Fic: Requested drabbles
The icons from the drabbles requested from the other day are here. I tried to include the icons given, it didn't work. Mostly girlslash, guys.
Peep Show - Stacy/Cuddy, R, 200 wds.
Music thudded softly in the car as she watched Cuddy getting dressed through the gauzy curtains and rain-streaked windows. They were supposed to have coffee, but the movement had caught Stacy’s eye and now... She felt like some perverted man, stalking Lisa.
But those curves, those breasts. Stacy shifted in her seat wondering if anyone had ever gotten an actual striptease out of this woman. Now that would be an expensive lap dance.
Nonetheless, Stacy stared transfixed, watching Lisa’s round curves get covered up in simple, sheer panties, silky-looking thigh highs (always so perfect-looking), and a pencil skirt that seemed to highlight every feature and disguise every flaw. Lisa really was gifted at that.
And then those breasts that Greg could never stop staring at. Now she saw why. Free of the provocative blouses and clinging sweaters Lisa looked serene, elegant. Smooth, no-frills. And Stacy got the feeling that those white, soft curves would fit perfectly in her palms. Christ, Stacy was wet just thinking about it.
When Lisa started doing her hair, Stacy finally shook herself and unbuckled her seatbelt to go knock.
The front door was already opening when Stacy raised a hand.
“Enjoy the show?”
Understudy - Faith/Cordy(/Willow), R, 250 wds.
Well. Looked like Cordelia really knew how to serve up revenge, Willow thought as she peered through the dingy motel window. She had only meant to come by to try and- and- talk to Faith or something, but... someone else had beat her to it. With a whole other set of intentions, it looked like.
The first girl Xander had- had- fucked her mind supplied haughtily. Well, it was totally the other way around, but still... There Cordelia was being wily and seductive and trying to get even with Xander but-Oo, oh, woah that was so not PG-13!
Willow couldn’t help staring as the undone ties from Cordelia’s halter top brushed along her thighs, her breasts bare, not just for Faith at the moment. And ohho, Faith, umm, well, it kinda looked like Faith swung both ways. Meep!
Which wasn’t really making anything any easier! Willow’s mouth gaped open partway, vaguely imagining what it must be like, taking Cordelia’s nipple into your mouth like that... Making her arch like that... and actually making Cordelia look like a human being. Woah.
Dampness. There was definitely some wet, dampness between her legs, and she wasn’t going to admit it just then, but... Wow. Left out again.
Stepping back slowly, fingers clinging to her sleeves, she wistfully watched the crescent-like curve of Faith’s - ass, came the taunting voice again - as she crawled on top of Cordelia, now spread out sultrily on the crummy bed.
Yeah. On the outside looking in. Like always.
Dream Date - Cordelia/Fred, G, 150 wds.
Cordy doodled idly on her desk blotter. Wow. Talk about an amazing date.
There had been dinner. Dancing. A cute corsage that didn’t like it should be pinned on her grandma. Even doors held open and chairs pulled out.
She’d felt like a real lady.
Funny how she never expected that to happen with Fred of all people. Angel, sure. Wesley definitely knew how to treat a girl. And Gunn probably had it in him, not to mention Lorne. If Lorne was even straight. Or if there was a ‘straight’ for demon-y other dimensional... thingies. But not the point!
Tiny, petite, totally gorgeous-but-neglected-haired Fred was giving Cordelia Chase fizzy feelings. Down there. As Fred might say. Heh. She was probably smiling like an even bigger dork by now.
Hopefully, she wasn’t going to become a dork too quickly. If she did, what would they have to look forward to?
Pushing the Envelope - Kate/Faith, NC-17, 350 wds.
Finally, somebody’d caught this strange girl. Kate had seen the BOLO for her only about a thousand times. Each time getting a tiny flutter in her gut. Which she’d assumed at the time was fear...
Kate had told the interview room recording tech to go get a cup of coffee, and now she was kinda glad she did. Didn’t need to have geek boy over there drooling. Not that there wasn’t a reason to be drooling. No, the girl was built.
