Festive Ficlet #22: Beginnings (Faith, PG13)
One last festive ficlet, and it had to be something Rulesverse. I haven't written much in the Rulesverse this year, but I love it dearly still. So here's Faith, before it all begins, feeling like a little fun. Mentions of Spike/Buffy, imminent Faith/Giles.
Thanks to everyone for the prompts - it's been great fun completing them. Happy festive season, however you celebrate.
22. Faith - she'd be willing if Spike was [random word: spray], for slaymesoftly. Set immediately before The Turning of the Year 1, Christmas 2003. (If you want more festive Rulesverse, go there!)
Faith was feeling good. Spritzed and sparkling, thigh-highs not yet chafing, serious new lipstick leaving prints on her champagne glass. Damn sight better than last Christmas, snuggling up to that night's Bertha and trying to block her ears to the sound of cellmates sobbing.
Time to have some fun. "So, B… You're really serious about Spike?"
The way Buffy rolled her eyes was a little insulting. Maybe the Christmas party wasn't the best of places to speculate aloud on a fellow Slayer's guy. But Faith remembered that one time taking a ride in Buffy's body pretty well - the look on Spike's face as she tempted him was totally one of the highlights of her Evil Slayer phase. And if Buffy wasn't serious about him, then… But Faith mentally started backing off the moment Buffy began to speak. It lasted quite a long time, and didn't leave a lot of room for doubt.
"Okay, I hear you. And you're not a threesome kinda gal?"
Not that Faith wanted that. (Except maybe late at night and horny, when all kinds of bad ideas sounded right and no one should be held accountable.) But the look on Buffy's face was entirely worthwhile.
That was fun. But over too soon; she was in the mood to find another fun thing. Faith looked across the crowded hall, and found Giles, besieged by teenage Potentials and mistletoe. She mentally hitched up her stockings. Time to show the kids how it's really done.
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Thanks to everyone for the prompts - it's been great fun completing them. Happy festive season, however you celebrate.
22. Faith - she'd be willing if Spike was [random word: spray], for slaymesoftly. Set immediately before The Turning of the Year 1, Christmas 2003. (If you want more festive Rulesverse, go there!)
Faith was feeling good. Spritzed and sparkling, thigh-highs not yet chafing, serious new lipstick leaving prints on her champagne glass. Damn sight better than last Christmas, snuggling up to that night's Bertha and trying to block her ears to the sound of cellmates sobbing.
Time to have some fun. "So, B… You're really serious about Spike?"
The way Buffy rolled her eyes was a little insulting. Maybe the Christmas party wasn't the best of places to speculate aloud on a fellow Slayer's guy. But Faith remembered that one time taking a ride in Buffy's body pretty well - the look on Spike's face as she tempted him was totally one of the highlights of her Evil Slayer phase. And if Buffy wasn't serious about him, then… But Faith mentally started backing off the moment Buffy began to speak. It lasted quite a long time, and didn't leave a lot of room for doubt.
"Okay, I hear you. And you're not a threesome kinda gal?"
Not that Faith wanted that. (Except maybe late at night and horny, when all kinds of bad ideas sounded right and no one should be held accountable.) But the look on Buffy's face was entirely worthwhile.
That was fun. But over too soon; she was in the mood to find another fun thing. Faith looked across the crowded hall, and found Giles, besieged by teenage Potentials and mistletoe. She mentally hitched up her stockings. Time to show the kids how it's really done.
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