Title: Off Into the Wild Blue Yonder
Author: Delilah (divadelilah@aol.com), Diurnal (diurnal@magma.com), Lin (spikes_angel01@yahoo.au)
Description: Series started by an invitation to Two and Tracy's party. Pretty
much a round robin.
Disclaimer: In short, Spike's not ours and thanks goddess, neither is Riley.
Joss/Fox/SandDollar/Mutant Enemy/UPN own them. However, we all own our respective
bots and clones.
Distribution: Fanfiction.net, my yahoogroups (spuffy_fics and delirobins), DivaDelilah's
Domain, any sites I've okayed, including award sites and various lists. Hell,
just tell me where it's going.
Feedback: Come on baby, light my fire…
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Raj broke their laughter as he trotted down the stairs for the second time that night. He was grinning knowingly at Loth, who simply muttered and took a long drink of his vodka. "Come on down, pet," he called.
As he waited for Deli to make her way down the steps, he sat next to Lin, resting his cheek on the top of her head.
Deli made her way down the steps slowly, trying not to trip in her tall shoes. When she stood in full view, Loth muttered, "Fucking hell."
She was wearing a strapless black leather dress with a neckline that dipped almost to her waist in the front. It fit like a second skin until it hit her calves then it flared out to the floor. She had a silver waterfall collar on and her hair was piled on top of her head in a riot of curls and spikes. Her big blue eyes were heavily outlined, and resembles cat eyes as she stared at them silently.
Di looked at Raj. "Are you sure you're straight? That's an awful nice ensemble for a straight guy to pick out."
Raj rolled his eyes, then turned his attention back to Deli. "Turn around, pet."
She turned, revealing the non existence of a back to the dress, the skirt starting just above her tattoo. The collar had a long thin chain that draped down the middle of her back, and it swayed as she turned back, flushing in embarassment as everyone examined her. "Can I sit down now?" she said softly.
Loth and Trouble were at her side almost immediately, having picked their jaws up off the floor to come and claim her.
Deli looked at the group from her perch on the recliner. "Wow. It's a
full house. Are we all ready to go or are we hanging out for a bit longer?"
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Angeline grins at Deli, her own leather ensemble, "Hey we match!"
Raj wraps a hand around her waist, "You inspired me love."
She smiled at him, then glanced around at everyone. "Does anyone know if anyone else is coming? Jess andDamean? Hawk and Skitz? We're missing a few people."
Fen points desperately to the screen, "But we haven't even watched any of Pitch Black!"
Angeline chuckled, "I guess we're hanging around then." she winked at Deli, "Besides, now that Deli is here we can start with the counting!"
Winks at Fangy, before leaning into Raj's embrace.
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Di favoured Asmara with a welcoming smile. Lowering her voice so as not to
disturb the movie-watchers, she whispered, "Are you and Chris coming along
to Two's party with us? Not that we haven't got a goodly-sized hoopla going
already."
She looked around the room, studying the happy faces of women, bots, and clones.
Seth's violet-dipped locks caught her attention. The colour really did bring
out the blue of his eyes, now gleaming with a look that -- on any but a Spike
-- she would have termed fatuous. His appreciative glances at the Drubot were
drawing a lot of amused attention.
Loth moved about the room with casual grace, distributing drinks with a smirk
for Charlemagne here, a murmured comment and suggestive leer for Shelby there.
Judging by the deep rumble of laughter in the bot she was half sitting on, Di
guessed that he'd heard whatever was said. She squeezed Loki's thigh appreciatively
while she followed Lothario's progress.
He latched onto the wall with one hand and leaned over Fen to pass Chris a fresh
kahlua. The clean line of leg, flank, shoulder, and defined forearm drew an
appreciative hum from Di. Loki squeezed her shoulder, apparently absorbed in
the movie, and she pressed herself closer to him.
Chris thanked Loth quietly, sipped from his glass, and tucked his head back
onto Asmara's shoulder. The expression on his face of wondering bliss was almost
as sexy as the come-hither glances that Trouble was giving Deli, and suddenly
Di was wriggling in her seat, uncomfortable and on the verge of panick. Fangy
turned a raised brow her way, nostrils testing the air.
"Argh!" Di almost screamed. She shrugged out of her bot's embrace
and leapt to her feet. "That is ENOUGH! If I have to sit in this little
room with this much tasty manflesh for one more minute, I'll be forced to start
licking. And that will lead inevitably to biting, and therein to stencilling
an NC-17 warning on the Bed & Breakfast sign."
The thump of Deli landing on the floor again didn't deter the furious woman
in the slightest. "Everybody out!" she ordered. "March, foots-to,
hop to it, sort yourselves into vehicles and let's get this menagery on the
road!" Spinning on her heel, she stomped out the front door in as dramatic
an exit as she could manage while horny and frustrated.
Angeline joined Deli on the floor caught up in a fit of uncontrollable giggles. While everyone stared after Di, most wearing confused looks. Fangy smirked knowingly.
Raj tilted his head to the side confused, "But if she went to the party won't there be more of us around??"
