FIC: "June" NC17 BtVS, Cordy/Buffy
Title: June
Author: Severusslave
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Cordelia Chase/Buffy Summers (BtVS)
Summary: Cordelia relaxed in her tub and remembered...
Words: 1930
Note A: For Pseudnik in the Get-Cordy-Laid Ficathon. The one request I picked had been: Cordy/Buffy, smut, S1 BtVS, Willow and Harmony but no Angel. At all.
Note B: No Willow, m'sorry. An AU which starts in S1 and smutty femmeslash out of a daydream, though. Enjoy!
It had been a wonderful, sunny, bright and on the wholesome comfortable day in June, 1997. Actually, she was lying. She didn't really remember the weather. It's been over 9 years since! And why is one supposed to remember the weather of important days anyway? Cordelia Chase thought it quite ridiculous, huffed and decided to add some more of those soap rose petals to her bath. The bathroom smelled pleasantly of ...lavender - Cordelia eyed the rose petals in their pretty plastic box mockingly - and the water's temperature was simply perfect.
Anyway, Cordelia thought, June. 1997. Buffy. Hmm. She remembered going to the public swimming hall because her father had their pool cleaned and Cordelia Chase wasn't a woman to slack off her training. No sir. Even if it meant going to a public swimming hall, spending much too much money on the entrance fee and swimming in the water together with other people. God knows what they did to it too!
She had been wearing her favourite swimming suit for the occasion. No hot, skimpy bikini because it was already dusk when she left her house to drive to the hall and because she planned on doing laps and not parading for horny, stupid teen aged boys.
With a rack as gorgeous as hers you also did not do sports in clothing that did not support your breasts. Even if it was just swimming.
So she had packed her favourite swimsuit (a classy black adidas suit which showed off her long legs) a matching swim caps and her customized goggles and had done one hundred laps freestyle.
Why am I thinking about my training schedule back in high school?
Cordelia raked her nails (stylishly painted with a cinnamon pearl polish) down her chest to the very tip of her nipples. She could just speed this up...
Buffy on all fours on her bed, facing the headboard, impatiently waiting for her. Not completely naked as instructed.
No.
There was so much other enjoyable scenarios to be remembered before that. Back to the swimming hall it is. There was still about an hour of bath tub time to be filled with lovely daydreams until she was all pruned up.
She had been finished with her training and had climbed up the ladder out of the pool. Her thighs were weak and her arms felt heavy. She preferred to do the crawl to breast stroking and after about a hundred laps her arms and shoulders were tired.
She had slung her huge, fluffy towel around herself and went to the locker in which she locked her shampoo. She took it out of the locker, put it on the ground next to her feet, shimmied out of her bath suit and took off her swim cap. She locked those and went to the shower room.
God, how she had adored that room. In fact it was the only thing better than what she got at home. A room full of shower heads along the walls. Old fashioned ones, so she could turn them on by twisting the knob to the left and they would stay that way instead of shutting down the hot water supply a mere minute later.
It did not take even two minutes for the room to be almost completely filled with steam. It was better than a sauna.
Cordelia had whistled tunelessly to herself as she walked over to the shower room. As she had neared the door she could see and hear that it was occupied, probably by one of the elderly women who preferred to swim their laps in piece and undisturbed. Cordelia had smiled. She liked showing off her body to those women. Simple pleasures.
But it hadn't been an elderly women in the room lathering her hair with shampoo that would smell of herbs, no, it had been a girl three months younger than her washing something green out of her blonde hair.
Cordelia had known for about three weeks then that the green stuff slowly running down the drain in the middle of the room in all probability wasn't shower gel. But some thing's intestines.
In hindsight, she thought that it was due to Buffy's grumpy muttering and the noisy water raining down from the two shower heads she had turned on that the young Slayer had not heard her coming in.
Buffy had jumped into a fighting stance immediately after Cordelia had acknowledged her by saying Buffy's name.
She had looked ridiculous. Vicious green slug-like demon parts had been still tangled in her hair as well as making their way to the drain (and it had looked like they changed to a kind of gelatinous form when treated with enough water). She had been naked and her clothes had lain next to her on the tiles in a wet clump of shreds.
Cordelia remembered that they had ...for a lack of a better word bitched at each other until they had left each other alone to conclude their separate showers.
Cordelia smirked and wiggled her toes in her bath water, splashing a bit of it over the rim of the tub. Buffy Summers, aged (oh my, how old were we then?) ...15 or 16, had been a formidable opponent for verbal spars. She thought that their argument might have been about the latest and hippest boy band, Harmony's opinion on them versus Cordelia's versus Buffy's, spa body products and bleaching one's hair but that was neither here nor there.
It all came back to this one favourite memory.
