Ficlets of doooom!
Can't quite manage drabbles, but here's some ficlets by request:
jjtaylor
Willow/Faith
"Hey, that's Mine"
Have You Heard of This Guy Called Superman
Willow rushed over to where Xander had fallen, fear and horror in her expression as she tried to staunch the flow of blood. She pulled her shirt over her head, pressing the fabric to the wound, sobbing as the thick red liquid continued to spill out of him.
“Hey, that’s mine.”
She looked up, skin spattered with blood, the pale pink bra she’d worn just for him now a kaleidoscope of horror. Tears cluttered her vision as she blinked, the world starry and haloed as she met the hard eyes gazing down on her. “It’s Xander,” she whispered brokenly. “He needs help.”
“He needs a morgue.” Faith sighed and sank down next to Willow, her dark black books blending into the night and the blood. “Dammit, I always break ‘em before I’m done with ‘em.”
“He…you…”
“Oh, come on, Red. You know I fucked him.”
“Once.”
Faith smiled and edged one foot out, nudging the paling body with the steel toe of her boot. “You think he’d have it once and not come back for more?” She turned her head and held Willow’s eyes. “Your little boyfriend’s been pretending I’m a different Slayer for a hell of a long time now.”
“No.”
“Yeah.” Faith stood and shrugged. “It’s a pity, really. I almost had him trained.”
Faith walked away leaving Willow on her knees in Xander’s blood sobbing. She bent her head, her hair growing redder, sticky with the dark mass. “No. Nononononono…”
“Hey, Red.”
Willow awoke with a start, gasping loudly as she sat up in bed. She turned her head quickly, sucking in a harsh breath as she saw Faith’s familiar eyes, knowing smile so close.
“No need to look quite so horrified. I know I look like shit in the morning, but still.”
“No. Sorry. No.”
“Nightmare?” She handed Willow a cup of coffee then sat next to her on the bed. “Again?”
Willow nodded and took a drink, spilling some on the bedspread. Faith reached over and took the mug from her trembling hands and set it on the nightstand before turning back, laying on the cool sheets and reaching up to pull Willow down with her.
Faith’s arms circled Willow and brought her close, her warm breath feathering the red hair as she pressed lazy kisses to her temple. “What’d I tell you about those?”
“No bad guys this time.”
“Well,” Faith slid one hand down, caressing Willow’s breast for a moment before letting it slip further south, fingers pushing beneath the elastic of her panties to the damp flesh below, “you remember what you say if there are.” Willow nodded, her body shaking from something other than pleasure as Faith’s fingers slipped inside. “You tell ‘em to back the fuck off. Because you’re mine.”
It fits the title if you squint, because there's Xander. Honest.
Next up, callmesandy requested:
Pacey/Jen
"Girls are so damn weird"
Getting awfully bent
Model Behavior
“Girls are so damn weird.”
Jen stuck her head out of the dressing room door, one eyebrow cocked questioningly. “Why’s that?”
Pacey sighed and stretched out on the uncomfortable plastic chair, willing his eyes not to venture to the pale skin that showed just enough to be tantalizing. “How long have you been in there?”
“Twenty minutes,” she shrugged.
“Exactly. Twenty minutes of changing clothes.” he shifted in the seat to accommodate his burgeoning erection. “And for what?”
“To find a new outfit?”
“To find something that you think will make a guy sleep with you.”
“I already know he’s going to sleep with me, Pacey.” Jen shook her head; her blonde curls tumbling around her exasperated expression. “I just want to make the moments prior to that worthwhile.”
“Hence my comment.”
“How is that weird?”
“Guys don’t care about that stuff. I mean, you want to invest in some quality lingerie and something slinky we have no choice to run our hands over, okay. That’s worth it. But some frilly little dress-thing is not going to even register on his radar.”
Jen stepped out of the dressing room, her hands firmly planted on her hips. Pacey’s eyes roved helplessly over her body. Her compact figure was packed into a shimmering gray dress that hugged every curve. “Frilly little dress thing?”
“That’s indecent.”
Jen turned and looked at herself in the three full-length mirrors. She smiled, running her hands over the fabric. “It is, isn’t it?”
Pacey growled low as he got to his feet, catching her wrist in his hand. Jen clamped her other hand over her mouth to stifle her scream, stumbling behind him into the dressing room.
Without preamble, Pacey turned and pinned her to the wall, his hand gathering the skirt and urging it up to her hips. Jen writhed against him, grinding against the bulge in his jeans. Her mouth opened and he cut off her words with a hard, hungry kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth. Both hands finally defeated the skirt and he used his body to hold it between them as he lifted her, kissing her exposed neck down to the swell of her cleavage.