The artless comment brougth smiles to everyone's lips, and a fresh burst of giggles from his new mistress.
Shelby sighed, "Come on everyone."
Fangy smirked, "Yeah, can't leave Di all horny by herself."
Seth retrieved Angeline's coat, and waited for her to regain control. No one was in a hurry to move, until Di stuck her head back in and glared at them all.
"Would you all hurry up?? Loki!"
Loki shrugged, and followed his mistress, leaving the others to gather themselves slowly.
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Deli walked up to the black Spyder convertible she'd 'borrowed' from her vacationing parents, trying to avoid ripping her dress or breaking in neck while getting into low riding car.
Trouble picked her up and sat her in the back seat, giving her a wink as he slid into the driver's seat. He motioned for Loth, Loki and Di to join him, and he started the powerful engine, revving it for show.
Shelby and Perice were getting into the Trans Am, and pulling out, with Fen and Charley close behind on the bike. He watched Chris help Asmara into his car solicitously and Seth continue to gawk at her as Lin hauled him and her clones into their car.
When he was clear to pull out, he ptu the car in gear and sped around the line of party goers dangerously, causing Deli to glare at him from under the scarf she was wearing to keep her hair in place. "What?" he asked innocently.
She grumbled something about cocky bots and turned to Di. "So do you think this'll be fun?"
Di grinned and nodded her head. "If I keep my hormones in check that is. And it sounds like Lin's got something up her sleeve as well."
Loki poked Di's arm and whispered, "Don't worry. I'm sure I can always take you out back and fix your hormones anytime you need it."
Deli snorted. "Dear god, does Tracy realize her house is going to smell like a brothel when this party is over? I mean Puck and Barb alone..."
Di snorted and the boys chuckled.
Deli tapped her french mincured nail on her teeth thoughfully. "Whatcha think she's planning?"
Di shook her head. "No clue. But I got a better question."
"What?"
"What's up with you and Raj?" she asked her eyes glinting with mischief.
Deli flushed bright red and muttered, "What do you mean what's up?"
Trouble harumphed in front seat and the girl turned to look him. "Even I could see she's paying less attention to Fang Boy than normal. Something's definately up."
Loth growled and Deli patted his shoulder. "Nothin's up baby. Okay?"
He didn't answer but let out a long suffering sigh as he turned the radio on, flipping on the Rob Zombie CD in the player.
The wind tore at their hair and clothes as they drove in silence, headed toward the big bash.
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Peirce jammed in a ZZ Top Cd while Shelby followed Deli and Lin. Sharp Dressed Man came belting out of the speakers just loud enough to mask the rumble of the motor.
Peirce gave his mistress a seductive smile, causing Shelby to laugh. "Think we'll ever make it to the party, luv?"
"Honey, I'm not sure. Between Deli's closet escapades and the Riley, it's hard to tell. Maybe though, we make a fashionably late entrance. We're not like the others, you know. Besides, getting there is half the fun."
Peirce winked at her. "That rule applies to everything with you princess."
Shelby blushed then making a right hand turn. "I hope they know where they are going. I sure don't."
Peirce fell silent, his eyes concentrating on something far ahead in the road.
"What's wrong sweety? You look worried."
Peirce shook his head to the side and leaned back in his seat. "Nothing luv. Just thinking."
"Well that's a scary thought," she teased him.
"Just thinking 'bout Seth is all. Just a bot thing. Don't worry you're little head 'bout it."
Shelby looked concerned at her bot, even when the dog ate his boot he wasn't this upset. Angeline gave him those boots, they were special. (So was the duster Reily nicked but lets not get that started!) "Oh don't worry. That dye will wash right out."
"Yea right, it'll wash out. What was I thinkin, luv?" Peirce muttered.
Just then the CB came alive.(Yes, folks, CB. I can never keep my cell phone bill paid. Plus, I just love Smokey and the Bandit. notice the Trans Am. She's a 79)
"Break 19, this 'eres bigearsbob, I'm eastbound on 81, and there's a smokey trap on exit 45 jus' waitin' to snag yer tail, little Trans Am. Are you travlin wit dat fancy black sports car up ahead?"
Peirce and Shelby started buckling with laughter at the sound of the thick southern accent. Peirce picked up the handle and tried his hand at a deep southern voice. "This here is TheBigBad, we hear you bigearsbob, yes we are. Over."
"Well, alright then. Tuck behind the big blue rig, BigBad and we'll get ya through the trap."
Shelby sped the Trans Am up so she was beside Deli and Lin and Peirce motioned for them to just follow. Of course, the others were giving them weird looks and Trouble was sticking his tougue out. Peirce laughed when he saw Loth reach around and whack Trouble in the head.
Once again the southern trucker's voice came over the radio loud and clear. "BigBad, we got you covered. Just a few more miles till we pass the trap and yer clear."
"Thanks, Bigears, BigBad over and out."
"You know, I almost forgot that thing was in here. It's never on."
Peirce grinned. "It is when Seth and I are running around."
TBC........