"I've always wanted to have such tits," Buffy Summers had said.
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Buffy remembers that Cordelia had looked incredibly flustered, had crossed her arms over her breasts (which pushed them up rather attractively) and had tried to divert Buffy from her breasts by pointing out that there still was some green thing left in her hair.
Cordelia remembers that she'd been incredibly turned on all of a sudden and had made a decision. A rash decision but one that she had never regretted in her life. She had presented her breasts to Buffy in the well-tried way that worked with all the boys (push them up that little bit more, look shy and fake blushing, while letting both stiffened nipples peak out) and had started a scheme that had let to Buffy coming over to Cordelia's corner in the room, making Cordelia look for and work out an imaginary demon part out of her hair - thus letting the Slayer have a really fantastic view of said 'tits'.
Cordelia did not believe that Buffy had been completely innocent to a woman's touch, not really, but she certainly had behaved that way. She had been flustered, embarrassed and nervous - and utterly comfortable with letting Cordelia guide her.
She let herself fall into the memory...
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The room was hot and humid and breathing was almost a difficulty. She had a slayer in her arms and couldn't really believe it. She had played with Buffy's right nipple, pinched it, asked the girl what was wrong with her set of breasts.
She did not think that she ever got an answer.
She boldly let her other hand wander from the blond, wet hair downwards. Trailed fingernails over overheated skin, tickled the navel and steadily followed the path that she'd laid until she spread apart labia lips with her index and ring finger to tease a wonderfully swollen clit with her middle finger. Buffy had gasped sharply and made an aborted attempt to ask her what-
What she was doing? What did she think she was doing? What did she think she was doing to Buffy?
She had not moved away though. Had not jerked and cussed and moved outside and away of Cordelia's embrace.
Cordelia had brought her to an unmerciful fast orgasm there in that room. She had not teased or tried to prolong the matter. She had only circled her finger around and over the clit under it. She had only pinched Buffy's nipples. She had relished in that sharp hiss of pleasure and the wobbly shaking of Buffy's knees.
She had let the slayer stammer two sentences of shocked wonder and denial and then shut her up with a kiss.
Cordelia could have taken Buffy's hand then and she could have place it where she had wanted it then. On her sex, in her. She could have make the young girl get her off. She did not.
What she did was kiss her hungrily, then slower, then almost chastely. What she did was look away, bite her lip afterwards and listen to Buffy's freaked out apologies.
Then she invited her home into her bed.
Cordelia watched Buffy's eyes widen and her jaw drop and went in for the kill. "Please say yes."
She'd gotten her slayer. She knew it.
She had been right, Buffy had mumbled something, fidged but in the end (20 full seconds later) told her yes.
Then there had been a hustle about clothes and shoes, since Buffy's were a hopelessly lost cause plus thoroughly wet, interrupted by swift and stolen kisses. They'd made their way outside of the building using the back-door and the hole in the fence that Buffy had used to enter it. Cordelia also believed that she's made it since the hole's edges were neatly folded backwards as to hurt no one.
They held hands on the trip to Chase Manor. Buffy's hand had lain over Cordelia's on the European style gear shift between them...
Cordelia splashed water away from her and fast forwarded her memory of the evening. Ginger Ale flavoured kisses. There had been Ginger Ale flavoured kisses shared on her balcony before both of them couldn't resist the urge for more any longer.
Buffy had shed Cordelia's borrowed clothes the moment they re-entered Cordelia's room and had dared her to do something. Cordelia had told her to wait on the bed till she had made sure that nobody was going to disturb them. On all fours.
Buffy had blushed but had complied. Cordelia had hurried to lock the door, but instead of hurrying back to the bed and the girl waiting for her on it she stood by the door and watched. Had told Buffy how beautiful she looked right then. But nothing could have kept her away as Buffy had hid her face inside the crook of her arm and presented that sweet behind of hers in an even better pose.
She had climbed onto the bed behind Buffy and had slowly trailed one fingernail down the cleft of the girl's ass. Buffy had gasped. Cordelia had flicked her clit. Buffy had shivered violently. Cordelia had sucked it into her mouth and carefully worried it. Buffy had groaned.
Cordelia had told her to lay down on her back now and had asked her if she knew what to sixty-nine meant. Buffy had only whimpered.
Cordelia pulled herself out of her memory. She thought she heard the front door.
"Hon?"
She had heard the front door. "In here!" she yelled.
"Bathroom?"
"Yes."
"Let in some more hot water, I'll join you soon."
She did. As her lover joined her inside the tub a few minutes later she surprised her by not letting her settle properly inside the tub but guiding her to kneel in front of her. As she licked her way up to Buffy's crotch she was asked what had gotten her that worked up.
"Please say yes."