“Pacey…”
He shook his head as best he could against her skin, one hand supporting her as the other worked his jeans, freeing his cock as quickly as he could. Sighing in relief and anticipation as it slipped free of his boxers, he pressed the tip against her bare flesh. “I thought you were supposed to wear panties when you try on clothes.”
“Only bathing suits.”
“Thank God it’s not summer.” He pushed inside her and groaned, the sound buried against the pale skin of her breast, just above the edge of the silk that barely covered it. He thrust hard and fast, urged by the pressure of her legs against his, his hands clenching at the flimsy door that separated them from the shop.
“Just imagine,” Jen panted, tilting his head up before she bit his lower lip, sucking on the swollen flesh, “how much you’d want to do this if you’d been sitting there watching me in it all night.”
Pacey groaned again, his hips jerking as his orgasm flooded her. Jen whimpered softly as he reached up with one hand to grab her hair, mussing the golden strands as he held her captive in his kiss. The whimpers turned to a low keen of pleasure as her muscles clamped around him, squeezing his still thrusting cock as she came.
They broke apart slowly and he lowered her carefully to the ground, smiling as she held the dress safely away from her body. “Buying that one?”
“Do I have a choice?” She looked pointedly at his still partially erect cock. “Besides, I think it’s proven it’s perfectly suited to the intended purpose.”
“He doesn’t deserve you.”
“True,” Jen agreed, removing the dress and placing it on the hanger, ignoring Pacey’s hungry gaze as she moved easily around the room, completely naked. “But then, neither do you.”
Pacey sighed and nodded, adjusting himself back into his jeans. “I still think girls are weird.”
“It’s allowed.” She slipped a shirt over her head then grinned at him. “After all, you should hear what we think about boys.”
and finally, jade_okelani wasn't evil and only asked for:
Luke/Lorelai
"Come again?"
Whipped Topping
Luke stared up at the woman straddling his waist, lost somewhere between disbelief that she was actually real and the very real arousal that she currently had pressed against one of his very favorite parts of her. “Lorelai…”
“Hush,” she assured him, lifting up and reaching down, guiding him inside her. He hissed air in through his teeth, tension coiling in the muscles of his back as he held himself still. She sank onto him and stopped, the dynamic of the moment changing as she brandished a very lethal looking pink Hello Kitty whip. She smiled hungrily and waved the whip in the air. “Now you must do as I say!”
“Come again?”
The picture was shattered with her giggle as she tossed the whip away and began moving over him. He moaned and she smiled. “Exactly.”
Whee! Those were fun. Request more here
jjtaylor
Willow/Faith
"Hey, that's Mine"
Have You Heard of This Guy Called Superman
Willow rushed over to where Xander had fallen, fear and horror in her expression as she tried to staunch the flow of blood. She pulled her shirt over her head, pressing the fabric to the wound, sobbing as the thick red liquid continued to spill out of him.
“Hey, that’s mine.”
She looked up, skin spattered with blood, the pale pink bra she’d worn just for him now a kaleidoscope of horror. Tears cluttered her vision as she blinked, the world starry and haloed as she met the hard eyes gazing down on her. “It’s Xander,” she whispered brokenly. “He needs help.”
“He needs a morgue.” Faith sighed and sank down next to Willow, her dark black books blending into the night and the blood. “Dammit, I always break ‘em before I’m done with ‘em.”
“He…you…”
“Oh, come on, Red. You know I fucked him.”
“Once.”
Faith smiled and edged one foot out, nudging the paling body with the steel toe of her boot. “You think he’d have it once and not come back for more?” She turned her head and held Willow’s eyes. “Your little boyfriend’s been pretending I’m a different Slayer for a hell of a long time now.”
“No.”
“Yeah.” Faith stood and shrugged. “It’s a pity, really. I almost had him trained.”
Faith walked away leaving Willow on her knees in Xander’s blood sobbing. She bent her head, her hair growing redder, sticky with the dark mass. “No. Nononononono…”
“Hey, Red.”
Willow awoke with a start, gasping loudly as she sat up in bed. She turned her head quickly, sucking in a harsh breath as she saw Faith’s familiar eyes, knowing smile so close.
“No need to look quite so horrified. I know I look like shit in the morning, but still.”
“No. Sorry. No.”
“Nightmare?” She handed Willow a cup of coffee then sat next to her on the bed. “Again?”
Willow nodded and took a drink, spilling some on the bedspread. Faith reached over and took the mug from her trembling hands and set it on the nightstand before turning back, laying on the cool sheets and reaching up to pull Willow down with her.
Faith’s arms circled Willow and brought her close, her warm breath feathering the red hair as she pressed lazy kisses to her temple. “What’d I tell you about those?”
“No bad guys this time.”
