BtVS Double Drabble: Pressure Valve
Title: Pressure Valve
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Buffy, Demon.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 45: Pound at doubledrabbles.
Spoilers/Setting: Mid Season Three.
Summary: Buffy has the perfect way of working off her frustrations over her non-relationship with Angel.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
One thing about being the Slayer, battling vampires and demons; it’s a great way of working off frustrations, not to mention repressed sexual tension. Buffy’s breathing hard as she pounds on the demon. She should probably have killed it by now but… well, she has an awful lot of frustration to deal with at present, and if she doesn’t find some way to vent she just knows she’s going to explode, or implode, or something messy anyway. Either that or she might just do something she really shouldn’t next time she’s training with Angel. The temptation never goes away and it’s so much worse when he’s right there, stripped to the waist, and she wants him so badly she can almost taste him…
No! Bad thoughts! Bad!
So she pounds on the hapless demon again, follows it up with a roundhouse kick to the face that sends it reeling, something that’s definitely not blood spraying from its mashed… well, nose she supposes; more of a snout really. Pig demons are apparently a thing.
It’s still on its feet; in Buffy’s book that makes it fair game. Okay, so the wall’s holding it up, but still, she needs this.
“Die, demon!”
The End
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Buffy, Demon.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 45: Pound at doubledrabbles.
Spoilers/Setting: Mid Season Three.
Summary: Buffy has the perfect way of working off her frustrations over her non-relationship with Angel.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
One thing about being the Slayer, battling vampires and demons; it’s a great way of working off frustrations, not to mention repressed sexual tension. Buffy’s breathing hard as she pounds on the demon. She should probably have killed it by now but… well, she has an awful lot of frustration to deal with at present, and if she doesn’t find some way to vent she just knows she’s going to explode, or implode, or something messy anyway. Either that or she might just do something she really shouldn’t next time she’s training with Angel. The temptation never goes away and it’s so much worse when he’s right there, stripped to the waist, and she wants him so badly she can almost taste him…
No! Bad thoughts! Bad!
So she pounds on the hapless demon again, follows it up with a roundhouse kick to the face that sends it reeling, something that’s definitely not blood spraying from its mashed… well, nose she supposes; more of a snout really. Pig demons are apparently a thing.
It’s still on its feet; in Buffy’s book that makes it fair game. Okay, so the wall’s holding it up, but still, she needs this.
“Die, demon!”
The End