FIC: A Cinnamon Girl, 9/? (Buffy/Satsu)
Title: A Cinnamon Girl, 9/?
Author: Pat Kelly
Pairing: Buffy/Satsu
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 531
Summary: A slayer in love with another, who she knows needs a lot of it.
Spoilers: Up through S8, "Episode 7, Part 1" (a.k.a, issue 16).
Disclaimer: Joss and FOX and DarkHorse. All is yours.
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“...*of the worrrrld!*” Buffy bellowed to the city of New York as she stood out the limo’s sun roof on the way to Vi’s squad, awe-inspired.
But she wasn’t so far out that she couldn’t hear her ring tone. Reel Big Fish’s, “Good Thing,” to be exact. “Ooh, phone!”
Much like a turtle, she ducked back into the limo’s protective shell, sat back down on the seat opposite Willow and Kennedy, and hurriedly answered her cell.
“Hey, Girlfriend’s Voice. How was dinner? Didn’t eat any Fugu, did you? ‘Cause I checked, and s’ poisonous. The Internet said.”
“That her?” Kennedy whispered to her redhead.
Willow nodded. “She called her from the plane. Five times. I don’t think she knew about air phones costing extra.”
Kennedy shook her head, ridding it of any remaining disbelief. “Thought you were pulling my leg. But wow, here I am, seeing it.”
“Took a while for my eyes, too.” The witch had been there, and as they looked across at her friend now, she was not envious.
Because she had a girlfriend she didn’t not love. What demon snake lady goddess?
“But they’re, um, good together,” she admitted. “If Tokyo had ears? Probably they’d still be ringing.”
Yes, even a week later.
Her slayer was unimpressed. “Whatever. We’d make it go deaf.” She picked up her girlfriend’s hand and kissed the knuckles. “Right, baby?”
Her cocky exterior broke for a second, and she almost seemed afraid of the answer.
“Huh? Oh, y-yep. Sure would,” Willow replied, and oh no, that smile wasn’t guilty at all. “But we’d have to at least buy people those tiny whiteboards, or I’d feel bad--trust me, they come in handy.”
Awkward pause for her best friend’s unrelated laugh and, “It’s just, Buffy’s so new, you know? At the woman-lovin’. Kinda unfair that they’re that good together already. I mean, it is, right?”
“After your thing tonight, wanna show her how good *we* are together?” Kennedy’s cockiness was back, and Willow was alarmed. “Through the wall, Red.”
“My thing? Who-who said it was my thing? ‘Cause, uh, totally its own thing. Nope, not mine.”
You couldn’t actually claim ownership of a temporal event.
“All I know is where it’s vooshing. And really, it might even make a totally different sound.” Willow then quickly added, “But I know ’cause of research. Th-that I did. By myself.”
Pulling her hand free of her girlfriend's, she shook it rapidly, then sucked her thumb. “Midnight oil burns. Yeouch.”
Kennedy smiled weakly at her, and for a couple minutes, they both just went back to listening to Buffy act all cute with Satsu. She didn't miss that her question went ignored.
“There’s a whole month still,” the redhead then commented. “They’ve gotta learn pacing, and how to. Like we have. We can go days without talking any.”
The brunette faced the window. “Yeah. We’ve got it down.”
How long before they were there?
Buffy was completely oblivious to the subtextual, relationship woes happening across from her. “No, m’ doing good. Better. I promise. And New York is *great*. I saw the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, and like, five different, ‘Original Ray’s’ pizza places...”
Author: Pat Kelly
Pairing: Buffy/Satsu
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 531
Summary: A slayer in love with another, who she knows needs a lot of it.
Spoilers: Up through S8, "Episode 7, Part 1" (a.k.a, issue 16).
Disclaimer: Joss and FOX and DarkHorse. All is yours.
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“...*of the worrrrld!*” Buffy bellowed to the city of New York as she stood out the limo’s sun roof on the way to Vi’s squad, awe-inspired.
But she wasn’t so far out that she couldn’t hear her ring tone. Reel Big Fish’s, “Good Thing,” to be exact. “Ooh, phone!”
Much like a turtle, she ducked back into the limo’s protective shell, sat back down on the seat opposite Willow and Kennedy, and hurriedly answered her cell.
“Hey, Girlfriend’s Voice. How was dinner? Didn’t eat any Fugu, did you? ‘Cause I checked, and s’ poisonous. The Internet said.”
“That her?” Kennedy whispered to her redhead.
Willow nodded. “She called her from the plane. Five times. I don’t think she knew about air phones costing extra.”
Kennedy shook her head, ridding it of any remaining disbelief. “Thought you were pulling my leg. But wow, here I am, seeing it.”
“Took a while for my eyes, too.” The witch had been there, and as they looked across at her friend now, she was not envious.
Because she had a girlfriend she didn’t not love. What demon snake lady goddess?
“But they’re, um, good together,” she admitted. “If Tokyo had ears? Probably they’d still be ringing.”
Yes, even a week later.
Her slayer was unimpressed. “Whatever. We’d make it go deaf.” She picked up her girlfriend’s hand and kissed the knuckles. “Right, baby?”
Her cocky exterior broke for a second, and she almost seemed afraid of the answer.
“Huh? Oh, y-yep. Sure would,” Willow replied, and oh no, that smile wasn’t guilty at all. “But we’d have to at least buy people those tiny whiteboards, or I’d feel bad--trust me, they come in handy.”
Awkward pause for her best friend’s unrelated laugh and, “It’s just, Buffy’s so new, you know? At the woman-lovin’. Kinda unfair that they’re that good together already. I mean, it is, right?”
“After your thing tonight, wanna show her how good *we* are together?” Kennedy’s cockiness was back, and Willow was alarmed. “Through the wall, Red.”
“My thing? Who-who said it was my thing? ‘Cause, uh, totally its own thing. Nope, not mine.”
You couldn’t actually claim ownership of a temporal event.
“All I know is where it’s vooshing. And really, it might even make a totally different sound.” Willow then quickly added, “But I know ’cause of research. Th-that I did. By myself.”
Pulling her hand free of her girlfriend's, she shook it rapidly, then sucked her thumb. “Midnight oil burns. Yeouch.”
Kennedy smiled weakly at her, and for a couple minutes, they both just went back to listening to Buffy act all cute with Satsu. She didn't miss that her question went ignored.
“There’s a whole month still,” the redhead then commented. “They’ve gotta learn pacing, and how to. Like we have. We can go days without talking any.”
The brunette faced the window. “Yeah. We’ve got it down.”
How long before they were there?
Buffy was completely oblivious to the subtextual, relationship woes happening across from her. “No, m’ doing good. Better. I promise. And New York is *great*. I saw the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, and like, five different, ‘Original Ray’s’ pizza places...”