“Well,” Faith slid one hand down, caressing Willow’s breast for a moment before letting it slip further south, fingers pushing beneath the elastic of her panties to the damp flesh below, “you remember what you say if there are.” Willow nodded, her body shaking from something other than pleasure as Faith’s fingers slipped inside. “You tell ‘em to back the fuck off. Because you’re mine.”
It fits the title if you squint, because there's Xander. Honest.
Next up, callmesandy requested:
Pacey/Jen
"Girls are so damn weird"
Getting awfully bent
Model Behavior
“Girls are so damn weird.”
Jen stuck her head out of the dressing room door, one eyebrow cocked questioningly. “Why’s that?”
Pacey sighed and stretched out on the uncomfortable plastic chair, willing his eyes not to venture to the pale skin that showed just enough to be tantalizing. “How long have you been in there?”
“Twenty minutes,” she shrugged.
“Exactly. Twenty minutes of changing clothes.” he shifted in the seat to accommodate his burgeoning erection. “And for what?”
“To find a new outfit?”
“To find something that you think will make a guy sleep with you.”
“I already know he’s going to sleep with me, Pacey.” Jen shook her head; her blonde curls tumbling around her exasperated expression. “I just want to make the moments prior to that worthwhile.”
“Hence my comment.”
“How is that weird?”
“Guys don’t care about that stuff. I mean, you want to invest in some quality lingerie and something slinky we have no choice to run our hands over, okay. That’s worth it. But some frilly little dress-thing is not going to even register on his radar.”
Jen stepped out of the dressing room, her hands firmly planted on her hips. Pacey’s eyes roved helplessly over her body. Her compact figure was packed into a shimmering gray dress that hugged every curve. “Frilly little dress thing?”
“That’s indecent.”
Jen turned and looked at herself in the three full-length mirrors. She smiled, running her hands over the fabric. “It is, isn’t it?”
Pacey growled low as he got to his feet, catching her wrist in his hand. Jen clamped her other hand over her mouth to stifle her scream, stumbling behind him into the dressing room.
Without preamble, Pacey turned and pinned her to the wall, his hand gathering the skirt and urging it up to her hips. Jen writhed against him, grinding against the bulge in his jeans. Her mouth opened and he cut off her words with a hard, hungry kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth. Both hands finally defeated the skirt and he used his body to hold it between them as he lifted her, kissing her exposed neck down to the swell of her cleavage.
“Pacey…”
He shook his head as best he could against her skin, one hand supporting her as the other worked his jeans, freeing his cock as quickly as he could. Sighing in relief and anticipation as it slipped free of his boxers, he pressed the tip against her bare flesh. “I thought you were supposed to wear panties when you try on clothes.”
“Only bathing suits.”
“Thank God it’s not summer.” He pushed inside her and groaned, the sound buried against the pale skin of her breast, just above the edge of the silk that barely covered it. He thrust hard and fast, urged by the pressure of her legs against his, his hands clenching at the flimsy door that separated them from the shop.
“Just imagine,” Jen panted, tilting his head up before she bit his lower lip, sucking on the swollen flesh, “how much you’d want to do this if you’d been sitting there watching me in it all night.”
Pacey groaned again, his hips jerking as his orgasm flooded her. Jen whimpered softly as he reached up with one hand to grab her hair, mussing the golden strands as he held her captive in his kiss. The whimpers turned to a low keen of pleasure as her muscles clamped around him, squeezing his still thrusting cock as she came.
They broke apart slowly and he lowered her carefully to the ground, smiling as she held the dress safely away from her body. “Buying that one?”
“Do I have a choice?” She looked pointedly at his still partially erect cock. “Besides, I think it’s proven it’s perfectly suited to the intended purpose.”
“He doesn’t deserve you.”
“True,” Jen agreed, removing the dress and placing it on the hanger, ignoring Pacey’s hungry gaze as she moved easily around the room, completely naked. “But then, neither do you.”
Pacey sighed and nodded, adjusting himself back into his jeans. “I still think girls are weird.”
“It’s allowed.” She slipped a shirt over her head then grinned at him. “After all, you should hear what we think about boys.”
and finally, jade_okelani wasn't evil and only asked for:
Luke/Lorelai
"Come again?"
Whipped Topping
Luke stared up at the woman straddling his waist, lost somewhere between disbelief that she was actually real and the very real arousal that she currently had pressed against one of his very favorite parts of her. “Lorelai…”
“Hush,” she assured him, lifting up and reaching down, guiding him inside her. He hissed air in through his teeth, tension coiling in the muscles of his back as he held himself still. She sank onto him and stopped, the dynamic of the moment changing as she brandished a very lethal looking pink Hello Kitty whip. She smiled hungrily and waved the whip in the air. “Now you must do as I say!”
“Come again?”
The picture was shattered with her giggle as she tossed the whip away and began moving over him. He moaned and she smiled. “Exactly.”
Whee! Those were fun. Request more here