Fortune’s Fool Part 3 - BtVS/SPN - R - Faith/Dean
Title:Fortune’s Fool - Part 3
Rating: R overall
Fandoms: BtVS/SPN
Disclaimer: Certainly not mine. Just playing with other people’s toys.
Characters: Faith/Dean, Sam, Anya (and leaning towards Sam/Anya by the end)
Summary:
Notes: Written for spn_Btvs Fortune Cookie Mini-challenge. Each part starts with the fortune inspiration.
Title: Worth Your While
Rating: R
Word Count: 523
Characters: Faith/Dean
Fortune: You will have a very pleasant experience...in bed.
Dean threw his bag on the bed. “How is she not evil? Were you listening? Pustules, worm monsters - Faith, she made some guy’s dick explode!”
Faith flopped down on their bed and wrestled her boots off. “Yeah, but Anya didn’t chose any of those things. She just granted the wishes. Any evil was purely on the side of the wishee.”
He was really not okay with that dick exploding bit. “I guess…”
“She’s a friend - did plenty of fighting on the side of good. I know you’re not happy about this, but I did promise to make it worth your while.” Faith smiled and knelt on the bed, pulling him over and slipping her hands beneath his shirt. “It’s just not all gals are as understanding as me. Remember that bartender in Tulsa?”
Did he ever. Faith made it clear early on that she didn’t care if he fucked other girls - she just wanted to know about it in advance. When a buxom redheaded bartender had started chatting him up, slipping him free drinks and giving him an eyeful of her two massive perky assets, he’d looked to Faith for the go-ahead.
He hadn’t noticed that the bartender had been flirting just as heavily with Faith and even if he had, he wasn’t expecting Faith to lean over the bar and suggest a little three-way fun in that husky, ‘wanna play?’ voice.
Sure as hell hadn’t expected Maggie, the barkeep, to grin and slip the offered motel key into her pocket with a wink. That had been a night for the record books and he was hard just remembering the ideas the girls had cooked up.
Faith’s hand slid into Dean’s pants and she laughed. “Yeah, I’d say you remember. You know, I think that girl at the front desk was giving you the eye. Wanna…”
Dean tackled her with a growl. “I’d rather test how soundproof these walls really are.”
Faith laughed and swatted at him as he pulled at her shirt. “Naughty boy. Sam’s right next door and Anya’s on the other side. Of course, Anya would probably get off on listening. Obviously it’s been a while and I don’t think Sam was getting her hints.”
”That’s kinda hot.” Dean chuckled. “And Sam was getting them. He was just playing dumb, which considering Anya is really dumb - even for him. I mean, she’s got some nice curves and all those blonde curls. Wonder if the rug matches the drapes?”
Faith wiggled impatiently and tugged at his belt. “Focus, Winchester! Willing impatient hottie right here. Back to work!”
Dean grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
It was a little distracting - Sam banging on the wall from one side and Anya’s loud encouragements from the other - but Faith lived up to her word and certainly made putting up with her friend worth his while. Totally exhausted and drained worth his while.
All he wanted was sleep and he was just getting there when Faith rolled over and gave him a sleepy grin. She nuzzled into her pillow and mumbled, “You know, if you want, we can ask Anya tomorrow…”
And suddenly he was wide awake again.
End.
**Next Part**
Rating: R overall
Fandoms: BtVS/SPN
Disclaimer: Certainly not mine. Just playing with other people’s toys.
Characters: Faith/Dean, Sam, Anya (and leaning towards Sam/Anya by the end)
Summary:
Notes: Written for spn_Btvs Fortune Cookie Mini-challenge. Each part starts with the fortune inspiration.
Title: Worth Your While
Rating: R
Word Count: 523
Characters: Faith/Dean
Fortune: You will have a very pleasant experience...in bed.
Dean threw his bag on the bed. “How is she not evil? Were you listening? Pustules, worm monsters - Faith, she made some guy’s dick explode!”
Faith flopped down on their bed and wrestled her boots off. “Yeah, but Anya didn’t chose any of those things. She just granted the wishes. Any evil was purely on the side of the wishee.”
He was really not okay with that dick exploding bit. “I guess…”
“She’s a friend - did plenty of fighting on the side of good. I know you’re not happy about this, but I did promise to make it worth your while.” Faith smiled and knelt on the bed, pulling him over and slipping her hands beneath his shirt. “It’s just not all gals are as understanding as me. Remember that bartender in Tulsa?”
Did he ever. Faith made it clear early on that she didn’t care if he fucked other girls - she just wanted to know about it in advance. When a buxom redheaded bartender had started chatting him up, slipping him free drinks and giving him an eyeful of her two massive perky assets, he’d looked to Faith for the go-ahead.
He hadn’t noticed that the bartender had been flirting just as heavily with Faith and even if he had, he wasn’t expecting Faith to lean over the bar and suggest a little three-way fun in that husky, ‘wanna play?’ voice.
Sure as hell hadn’t expected Maggie, the barkeep, to grin and slip the offered motel key into her pocket with a wink. That had been a night for the record books and he was hard just remembering the ideas the girls had cooked up.
Faith’s hand slid into Dean’s pants and she laughed. “Yeah, I’d say you remember. You know, I think that girl at the front desk was giving you the eye. Wanna…”
Dean tackled her with a growl. “I’d rather test how soundproof these walls really are.”
Faith laughed and swatted at him as he pulled at her shirt. “Naughty boy. Sam’s right next door and Anya’s on the other side. Of course, Anya would probably get off on listening. Obviously it’s been a while and I don’t think Sam was getting her hints.”
”That’s kinda hot.” Dean chuckled. “And Sam was getting them. He was just playing dumb, which considering Anya is really dumb - even for him. I mean, she’s got some nice curves and all those blonde curls. Wonder if the rug matches the drapes?”
Faith wiggled impatiently and tugged at his belt. “Focus, Winchester! Willing impatient hottie right here. Back to work!”
Dean grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
It was a little distracting - Sam banging on the wall from one side and Anya’s loud encouragements from the other - but Faith lived up to her word and certainly made putting up with her friend worth his while. Totally exhausted and drained worth his while.
All he wanted was sleep and he was just getting there when Faith rolled over and gave him a sleepy grin. She nuzzled into her pillow and mumbled, “You know, if you want, we can ask Anya tomorrow…”
And suddenly he was wide awake again.
End.
**Next Part**