Magic Cock, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, R
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Title: The Magic Cock
Pairing: Faith/Willow
Rating: R for language/theme
Word count: 441
Summary: Story #3 in the "I'm Pregnant" Series. Let's see...Willow and Faith...and a little magic perpetrated on a toy in the name of love....or something.
A/Ns & Warnings: Nothing explicit...just more pregnancy crack. Cause...dude! I'm obsessed. Oh, and talk of sex toys and lesbianism.
“Willow?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you do something with my leather pants?”
“Which ones?”
“The red ones.”
Faith turned and pointed to her waist. “They don’t fit.”
Willow looked up from her books. “No…didn’t you take them to the cleaners?”
“Fuck! I wanted to wear these tonight.”
Willow put down her research and sidled up to Faith, her fingers running up over her arm. “You could try the black ones…or that skirt…that black leather mini skirt…I like that skirt.” Her eyes lit up and Faith’s rolled.
“You and that skirt. It’s going to be cold.” Willow stood up on her toes and kissed Faith’s nose. “That doesn’t help.”
Willow frowned at her and ran a hand over the Slayer’s belly. As her hand slid off of the cotton of her tank top onto skin, Willow froze, her eyes getting wide.
Faith frowned. “I know that look. I don’t like that look.”
“Oh…and uh oh…” Willow moved away.
“Uh oh?”
“It’s okay, babe…I’m probably wrong.”
“Wrong? About what?”
Faith put her hands on her hips. “What Will?”
“How’s your stomach?” Willow asked, biting her lip and turning away. “You were pretty queasy this morning…and yesterday morning.”
“Better, once I ate…what are you getting at?”
Willow’s finger’s picked at one another as she turned back around. “And…um…when…you know? Your last…period?”
Faith’s eyes narrowed. “You aren’t suggesting that I’m pregnant, are you?”
“I-“
“Cause generally, having sex with pretty red head girls can’t get you pregnant.”
“But…when the pretty red head girl is a witch who enchanted the dildo to make it more realistic?”
Willow scrunched her shoulders and looked scared.
“Willow?” Faith took a step closer, her voice incredulous. “Did you do something?”
Willow took Faith’s hands and drew her to the bed…”I was worried…cause you were…and you used to be with boys and I wanted it to be good for you…remember…the night with the candles and the harness…and it was just a little spell…to make it…better.”
“Better.” Faith nodded, then shook her head. “Better?”
“I didn’t want you to leave me.”
Faith wanted to be angry, wanted to thrash and yell and freak out because pregnant was one thing she had never dreamed of being…but Willow’s pout melted her and she found herself kissing Willow, pulling on her lips. “Never going anywhere.”
Willow brightened. “Even if I screwed up and got you pregnant?”
Faith rolled her eyes. “If I am pregnant, and if you are responsible…then I’ll just have to find some way for you to make it up to me.” Faith kissed her again, pressing her back to the mattress. “And next time, I get to fuck you with the magic cock.”
Title: The Magic Cock
Pairing: Faith/Willow
Rating: R for language/theme
Word count: 441
Summary: Story #3 in the "I'm Pregnant" Series. Let's see...Willow and Faith...and a little magic perpetrated on a toy in the name of love....or something.
A/Ns & Warnings: Nothing explicit...just more pregnancy crack. Cause...dude! I'm obsessed. Oh, and talk of sex toys and lesbianism.
“Willow?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you do something with my leather pants?”
“Which ones?”
“The red ones.”
Faith turned and pointed to her waist. “They don’t fit.”
Willow looked up from her books. “No…didn’t you take them to the cleaners?”
“Fuck! I wanted to wear these tonight.”
Willow put down her research and sidled up to Faith, her fingers running up over her arm. “You could try the black ones…or that skirt…that black leather mini skirt…I like that skirt.” Her eyes lit up and Faith’s rolled.
“You and that skirt. It’s going to be cold.” Willow stood up on her toes and kissed Faith’s nose. “That doesn’t help.”
Willow frowned at her and ran a hand over the Slayer’s belly. As her hand slid off of the cotton of her tank top onto skin, Willow froze, her eyes getting wide.
Faith frowned. “I know that look. I don’t like that look.”
“Oh…and uh oh…” Willow moved away.
“Uh oh?”
“It’s okay, babe…I’m probably wrong.”
“Wrong? About what?”
Faith put her hands on her hips. “What Will?”
“How’s your stomach?” Willow asked, biting her lip and turning away. “You were pretty queasy this morning…and yesterday morning.”
“Better, once I ate…what are you getting at?”
Willow’s finger’s picked at one another as she turned back around. “And…um…when…you know? Your last…period?”
Faith’s eyes narrowed. “You aren’t suggesting that I’m pregnant, are you?”
“I-“
“Cause generally, having sex with pretty red head girls can’t get you pregnant.”
“But…when the pretty red head girl is a witch who enchanted the dildo to make it more realistic?”
Willow scrunched her shoulders and looked scared.
“Willow?” Faith took a step closer, her voice incredulous. “Did you do something?”
Willow took Faith’s hands and drew her to the bed…”I was worried…cause you were…and you used to be with boys and I wanted it to be good for you…remember…the night with the candles and the harness…and it was just a little spell…to make it…better.”
“Better.” Faith nodded, then shook her head. “Better?”
“I didn’t want you to leave me.”
Faith wanted to be angry, wanted to thrash and yell and freak out because pregnant was one thing she had never dreamed of being…but Willow’s pout melted her and she found herself kissing Willow, pulling on her lips. “Never going anywhere.”
Willow brightened. “Even if I screwed up and got you pregnant?”
Faith rolled her eyes. “If I am pregnant, and if you are responsible…then I’ll just have to find some way for you to make it up to me.” Faith kissed her again, pressing her back to the mattress. “And next time, I get to fuck you with the magic cock.”