And curvy.
Which she was utterly flaunting, of course. The perp was trying to get them distracted, clearly. Trying to get them to think she was- well, jerking off in a manner of speaking.
Kate huffed and sipped her own coffee behind the glass as Fa- the perp started really... Well, they should have cuffed her hands behind her back. There was definite rubbing. And if she looked under the table, Kate thought she could see a dark patch? Was the girl not wearing any underwear?
Definitely not wearing a bra, Kate could see that, Faith’s skin-tight top making her nipples pop right out at you. Pop right out at you and make you want to suck them, you mean?
Kate could feel her cheeks flush watching Faith buck up against the awkward angle of her hands. Definitely not fear. Manners told Kate to look away, brains told her not to fall into this girl’s scheme even from back here, but she couldn’t help touching the mirrored glass. Her thumb rubbed over Faith’s nipple from yards away, but to Kate it felt electric... and as if Faith could feel it too, she moaned, arching towards Kate’s hand.
Shaking herself and spilling her coffee simultaneously, Kate drew back. This town was really starting to do things to her. First tall, dark strangers that survived bullets, now she was getting enthralled by some--who knows what. What she did know was that she needed to get home and take a cold shower. And try not to think about Faith writhing against her own body the way she writhed in that chair.
Taking Notes - Wes/Giles, NC-17, 125 wds.
Their mouths met, rough, hungry, like beasts, like men. Mr. Giles Rupert groaned into Wesley’s mouth, making Wesley’s grab Mr. Rupert’s arse harder, pulling them together so tightly and swiftly that Rupert’s breath caught.
“Wesley,” Rupert rasped, as Wesley’s hand found the thick, heavy bulge waiting for him in Rupert’s trousers. He squeezed Rupert’s...cock and felt his own answer with a sudden and lusty jerk. “Wesley,” Rupert whimpered, begging Wesley to release his straining member--
“Wesley!”
“Pardon?” Wesley blinked up with a flush on his cheeks, belatedly slamming his notebook closed.
“I *asked* if we were done, here, Mr. Too-many-names. A Slayer’s gotta study, you know. For *real* tests.” Buffy flounced off, leaving Wesley with a sigh and a sadly neglected erection of his own.
History - Darla/Drusilla, R, 150 wds.
Darla plucked at Dru’s nipple idly.
She watched her dizzy consort arch up playfully into the touch, smiling, but clearly waiting for the dripping wax and the heat of scraping nails over flesh. Always did like to play with fire, this one.
Even after Angel burnt her to hell.
Darla pushed her palm over the sheer chiffon of Dru’s nightgown before squeezing her breast, Dru’s giggle echoing in the quiet hotel room - they’d dined quite well with the other guests on their floor.
It wasn’t quite as fun teasing Dru without their two males to watch them and grow...excited.
But it was still fun, she thought, smirking as Dru’s hand sneaked delicately between ‘grandmother’s’ legs. Even after so many years, Dru still knew her place and knew how to tilt her neck and press it against Darla’s fangs, offering up Darla’s preferred way to lap, drink, and suckle from her.
Laws of the Sea - Aubrey/Maturin, G, 200 wds.
Jack was a careful observer. He knew how to look through fog and see sails hidden there. Knowing where to look often meant the difference between life and death in this floating watery limbo.
So he watched carefully, surreptitiously, as Stephen’s delicate fingers loosened the ties on his collar and exposed his long throat to the air when he’d been mellowed with a few swigs of wine. He watched the firm strokes as Stephen rubbed the rosin over his bow to keep it coaxing such sweet notes from his cello. He watched those strong forearms wave and chop, saw and circle as Stephen worked on his wounded.
They weren’t anything out of the ordinary, Jack thought, but his gut told him it might be nice to have those hands and arms closer, working so surely on him, showing him each sinew and freckle. He even considered the idea of actually touch the seemingly soft dusting of hair that always tempted Jack to brush his hand over Stephen’s arm when they finished playing.
