FIC: Femslash_minis
Title: Dimension-Go-Round
Author: slashmarks
Rating: T
Warnings: character death, dub-con
Pairing: Vampire!Willow/Evil!Faith
Prompt: Written for round 39 of femslash_minis, for aaronlisa, who wanted leather, nightclub, and kisses with no fluff. Hope you like it.
Willow is starting to get tired of playing dimension-go-round.
Okay, she probably shouldn’t be complaining, seeing as that stake was about an inch into her chest when she suddenly vanished. But she’s not dead, she’s back in the world with the icky Slayer and fuzzy Willow. And Xander! Which perks her up for a minute until she remembers that he’s human too and hates her.
So instead of going looking for any of the people she knows in this dimension she heads for this world’s Bronze. It’s loud and has a disappointing lack of blood, but there’s still plenty of humans wandering around and tasty.
Willow is leaning against the wall, trying to decide if the blonde girl with cardigan and pentacle smells better than the guy with spiky, interesting green hair, when she catches a familiar scent: Slayer.
She hisses unconsciously, tensing, and looks for the source, which is… there. It’s not perky blonde Nazi-girl. Instead, it’s a girl wearing painted-on leather pants and very little on top. She licks her lips. Looks like it’s been a while in this dimension.
Willow sidles over, watching. The girl’s dancing in a circle of guys, letting them grind and sweat and grope but not really paying attention to any of them. Willow watches. The Slayer looks up.
Connection. The Slayer grins a challenge, scoots out from her circle of worshippers, and leans against the wall.
“Wow. Willow’s all fangy,” she says. “Didn’t see that one coming.”
“Did you see this?” Willow asks and kisses her.
The Slayer’s breathing slightly hard from dancing, almost panting into her mouth. Willow scrapes into game face, teeth drawing a few pricks of Slayer blood, and overall it’s a glorious, wonderful five seconds until the Slayer punches her in the gut. The vampire staggers back, but five seconds is way too long for Slayer reflexes and she thinks maybe this one isn’t such a good girl. “Are you sure? Was it too soon?”
The girl looks at her contemplatively. “Not driving stick anymore, Will, are you?”
Willow replies by kissing her again and biting her lip.
Ten minutes later they’re fighting in an alleyway. Willow is wondering if this is going to be It - so many of her line are dead, it seems hard to believe that she’s going to live - when the Slayer corners her against the wall. But she raises her hand to Willow’s breast without a stake in it and cups her chest.
Willow is being groped against the wall by a Slayer and she kind of likes it. She wonders briefly if she’s breaking some kind of vampire rule, then dismisses the idea and kisses her. She would be breathing extremely hard right now, if she needed oxygen - she pants a little, just for show, and digs her nails into the Slayer’s chest.
The other’s hands are just starting to work their way into Willow’s leather pants when the world dissolves around her-
Home again-
Dust.
Author: slashmarks
Rating: T
Warnings: character death, dub-con
Pairing: Vampire!Willow/Evil!Faith
Prompt: Written for round 39 of femslash_minis, for aaronlisa, who wanted leather, nightclub, and kisses with no fluff. Hope you like it.
Willow is starting to get tired of playing dimension-go-round.
Okay, she probably shouldn’t be complaining, seeing as that stake was about an inch into her chest when she suddenly vanished. But she’s not dead, she’s back in the world with the icky Slayer and fuzzy Willow. And Xander! Which perks her up for a minute until she remembers that he’s human too and hates her.
So instead of going looking for any of the people she knows in this dimension she heads for this world’s Bronze. It’s loud and has a disappointing lack of blood, but there’s still plenty of humans wandering around and tasty.
Willow is leaning against the wall, trying to decide if the blonde girl with cardigan and pentacle smells better than the guy with spiky, interesting green hair, when she catches a familiar scent: Slayer.
She hisses unconsciously, tensing, and looks for the source, which is… there. It’s not perky blonde Nazi-girl. Instead, it’s a girl wearing painted-on leather pants and very little on top. She licks her lips. Looks like it’s been a while in this dimension.
Willow sidles over, watching. The girl’s dancing in a circle of guys, letting them grind and sweat and grope but not really paying attention to any of them. Willow watches. The Slayer looks up.
Connection. The Slayer grins a challenge, scoots out from her circle of worshippers, and leans against the wall.
“Wow. Willow’s all fangy,” she says. “Didn’t see that one coming.”
“Did you see this?” Willow asks and kisses her.
The Slayer’s breathing slightly hard from dancing, almost panting into her mouth. Willow scrapes into game face, teeth drawing a few pricks of Slayer blood, and overall it’s a glorious, wonderful five seconds until the Slayer punches her in the gut. The vampire staggers back, but five seconds is way too long for Slayer reflexes and she thinks maybe this one isn’t such a good girl. “Are you sure? Was it too soon?”
The girl looks at her contemplatively. “Not driving stick anymore, Will, are you?”
Willow replies by kissing her again and biting her lip.
Ten minutes later they’re fighting in an alleyway. Willow is wondering if this is going to be It - so many of her line are dead, it seems hard to believe that she’s going to live - when the Slayer corners her against the wall. But she raises her hand to Willow’s breast without a stake in it and cups her chest.
Willow is being groped against the wall by a Slayer and she kind of likes it. She wonders briefly if she’s breaking some kind of vampire rule, then dismisses the idea and kisses her. She would be breathing extremely hard right now, if she needed oxygen - she pants a little, just for show, and digs her nails into the Slayer’s chest.
The other’s hands are just starting to work their way into Willow’s leather pants when the world dissolves around her-
Home again-
Dust.