TITLE: Your Freudian Slip is Showing
SERIES: Freudian Saga - Part One
AUTHOR: Angelina
EMAIL: Angelina
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SUMMARY: Cordy's pillow talk gets her into trouble
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me, they're the property of Joss &
Mutant Enemy.
NOTES: Hi there, I'm new to this list so I've decided to introduce
myself by posting some of my own personal Cordyslash. I'm a die-hard
Cordy/Faith 'shipper...just in case you don't like that kind of thing.
DEDICATION: To Dan.
*****
"Uh huh...oh God...yeah baby right there...I'm so close...so
close...take me there..."
Jesus, I sound like a bad porno actress. Not that I watch that kind
of thing. But hey, that's what being in the throes of passion will
do to a person. Here I go again.
"Ooooh...I'm...I'm gonna...oh
fu...Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiith!"
I scream my release and collapse back onto the pillows, panting and
sated. A movement from under the blanket tells me that my lover, the
bringer of my pleasure, is about to emerge from the depths. I prop
myself up on my elbows and find myself looking into those big
chocolatey eyes. Eyes that carry more than a hint of a question.
Performance anxiety? God, you'd think my inarticulate screams of
ecstasy would be enough. But I reach down anyway and tousle locks of
slightly damp chestnut hair.
"That was amazing."
I offer my best 'reassuring' smile. It doesn't really have the
desired effect.
"You did it again, Cor."
Now I'm confused.
"Did what?"
"You called me Faith."
Shit. I thought I had a handle on that. I mean, I don't even know
where it comes from. It's not like I even remotely think about
Faith, ever. I haven't noticed her impossibly deep brown eyes and
those full, pouty lips or the way her cheeks dimple when she gives
that lazy smile. And that curvaceous, voluptuous figure? Not even a
blip on my radar. And yet her name seems to pop out of my mouth at
the most inopportune times. At this moment in time I think denial is
called for.
"I did not call you 'Faith', I distinctly remember calling
you 'Xander'."
"Well, I distinctly remember hearing 'Faith'. It's not the kinda
thing a guy doesn't notice ya know?"
OK, so denying it didn't work. Maybe haughty silence is the way to
go. I clamp my lips together and look away, like I'm so hurt by his
insinuation that I can't even speak. He sighs and flops onto his
back beside me. Still with the silent treatment. Although it's
making me a bit nervous. And I don't get nervous. But pillow talk
isn't terribly forthcoming when you've just shouted the wrong name
during an orgasm. Especially the name of such a skanky, slutty,
sexy...what was I saying? Oh, Xander's talking, better listen.
"...don't mind the name thing so much, it's just..."
He trails off but he's piqued my interest enough for me to break my
haughty silence routine.
"Just what?"
"Well...could you not talk about my firm young breasts anymore?
That's kinda off putting."
Oh my God, that's new. I must've been really far gone this time. OK
Cordy, you need serious help babe. This is just too, too
disturbing. I think Xander is waiting for me to say something. He's
been really sweet about this whole thing. I mean, most guys wouldn't
stand for their girlfriends screaming another person's name during
sex. Then again, he couldn't pay to get the visuals I'm serving up
for him. Eew. As if me picturing myself having sex with Faith isn't
enough, now he's doing it. Not that I do, picture it, or anything.
Anyway, I better say something in response to his request.
"Deal."
He nods. Phew. Silence. He's speaking again.
"So...you really think they're perky?"
SERIES: Freudian Saga - Part One
AUTHOR: Angelina
EMAIL: Angelina
FEEDBACK: Most appreciated.
PERSONAL ARCHIVE: http://members.aol.com/bufpop/default.htm
DISTRIBUTION: Take it, just drop me a line.
SUMMARY: Cordy's pillow talk gets her into trouble
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: They don't belong to me, they're the property of Joss &
Mutant Enemy.
NOTES: Hi there, I'm new to this list so I've decided to introduce
myself by posting some of my own personal Cordyslash. I'm a die-hard
Cordy/Faith 'shipper...just in case you don't like that kind of thing.
DEDICATION: To Dan.
*****
"Uh huh...oh God...yeah baby right there...I'm so close...so
close...take me there..."
Jesus, I sound like a bad porno actress. Not that I watch that kind
of thing. But hey, that's what being in the throes of passion will
do to a person. Here I go again.
"Ooooh...I'm...I'm gonna...oh
fu...Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiith!"
I scream my release and collapse back onto the pillows, panting and
sated. A movement from under the blanket tells me that my lover, the
bringer of my pleasure, is about to emerge from the depths. I prop
myself up on my elbows and find myself looking into those big
chocolatey eyes. Eyes that carry more than a hint of a question.
Performance anxiety? God, you'd think my inarticulate screams of
ecstasy would be enough. But I reach down anyway and tousle locks of
slightly damp chestnut hair.
"That was amazing."
I offer my best 'reassuring' smile. It doesn't really have the
desired effect.
"You did it again, Cor."
Now I'm confused.
"Did what?"
"You called me Faith."
Shit. I thought I had a handle on that. I mean, I don't even know
where it comes from. It's not like I even remotely think about
Faith, ever. I haven't noticed her impossibly deep brown eyes and
those full, pouty lips or the way her cheeks dimple when she gives
that lazy smile. And that curvaceous, voluptuous figure? Not even a
blip on my radar. And yet her name seems to pop out of my mouth at
the most inopportune times. At this moment in time I think denial is
called for.
"I did not call you 'Faith', I distinctly remember calling
you 'Xander'."
"Well, I distinctly remember hearing 'Faith'. It's not the kinda
thing a guy doesn't notice ya know?"
OK, so denying it didn't work. Maybe haughty silence is the way to
go. I clamp my lips together and look away, like I'm so hurt by his
insinuation that I can't even speak. He sighs and flops onto his
back beside me. Still with the silent treatment. Although it's
making me a bit nervous. And I don't get nervous. But pillow talk
isn't terribly forthcoming when you've just shouted the wrong name
during an orgasm. Especially the name of such a skanky, slutty,
sexy...what was I saying? Oh, Xander's talking, better listen.
"...don't mind the name thing so much, it's just..."
He trails off but he's piqued my interest enough for me to break my
haughty silence routine.
"Just what?"
"Well...could you not talk about my firm young breasts anymore?
That's kinda off putting."
Oh my God, that's new. I must've been really far gone this time. OK
Cordy, you need serious help babe. This is just too, too
disturbing. I think Xander is waiting for me to say something. He's
been really sweet about this whole thing. I mean, most guys wouldn't
stand for their girlfriends screaming another person's name during
sex. Then again, he couldn't pay to get the visuals I'm serving up
for him. Eew. As if me picturing myself having sex with Faith isn't
enough, now he's doing it. Not that I do, picture it, or anything.
Anyway, I better say something in response to his request.
"Deal."
He nods. Phew. Silence. He's speaking again.
"So...you really think they're perky?"