Buffy gasped in pleasure and said, "Yes."
Author: Severusslave
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Cordelia Chase/Buffy Summers (BtVS)
Summary: Cordelia relaxed in her tub and remembered...
Words: 1930
Note A: For Pseudnik in the Get-Cordy-Laid Ficathon. The one request I picked had been: Cordy/Buffy, smut, S1 BtVS, Willow and Harmony but no Angel. At all.
Note B: No Willow, m'sorry. An AU which starts in S1 and smutty femmeslash out of a daydream, though. Enjoy!
It had been a wonderful, sunny, bright and on the wholesome comfortable day in June, 1997. Actually, she was lying. She didn't really remember the weather. It's been over 9 years since! And why is one supposed to remember the weather of important days anyway? Cordelia Chase thought it quite ridiculous, huffed and decided to add some more of those soap rose petals to her bath. The bathroom smelled pleasantly of ...lavender - Cordelia eyed the rose petals in their pretty plastic box mockingly - and the water's temperature was simply perfect.
Anyway, Cordelia thought, June. 1997. Buffy. Hmm. She remembered going to the public swimming hall because her father had their pool cleaned and Cordelia Chase wasn't a woman to slack off her training. No sir. Even if it meant going to a public swimming hall, spending much too much money on the entrance fee and swimming in the water together with other people. God knows what they did to it too!
She had been wearing her favourite swimming suit for the occasion. No hot, skimpy bikini because it was already dusk when she left her house to drive to the hall and because she planned on doing laps and not parading for horny, stupid teen aged boys.
With a rack as gorgeous as hers you also did not do sports in clothing that did not support your breasts. Even if it was just swimming.
So she had packed her favourite swimsuit (a classy black adidas suit which showed off her long legs) a matching swim caps and her customized goggles and had done one hundred laps freestyle.
Why am I thinking about my training schedule back in high school?
Cordelia raked her nails (stylishly painted with a cinnamon pearl polish) down her chest to the very tip of her nipples. She could just speed this up...
Buffy on all fours on her bed, facing the headboard, impatiently waiting for her. Not completely naked as instructed.
No.
There was so much other enjoyable scenarios to be remembered before that. Back to the swimming hall it is. There was still about an hour of bath tub time to be filled with lovely daydreams until she was all pruned up.
She had been finished with her training and had climbed up the ladder out of the pool. Her thighs were weak and her arms felt heavy. She preferred to do the crawl to breast stroking and after about a hundred laps her arms and shoulders were tired.
She had slung her huge, fluffy towel around herself and went to the locker in which she locked her shampoo. She took it out of the locker, put it on the ground next to her feet, shimmied out of her bath suit and took off her swim cap. She locked those and went to the shower room.
God, how she had adored that room. In fact it was the only thing better than what she got at home. A room full of shower heads along the walls. Old fashioned ones, so she could turn them on by twisting the knob to the left and they would stay that way instead of shutting down the hot water supply a mere minute later.
It did not take even two minutes for the room to be almost completely filled with steam. It was better than a sauna.
Cordelia had whistled tunelessly to herself as she walked over to the shower room. As she had neared the door she could see and hear that it was occupied, probably by one of the elderly women who preferred to swim their laps in piece and undisturbed. Cordelia had smiled. She liked showing off her body to those women. Simple pleasures.
But it hadn't been an elderly women in the room lathering her hair with shampoo that would smell of herbs, no, it had been a girl three months younger than her washing something green out of her blonde hair.
Cordelia had known for about three weeks then that the green stuff slowly running down the drain in the middle of the room in all probability wasn't shower gel. But some thing's intestines.
In hindsight, she thought that it was due to Buffy's grumpy muttering and the noisy water raining down from the two shower heads she had turned on that the young Slayer had not heard her coming in.
Buffy had jumped into a fighting stance immediately after Cordelia had acknowledged her by saying Buffy's name.
She had looked ridiculous. Vicious green slug-like demon parts had been still tangled in her hair as well as making their way to the drain (and it had looked like they changed to a kind of gelatinous form when treated with enough water). She had been naked and her clothes had lain next to her on the tiles in a wet clump of shreds.
Cordelia remembered that they had ...for a lack of a better word bitched at each other until they had left each other alone to conclude their separate showers.
Cordelia smirked and wiggled her toes in her bath water, splashing a bit of it over the rim of the tub. Buffy Summers, aged (oh my, how old were we then?) ...15 or 16, had been a formidable opponent for verbal spars. She thought that their argument might have been about the latest and hippest boy band, Harmony's opinion on them versus Cordelia's versus Buffy's, spa body products and bleaching one's hair but that was neither here nor there.
It all came back to this one favourite memory.
"I've always wanted to have such tits," Buffy Summers had said.
