Fic/Fanart for Femslash February: TGIS (Thank God It's Sunday)
Title TGIS (Thank God It's Sunday)
Author xlivvielockex
Rating PG-13
Word Count 565
Characters/Pairing (if any) Buffy/Cordy
WARNING: AU
A/N: Buffy and Cordy are soccer moms by day, contract killers by night. Not beta'ed. There is also a large fanart that accompanies this so please click for larger.
“You’ve got carpool on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday this week.”
Buffy pushed the cold scrambled eggs around her plate. Sunday mornings were quickly becoming routine and tedious. Is this what all those jokes about marriage and lesbian bed death mean? She was already bored of Cordy’s rather unique calendar system for their lives and they were only up to E. Cordy had explained a million times that carpool duties went under E because they used the Escalade for carpool days but Buffy was more interested at the end of the alphabet. When they finally got to Z that is when it got interesting.
“And Joyce’s ballet class was cancelled this week so I’m going to pick her up after school and take her to David’s karate class.”
Buffy perked up. After school activities meant that they were up to S already. S for social. She was almost giddy as Cordy rattled off the grocery list and the reminder that they needed to call Xander over to fix the dripping faucet in the girl’s bathroom. X! That meant that…
“So I downloaded our assignments. We’ve got an arms trafficker or the kingpin of a child sex ring?” Cordy held the two folders containing information, passports, and airline tickets, one in each hand. She’d chosen last time and Buffy got so irritable if she didn’t get to pick first.
“Arms trafficker!” Buffy snatched the file from Cordy’s hand as soon as she lifted it and opened it, thumbing through the paperwork. Arms trafficker meant heavy artillery to use. Maybe even getting to put on a disguise. She loved those kind of assignments.
“Guess that leaves child sex ring kingpin to me. Again. I swear, I miss the days of the quick and dirty assassinations. Now its sixteen hour flights to some dusty armpit to spend all day sweating my ass off and then I have to clean up cause the authorities are on the take!”
Getting up from the table, Cordy grabbed the coffee cup and Buffy’s uneaten plate of eggs, carrying them both to the sink. One of the perks of the job was being able to afford a live in maid to take care of the little things. When she turned, there was a perky blonde there, smile plastered across her face. Cordy found herself pushed back against the sink as Buffy threw her arms around her.
“You’re the best wife ever. I know you would rather have the arms dealer but you let me pick first!”
“Trust me, it was your turn or I would have snatched that arms dealer so…”
Cordy was cut off as Buffy crushed her lips against hers. Wrapping her arms around the other woman, she pulled her in closer. Buffy’s head tilted slightly, deepening the kiss between them, her tongue exploring the same well worn areas she had been over a hundred times in their decade long marriage.
Reluctantly, the need for air outweighed the need to keep her lips against Buffy’s and Cordy broke the kiss to look into her wife’s eyes.
“So what time does your flight leave?” Cordy asked, a mischievous smirk coming across her bruised lips.
“Oh, we’ve got plenty time for what I’ve got planned.” Buffy said, taking her wife’s hand, and pulling her away from the sink.
This Sunday, Buffy was going to make sure it was anything but routine and tedious!
Author xlivvielockex
Rating PG-13
Word Count 565
Characters/Pairing (if any) Buffy/Cordy
WARNING: AU
A/N: Buffy and Cordy are soccer moms by day, contract killers by night. Not beta'ed. There is also a large fanart that accompanies this so please click for larger.
“You’ve got carpool on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday this week.”
Buffy pushed the cold scrambled eggs around her plate. Sunday mornings were quickly becoming routine and tedious. Is this what all those jokes about marriage and lesbian bed death mean? She was already bored of Cordy’s rather unique calendar system for their lives and they were only up to E. Cordy had explained a million times that carpool duties went under E because they used the Escalade for carpool days but Buffy was more interested at the end of the alphabet. When they finally got to Z that is when it got interesting.
“And Joyce’s ballet class was cancelled this week so I’m going to pick her up after school and take her to David’s karate class.”
Buffy perked up. After school activities meant that they were up to S already. S for social. She was almost giddy as Cordy rattled off the grocery list and the reminder that they needed to call Xander over to fix the dripping faucet in the girl’s bathroom. X! That meant that…
“So I downloaded our assignments. We’ve got an arms trafficker or the kingpin of a child sex ring?” Cordy held the two folders containing information, passports, and airline tickets, one in each hand. She’d chosen last time and Buffy got so irritable if she didn’t get to pick first.
“Arms trafficker!” Buffy snatched the file from Cordy’s hand as soon as she lifted it and opened it, thumbing through the paperwork. Arms trafficker meant heavy artillery to use. Maybe even getting to put on a disguise. She loved those kind of assignments.
“Guess that leaves child sex ring kingpin to me. Again. I swear, I miss the days of the quick and dirty assassinations. Now its sixteen hour flights to some dusty armpit to spend all day sweating my ass off and then I have to clean up cause the authorities are on the take!”
Getting up from the table, Cordy grabbed the coffee cup and Buffy’s uneaten plate of eggs, carrying them both to the sink. One of the perks of the job was being able to afford a live in maid to take care of the little things. When she turned, there was a perky blonde there, smile plastered across her face. Cordy found herself pushed back against the sink as Buffy threw her arms around her.
“You’re the best wife ever. I know you would rather have the arms dealer but you let me pick first!”
“Trust me, it was your turn or I would have snatched that arms dealer so…”
Cordy was cut off as Buffy crushed her lips against hers. Wrapping her arms around the other woman, she pulled her in closer. Buffy’s head tilted slightly, deepening the kiss between them, her tongue exploring the same well worn areas she had been over a hundred times in their decade long marriage.
Reluctantly, the need for air outweighed the need to keep her lips against Buffy’s and Cordy broke the kiss to look into her wife’s eyes.
“So what time does your flight leave?” Cordy asked, a mischievous smirk coming across her bruised lips.
“Oh, we’ve got plenty time for what I’ve got planned.” Buffy said, taking her wife’s hand, and pulling her away from the sink.
This Sunday, Buffy was going to make sure it was anything but routine and tedious!