After a time he realized he should look away. There was nothing to see looking at his trusted friend, his confidante. Nothing he could fight or capture anyway.
Peep Show - Stacy/Cuddy, R, 200 wds.
Music thudded softly in the car as she watched Cuddy getting dressed through the gauzy curtains and rain-streaked windows. They were supposed to have coffee, but the movement had caught Stacy’s eye and now... She felt like some perverted man, stalking Lisa.
But those curves, those breasts. Stacy shifted in her seat wondering if anyone had ever gotten an actual striptease out of this woman. Now that would be an expensive lap dance.
Nonetheless, Stacy stared transfixed, watching Lisa’s round curves get covered up in simple, sheer panties, silky-looking thigh highs (always so perfect-looking), and a pencil skirt that seemed to highlight every feature and disguise every flaw. Lisa really was gifted at that.
And then those breasts that Greg could never stop staring at. Now she saw why. Free of the provocative blouses and clinging sweaters Lisa looked serene, elegant. Smooth, no-frills. And Stacy got the feeling that those white, soft curves would fit perfectly in her palms. Christ, Stacy was wet just thinking about it.
When Lisa started doing her hair, Stacy finally shook herself and unbuckled her seatbelt to go knock.
The front door was already opening when Stacy raised a hand.
“Enjoy the show?”
Understudy - Faith/Cordy(/Willow), R, 250 wds.
Well. Looked like Cordelia really knew how to serve up revenge, Willow thought as she peered through the dingy motel window. She had only meant to come by to try and- and- talk to Faith or something, but... someone else had beat her to it. With a whole other set of intentions, it looked like.
The first girl Xander had- had- fucked her mind supplied haughtily. Well, it was totally the other way around, but still... There Cordelia was being wily and seductive and trying to get even with Xander but-Oo, oh, woah that was so not PG-13!
Willow couldn’t help staring as the undone ties from Cordelia’s halter top brushed along her thighs, her breasts bare, not just for Faith at the moment. And ohho, Faith, umm, well, it kinda looked like Faith swung both ways. Meep!
Which wasn’t really making anything any easier! Willow’s mouth gaped open partway, vaguely imagining what it must be like, taking Cordelia’s nipple into your mouth like that... Making her arch like that... and actually making Cordelia look like a human being. Woah.
Dampness. There was definitely some wet, dampness between her legs, and she wasn’t going to admit it just then, but... Wow. Left out again.
Stepping back slowly, fingers clinging to her sleeves, she wistfully watched the crescent-like curve of Faith’s - ass, came the taunting voice again - as she crawled on top of Cordelia, now spread out sultrily on the crummy bed.
Yeah. On the outside looking in. Like always.
Dream Date - Cordelia/Fred, G, 150 wds.
Cordy doodled idly on her desk blotter. Wow. Talk about an amazing date.
There had been dinner. Dancing. A cute corsage that didn’t like it should be pinned on her grandma. Even doors held open and chairs pulled out.
She’d felt like a real lady.
Funny how she never expected that to happen with Fred of all people. Angel, sure. Wesley definitely knew how to treat a girl. And Gunn probably had it in him, not to mention Lorne. If Lorne was even straight. Or if there was a ‘straight’ for demon-y other dimensional... thingies. But not the point!
Tiny, petite, totally gorgeous-but-neglected-haired Fred was giving Cordelia Chase fizzy feelings. Down there. As Fred might say. Heh. She was probably smiling like an even bigger dork by now.
Hopefully, she wasn’t going to become a dork too quickly. If she did, what would they have to look forward to?
Pushing the Envelope - Kate/Faith, NC-17, 350 wds.
Finally, somebody’d caught this strange girl. Kate had seen the BOLO for her only about a thousand times. Each time getting a tiny flutter in her gut. Which she’d assumed at the time was fear...
Kate had told the interview room recording tech to go get a cup of coffee, and now she was kinda glad she did. Didn’t need to have geek boy over there drooling. Not that there wasn’t a reason to be drooling. No, the girl was built.
And curvy.
