probably won't help that." Giles mumbled. As an afterthought, he added, "Don't call me that."
"What?" she whispered into his ear. "Don't like G-man? How about sexy...or intensely fuckable."
Giles stiffened in his seat. It had been a long while since any person had touched him in the intimate way Faith was. It was...stimulating, to say the least.
He didn't know if he was relieved or disappointed when Buffy emerged from the stacks.
"Excuse me." she said angrily. "Get your hands off my Watcher."
A feline smile slid across Faith's lips. "Jealous, Bee?"
"Of you? And him? Please."
"Oh, I think you are." The catlike grin grew as Faith continued to massage Giles. "You don't like it? Do something about it."
"Don't have to ask me twice." Buffy said, throwing a clenched fist at the other Slayer, who dodged it deftly. Buffy lunged again, attempting to grapple with her opponent, but Faith kicked out with her right leg, tripping the petite blonde.
Buffy grabbed her on the way down, and the two rolled on the ground for a moment, until Giles joined the fray, trying his best to separate them even though he was flattered. They were fighting over him, after all; it would have been pleasant if the two weren't capable of tearing him, the library, and each other apart. "Ladies! Please! Break it up!"
Buffy accidentally swept his feet out from under him, and he landed between the two girls in a heap. They stopped wrestling for a moment and just looked at him as he struggled around in his suitcoat, which only got more tangled as he moved. Giles gave up as he noticed the two Slayers staring at him. "What?"
"I see what you mean, Faith." Buffy said slowly.
"Hmm?" Faith cooed from beside Giles. "About what?"
"A good fight. Makes me hungry."
"I think there's a Snappy Snack Shack down the street from Starbucks." Faith murmured.
"Oh, not for food." Buffy stood up and roughly tugged Giles off the floor. She guided him to a chair and tied the tangled suitcoat around the back of it so the Englishman's arms were immobilized. "I think I want a Watcher. Care to share?"
"I could go for that, yeah." she replied as she got up from the floor and moved toward the other Slayer. "But, first..."
Faith pulled Buffy gently into her arms and kissed her on he mouth, her tongue gently coaxing open Buffy's mouth and exploring it even as she untied Buffy's powder-blue sweater. The cashmere fell away, landing on Giles' lap and revealing Buffy's hard-muscled torso and small, perfect breasts.
"Oh, Buffy, they're perfect..." Faith said rapturously, as she gently caressed one golden orb. "Giles?"
He looked away from the pair and clenched his eyes shut as Faith slowly turned Buffy around, her hands still stroking the other girl's breasts, slowly hardening their rosy nipples. "Come on now. You can look. Don't tell me you haven't wanted this moment. You want to look."
Faith moved in front of Buffy and bent, taking one pink bud into her mouth, licking it, suckling, and the blonde whimpered and caught her head, cupping it close to her body. She let go with one arm and began to undo the buttons on her Watcher's vest, occasionally stopping as Faith's mouth found a particularly sensitive spot.
Faith's mouth moved away from Buffy and she looked over at Giles. "He's still not looking. Chicken shit."
"Oh, I think we can convince him," Buffy said as she knelt in front of him, deftly undoing the rest of his vest and shirt buttons. She paused upon reaching his T-shirt, and thought for a moment. Faith, ever-resourceful, took matters into her own hands by ripping the shirt in twain. The pair used the remnants to more fully secure the now scared-out-of-his-wits Watcher.
"What you're doing is akin to rape." he said thickly, trying to disguise the arousal that was spreading through his belly.
Buffy's hand fell to his lap, slowly caressing the growing erection there. "Really? Then, what's this?"
Faith's arms went around the other girl's waist, unzipping her fly and tugging the jeans down her legs. Buffy stepped out of the pants, now clad only in red lace panties, translucent from her arousal, and ankle-high platform sandals. Faith unceremoniously swept all the books away and picked her up and tossed her - gently - onto the study table.
"Nice shoes. Wanna fuck?" Faith stripped off her clothing quickly, and was soon standing nude and sweat-shiny before Buffy, looking down at her on the table. She reached up and slowly pulled the other Slayer's panties off, turning around to set them on Giles' head.
The smell of the two girls' arousal was driving him mad, and his cock was rock-hard and straining against his fly. He inched closer, trying against his better judgment to see their activities more clearly.
The burgundy-haired Slayer looked back at him, her rump in his face, and said. "You're a privileged man, Mister Giles. Nobody else in the world can say they've seen two Slayers fuck."
He groaned as she lowered her head to Buffy's hot core.
Faith slowly -- expertly-- licked the inner folds of Buffy's dripping center, pausing a few times for a nip here and there, and Buffy writhed on the table. White-hot pleasure was firing through her veins, and she unconsciously tightened her legs around the other girl's neck. Buffy keened as Faith licked her clitoris slowly, and slid a finger into her.
Giles inched closer to Faith's bare backside, the well-toned flesh beckoning him even as his cock strained for relief from the confines of his trousers and the thick of his lust.
Buffy flinched as Faith slammed two more fingers into her, nearly fisting her in a desire to see her come. At that moment, Giles reached his prey, and used his teeth on her swollen labia.
The taller Slayer yelped, then moaned, her mouth and hand falling away from Buffy, who slid off the table and toward her mentor. She smiled ferally as she undid his zipper, his engorged penis springing free, finally, from its confines.
She ran her tongue up the hot velvet length, then took the tip into her mouth, sucking hard. He hissed with pleasure.
Faith moaned and pulled the table closer to the chair, laying down on her back and bracing her feet on the seat to lift her hips to the Watcher's mouth, where he continued to play havoc with her clit, his teeth and tongue furrowing them in rhythm with Buffy's long up-and-down strokes on his dick.
Buffy's hand was between her legs, stroking hard and fast. Giles noticed that she was about to come, and he looked down at her and said,
"Buffy, fuck me."
Buffy raised her head to look up at Faith, who nodded her approval. "Just save me some."
The blonde Slayer wasted no time as her counterpart scooted back on the table to watch. Buffy hoisted herself up onto his lap, swiftly impaling herself on his shaft, and riding up and down at a baffling speed only a Slayer would be capable of. Buffy looked down at him, tied to the chair, and smiled as her mouth descended to capture his in a kiss.
Giles' tongue explored her mouth, but he chanced a glance at Faith, who was spread-eagled on the table, fucking herself like there was no tomorrow. The sight was too much for him and he came rapidly, calling "Buffy!" and dumping his seed into the nearly-exhausted Slayer on top of him.
Buffy frowned, and Giles said, "Guess I'm getting old."
"You're a pretty damn good lay for an old guy." she said, as she moved to the table and crawled on top of Faith. "But I want to come, too."
Faith swung around beneath Buffy, maneuvering into a 69 position and smiling as she lowered those lean hips onto her face.
The two girls licked and sucked, rolling around on the table and grasping at every available body part, until Faith wailed Buffy's name, too. Soon after, Buffy shouted "Oh...goooooood!" and collapsed, spent, on the table beside her new friend.
A few moments later, Giles' voice rang out through the afterglow. "Uhm...do you think we could untie me now?"
That's all...!
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