+++
Buffy remembers that Cordelia had looked incredibly flustered, had crossed her arms over her breasts (which pushed them up rather attractively) and had tried to divert Buffy from her breasts by pointing out that there still was some green thing left in her hair.
Cordelia remembers that she'd been incredibly turned on all of a sudden and had made a decision. A rash decision but one that she had never regretted in her life. She had presented her breasts to Buffy in the well-tried way that worked with all the boys (push them up that little bit more, look shy and fake blushing, while letting both stiffened nipples peak out) and had started a scheme that had let to Buffy coming over to Cordelia's corner in the room, making Cordelia look for and work out an imaginary demon part out of her hair - thus letting the Slayer have a really fantastic view of said 'tits'.
Cordelia did not believe that Buffy had been completely innocent to a woman's touch, not really, but she certainly had behaved that way. She had been flustered, embarrassed and nervous - and utterly comfortable with letting Cordelia guide her.
She let herself fall into the memory...
+++
The room was hot and humid and breathing was almost a difficulty. She had a slayer in her arms and couldn't really believe it. She had played with Buffy's right nipple, pinched it, asked the girl what was wrong with her set of breasts.
She did not think that she ever got an answer.
She boldly let her other hand wander from the blond, wet hair downwards. Trailed fingernails over overheated skin, tickled the navel and steadily followed the path that she'd laid until she spread apart labia lips with her index and ring finger to tease a wonderfully swollen clit with her middle finger. Buffy had gasped sharply and made an aborted attempt to ask her what-
What she was doing? What did she think she was doing? What did she think she was doing to Buffy?
She had not moved away though. Had not jerked and cussed and moved outside and away of Cordelia's embrace.
Cordelia had brought her to an unmerciful fast orgasm there in that room. She had not teased or tried to prolong the matter. She had only circled her finger around and over the clit under it. She had only pinched Buffy's nipples. She had relished in that sharp hiss of pleasure and the wobbly shaking of Buffy's knees.
She had let the slayer stammer two sentences of shocked wonder and denial and then shut her up with a kiss.
Cordelia could have taken Buffy's hand then and she could have place it where she had wanted it then. On her sex, in her. She could have make the young girl get her off. She did not.
What she did was kiss her hungrily, then slower, then almost chastely. What she did was look away, bite her lip afterwards and listen to Buffy's freaked out apologies.
Then she invited her home into her bed.
Cordelia watched Buffy's eyes widen and her jaw drop and went in for the kill. "Please say yes."
She'd gotten her slayer. She knew it.
She had been right, Buffy had mumbled something, fidged but in the end (20 full seconds later) told her yes.
Then there had been a hustle about clothes and shoes, since Buffy's were a hopelessly lost cause plus thoroughly wet, interrupted by swift and stolen kisses. They'd made their way outside of the building using the back-door and the hole in the fence that Buffy had used to enter it. Cordelia also believed that she's made it since the hole's edges were neatly folded backwards as to hurt no one.
They held hands on the trip to Chase Manor. Buffy's hand had lain over Cordelia's on the European style gear shift between them...
Cordelia splashed water away from her and fast forwarded her memory of the evening. Ginger Ale flavoured kisses. There had been Ginger Ale flavoured kisses shared on her balcony before both of them couldn't resist the urge for more any longer.
Buffy had shed Cordelia's borrowed clothes the moment they re-entered Cordelia's room and had dared her to do something. Cordelia had told her to wait on the bed till she had made sure that nobody was going to disturb them. On all fours.
Buffy had blushed but had complied. Cordelia had hurried to lock the door, but instead of hurrying back to the bed and the girl waiting for her on it she stood by the door and watched. Had told Buffy how beautiful she looked right then. But nothing could have kept her away as Buffy had hid her face inside the crook of her arm and presented that sweet behind of hers in an even better pose.
She had climbed onto the bed behind Buffy and had slowly trailed one fingernail down the cleft of the girl's ass. Buffy had gasped. Cordelia had flicked her clit. Buffy had shivered violently. Cordelia had sucked it into her mouth and carefully worried it. Buffy had groaned.
Cordelia had told her to lay down on her back now and had asked her if she knew what to sixty-nine meant. Buffy had only whimpered.
Cordelia pulled herself out of her memory. She thought she heard the front door.
"Hon?"
She had heard the front door. "In here!" she yelled.
"Bathroom?"
"Yes."
"Let in some more hot water, I'll join you soon."
She did. As her lover joined her inside the tub a few minutes later she surprised her by not letting her settle properly inside the tub but guiding her to kneel in front of her. As she licked her way up to Buffy's crotch she was asked what had gotten her that worked up.
"Please say yes."
Buffy gasped in pleasure and said, "Yes."