Which she was utterly flaunting, of course. The perp was trying to get them distracted, clearly. Trying to get them to think she was- well, jerking off in a manner of speaking.
Kate huffed and sipped her own coffee behind the glass as Fa- the perp started really... Well, they should have cuffed her hands behind her back. There was definite rubbing. And if she looked under the table, Kate thought she could see a dark patch? Was the girl not wearing any underwear?
Definitely not wearing a bra, Kate could see that, Faith’s skin-tight top making her nipples pop right out at you. Pop right out at you and make you want to suck them, you mean?
Kate could feel her cheeks flush watching Faith buck up against the awkward angle of her hands. Definitely not fear. Manners told Kate to look away, brains told her not to fall into this girl’s scheme even from back here, but she couldn’t help touching the mirrored glass. Her thumb rubbed over Faith’s nipple from yards away, but to Kate it felt electric... and as if Faith could feel it too, she moaned, arching towards Kate’s hand.
Shaking herself and spilling her coffee simultaneously, Kate drew back. This town was really starting to do things to her. First tall, dark strangers that survived bullets, now she was getting enthralled by some--who knows what. What she did know was that she needed to get home and take a cold shower. And try not to think about Faith writhing against her own body the way she writhed in that chair.
Taking Notes - Wes/Giles, NC-17, 125 wds.
Their mouths met, rough, hungry, like beasts, like men. Mr. Giles Rupert groaned into Wesley’s mouth, making Wesley’s grab Mr. Rupert’s arse harder, pulling them together so tightly and swiftly that Rupert’s breath caught.
“Wesley,” Rupert rasped, as Wesley’s hand found the thick, heavy bulge waiting for him in Rupert’s trousers. He squeezed Rupert’s...cock and felt his own answer with a sudden and lusty jerk. “Wesley,” Rupert whimpered, begging Wesley to release his straining member--
“Wesley!”
“Pardon?” Wesley blinked up with a flush on his cheeks, belatedly slamming his notebook closed.
“I *asked* if we were done, here, Mr. Too-many-names. A Slayer’s gotta study, you know. For *real* tests.” Buffy flounced off, leaving Wesley with a sigh and a sadly neglected erection of his own.
History - Darla/Drusilla, R, 150 wds.
Darla plucked at Dru’s nipple idly.
She watched her dizzy consort arch up playfully into the touch, smiling, but clearly waiting for the dripping wax and the heat of scraping nails over flesh. Always did like to play with fire, this one.
Even after Angel burnt her to hell.
Darla pushed her palm over the sheer chiffon of Dru’s nightgown before squeezing her breast, Dru’s giggle echoing in the quiet hotel room - they’d dined quite well with the other guests on their floor.
It wasn’t quite as fun teasing Dru without their two males to watch them and grow...excited.
But it was still fun, she thought, smirking as Dru’s hand sneaked delicately between ‘grandmother’s’ legs. Even after so many years, Dru still knew her place and knew how to tilt her neck and press it against Darla’s fangs, offering up Darla’s preferred way to lap, drink, and suckle from her.
Laws of the Sea - Aubrey/Maturin, G, 200 wds.
Jack was a careful observer. He knew how to look through fog and see sails hidden there. Knowing where to look often meant the difference between life and death in this floating watery limbo.
So he watched carefully, surreptitiously, as Stephen’s delicate fingers loosened the ties on his collar and exposed his long throat to the air when he’d been mellowed with a few swigs of wine. He watched the firm strokes as Stephen rubbed the rosin over his bow to keep it coaxing such sweet notes from his cello. He watched those strong forearms wave and chop, saw and circle as Stephen worked on his wounded.
They weren’t anything out of the ordinary, Jack thought, but his gut told him it might be nice to have those hands and arms closer, working so surely on him, showing him each sinew and freckle. He even considered the idea of actually touch the seemingly soft dusting of hair that always tempted Jack to brush his hand over Stephen’s arm when they finished playing.
After a time he realized he should look away. There was nothing to see looking at his trusted friend, his confidante. Nothing he could fight or capture anyway.