WTF Is Schmoop? 13/29
Title: Do It Like A Dude
Fandom: Jossverse
Pairing Buffy/Faith
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. These ladies belong to other people. I’m toying with them for a bit of recreational fun and to challenge my sanity.
Summary: A Bar, a suit, a Buffy & a Faith.
Do It Like A Dude
Even in the dimly lit club, Faith could see the folded suit jacket being placed on the bar next to her was a rich, light brown. She sipped her Jack and Coke while starting to assess the person settling in on her right. A pale pink dress shirt followed the jacket. Their arm rose towards the bartender, two fingers shot up and waved between herself and her company.
An eyebrow quirked as Faith drained her glass. She spit an ice cube back into her glass and asked, “What makes you think I’d let you buy me a drink?”
Her companion didn’t answer. Instead, they spin her way, one knee pressing against her ass, while Faith’s knee pushes against the inside of their thigh. They rest their chin on Faith’s shoulder and tuck her hair over shoulder to lean in and whisper.
A shudder, involuntary and way too obvious, passes through Faith when they speak, “Because you look like someone that appreciates people going after what they want…” the voice trailed off as a tongue, warm and wet, traced the shell of her ear, top to bottom, before they sucked in her ear lobe offering it a light nibble.
A hand came into play then, blunt nails scrapping up her thigh, curving inward and pressing against the center seam of her jeans. It was then that the bartender chose to fulfill the drink order and slide two rock glasses full of her favorite drink in front of them.
Her companion backed off a little and Faith took the opportunity to do a full assessment. The shoes were black and glossy with a square tipped toe. The pants matched the jacket; the belt matched the shoes and contrasted well with the color of the fine linen, collared shirt. The blonde’s hair was pinned up, exposing a supple neck that Faith wanted to sink her teeth into.
The Fedora was cocked back and sitting slightly higher than normal. Faith reached out to adjust it properly when playful hazel eyes caught hers and she smiled. The blush was involuntary and Buffy just winked, wiggling her eyebrows as she sipped at her own Jack and Coke.
She watched the blonde reach into her pocket, peel off a few bills from a small folded stack in her pocket and put them on the bar. Buffy turned to her and offered her her hand. “Come dance with me?”
Faith didn’t need to even think about taking the hand. It weaved with her partner’s automatically. “Only if you promise to take me for a ride later,” she teased as she was pulled to the dance floor.
Buffy responded over her shoulder, “I promise you more than that.”
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Fandom: Jossverse
Pairing Buffy/Faith
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. These ladies belong to other people. I’m toying with them for a bit of recreational fun and to challenge my sanity.
Summary: A Bar, a suit, a Buffy & a Faith.
Do It Like A Dude
Even in the dimly lit club, Faith could see the folded suit jacket being placed on the bar next to her was a rich, light brown. She sipped her Jack and Coke while starting to assess the person settling in on her right. A pale pink dress shirt followed the jacket. Their arm rose towards the bartender, two fingers shot up and waved between herself and her company.
An eyebrow quirked as Faith drained her glass. She spit an ice cube back into her glass and asked, “What makes you think I’d let you buy me a drink?”
Her companion didn’t answer. Instead, they spin her way, one knee pressing against her ass, while Faith’s knee pushes against the inside of their thigh. They rest their chin on Faith’s shoulder and tuck her hair over shoulder to lean in and whisper.
A shudder, involuntary and way too obvious, passes through Faith when they speak, “Because you look like someone that appreciates people going after what they want…” the voice trailed off as a tongue, warm and wet, traced the shell of her ear, top to bottom, before they sucked in her ear lobe offering it a light nibble.
A hand came into play then, blunt nails scrapping up her thigh, curving inward and pressing against the center seam of her jeans. It was then that the bartender chose to fulfill the drink order and slide two rock glasses full of her favorite drink in front of them.
Her companion backed off a little and Faith took the opportunity to do a full assessment. The shoes were black and glossy with a square tipped toe. The pants matched the jacket; the belt matched the shoes and contrasted well with the color of the fine linen, collared shirt. The blonde’s hair was pinned up, exposing a supple neck that Faith wanted to sink her teeth into.
The Fedora was cocked back and sitting slightly higher than normal. Faith reached out to adjust it properly when playful hazel eyes caught hers and she smiled. The blush was involuntary and Buffy just winked, wiggling her eyebrows as she sipped at her own Jack and Coke.
She watched the blonde reach into her pocket, peel off a few bills from a small folded stack in her pocket and put them on the bar. Buffy turned to her and offered her her hand. “Come dance with me?”
Faith didn’t need to even think about taking the hand. It weaved with her partner’s automatically. “Only if you promise to take me for a ride later,” she teased as she was pulled to the dance floor.
Buffy responded over her shoulder, “I promise you more than that.”
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