For Jenna-wee
Her BadSmutfuc Challenge was: Power_play threesome. Spike/Faith/Xander. Stereotypical with Xander and Spike bitching, and Faith acting like a ho-bag. Must have the 'pop like warm champagne' line.
Well here it is sweetie, served up for my Faithy.
"Give it here you right bloody pilllock! Its time for Passions, monkey boy!" Growled Spike as he reched for the remote. Xnader danced backwards clucthing the remote to his chest and fell over the armrest of the lay-z-boy chair he'd just bought iwth all the money Anya his dead ex-demon-ex-honey had left him. He went down with a crash, knocking over the bowl of cheetos, and a plate of hot pockets he;d been gorging on as he'd watched Jerry Springer.
"Damn you to hades and back, you bleached blonde morron!" Xander swore as he picked himself of the floor. "Passions is stupid, and hello I was watching Jerr, so there."
Spike moved ever closer and his nostrils flared, and there was a glint in his cerealean blue orbs.
"Bollox. I'm warning you, fish fingers. Hand it over or esle I'll make you sorry." He looked menacing and Xnader brushed himself off with fear, but got into Spike's face stubbornly too.
"Back off, Captian Peroxide! I'm the king of the remote. Its my turn. Fiath said so." Xander shot back. Speaking of, Faith busted through the door of ther apartment. She was all hot and sweaty from working at the bar. "Faiiith! Tell Spike I'm the keepr of the remote tonight!" Xander whined, grabbing his stubbie and gulping the beer down.
"Faaitth! Tell Xander he's a bloody idiot who smells of melted cheese, and cant hold his sodden liquor!" Spike begged soon after.
Faith rolled her eyes beligerently, and stripped off her tank top, so she was only clad in a sports bra and her hot leather pants.
"Hey, I'm all hot and sticky, and I need to cool off wicked bad. So shut the fuck up, yo. Or else I'm gonna cap both of your asses." she grabbed one of the beers that was left and started to press the bottle to her face, neck and bare midrif.
Spike licked his lips like a predator as he watched her actions. And Xander crushed the hotpocket he was holding and yelped.
"Owwwwww! Hot! Hot!" He cried, going into another silly dance of flailing limbs.
"I'd second that." Purred Spike his eyes on Faith, and his fight with Xnader forgotten as he took in Faith's hotness. Not to be out done Xander came closer to Faith and gestured to the ceiling. "I could put the fan on...oh darn its broken, But I could fix it, because I'm Mr Fixit! Yeah...tools. Just need to get my tools."
Spike snorted and moved closer. "You need a cool shower, pet? I could turn the shower on..."
Faith gave an slutty grin and rolled her hips suggestively, eyeing both Xander and Spike wiht wanton lust and abandonment. "The only tool I want is in your pants, Xnader. And don't need a shower, Spike, I'm already fuckin' turned on. I'm a livewire. Touch me and I'll burn you alive."
Both Xander and Spike nearly blew their wads right then and there. But they kept it in, and came to stand on either side of her. Spike leaned in to playfully nip at her neck, and Xander caressed one of her ample bosoms.
"Ah my boys, I'm gonna pop you both like fuckin' warm champagne, and have you screamin' for more. Beggin' me to hurt you just the way you like it. I'm a fuckin' firecracker, and you're gonna get one hell of a 4th of July."
They each took turns at kissing her full juicy lips, and she wriggled her taut body against their manly ones. Then by accident, Spike and Xander's lips met. They didn't stop though. and tounges and teeth clashed in a savage male kiss.
"Damn, I gotta say. This is better than fuckin' cable pron." Faith chuckled with delight, and led her two roomies into the bedroom by their wastebands. "Three's company...gotta fuckin'love it."
Well here it is sweetie, served up for my Faithy.
"Give it here you right bloody pilllock! Its time for Passions, monkey boy!" Growled Spike as he reched for the remote. Xnader danced backwards clucthing the remote to his chest and fell over the armrest of the lay-z-boy chair he'd just bought iwth all the money Anya his dead ex-demon-ex-honey had left him. He went down with a crash, knocking over the bowl of cheetos, and a plate of hot pockets he;d been gorging on as he'd watched Jerry Springer.
"Damn you to hades and back, you bleached blonde morron!" Xander swore as he picked himself of the floor. "Passions is stupid, and hello I was watching Jerr, so there."
Spike moved ever closer and his nostrils flared, and there was a glint in his cerealean blue orbs.
"Bollox. I'm warning you, fish fingers. Hand it over or esle I'll make you sorry." He looked menacing and Xnader brushed himself off with fear, but got into Spike's face stubbornly too.
"Back off, Captian Peroxide! I'm the king of the remote. Its my turn. Fiath said so." Xander shot back. Speaking of, Faith busted through the door of ther apartment. She was all hot and sweaty from working at the bar. "Faiiith! Tell Spike I'm the keepr of the remote tonight!" Xander whined, grabbing his stubbie and gulping the beer down.
"Faaitth! Tell Xander he's a bloody idiot who smells of melted cheese, and cant hold his sodden liquor!" Spike begged soon after.
Faith rolled her eyes beligerently, and stripped off her tank top, so she was only clad in a sports bra and her hot leather pants.
"Hey, I'm all hot and sticky, and I need to cool off wicked bad. So shut the fuck up, yo. Or else I'm gonna cap both of your asses." she grabbed one of the beers that was left and started to press the bottle to her face, neck and bare midrif.
Spike licked his lips like a predator as he watched her actions. And Xander crushed the hotpocket he was holding and yelped.
"Owwwwww! Hot! Hot!" He cried, going into another silly dance of flailing limbs.
"I'd second that." Purred Spike his eyes on Faith, and his fight with Xnader forgotten as he took in Faith's hotness. Not to be out done Xander came closer to Faith and gestured to the ceiling. "I could put the fan on...oh darn its broken, But I could fix it, because I'm Mr Fixit! Yeah...tools. Just need to get my tools."
Spike snorted and moved closer. "You need a cool shower, pet? I could turn the shower on..."
Faith gave an slutty grin and rolled her hips suggestively, eyeing both Xander and Spike wiht wanton lust and abandonment. "The only tool I want is in your pants, Xnader. And don't need a shower, Spike, I'm already fuckin' turned on. I'm a livewire. Touch me and I'll burn you alive."
Both Xander and Spike nearly blew their wads right then and there. But they kept it in, and came to stand on either side of her. Spike leaned in to playfully nip at her neck, and Xander caressed one of her ample bosoms.
"Ah my boys, I'm gonna pop you both like fuckin' warm champagne, and have you screamin' for more. Beggin' me to hurt you just the way you like it. I'm a fuckin' firecracker, and you're gonna get one hell of a 4th of July."
They each took turns at kissing her full juicy lips, and she wriggled her taut body against their manly ones. Then by accident, Spike and Xander's lips met. They didn't stop though. and tounges and teeth clashed in a savage male kiss.
"Damn, I gotta say. This is better than fuckin' cable pron." Faith chuckled with delight, and led her two roomies into the bedroom by their wastebands. "Three's company...gotta fuckin'love it."