Prompt: 053 - A Crossover Pairing
Title: A Sweet Ride
Author: married_n_mich
Rating: PG - Sexual Innuendo
Prompt: A Crossover Pairing
Characters: Dean (Supernatural) and Faith (BtVS and AtS)
Word Count: 600ish - Fic
Author’s Notes: This is my first entry here and my first Faith/Dean fic. It took a little urging on maharet83's part, but here I am. I hope I followed the rules! And I also hope you enjoy.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Faith asked.
She had been stalking the demon for days and now it was all for nothing. Some pretty boy had pushed her out of the way and had whacked the N’aed’s head off right in front of her. The fact that its purplish blood had spurted and splattered all over her black tank top and black leather pants wasn’t helping her mood.
“What in the hell am I doing? I’m saving your ass. That’s what I’m doing,” he said.
“Does my ass look like it needs saving,” she yelled, sheathing her sword and unable to control her sudden outburst of anger.
Frustration had a tendency to do that to a person. And then she got even more pissed off when she realized that he was actually checking her ass out.
“It’s a nice ass,” he mumbled.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t knock the shit out of you?” she asked, stomping toward him. They were face-to-face now, brown eyes glaring into hazel ones.
He took a step back, putting his hands up in surrender. “Maybe we should start over.”
“Thinking that’s pretty much impossible at this point,” she said, kicking the carcass at her feet.
She took a deep breath after that. She was going into attack mode and at this point that wasn’t going to do her any good.
“Look,” he said, moving back toward her. “Dude was of the wicked variety. Evil. Demon. I thought I was helping you out.”
“I was chasing it,” she reminded him.
At first he wouldn’t meet her eyes, and if there were actual wheels in his brain she was pretty sure they were turning.
“Was hoping you wouldn’t notice that little detail.” He laughed nervously. “Dean Winchester.”
He put his hand out. An introduction or a peace offering, she couldn’t be sure. Maybe a little bit of both.
After waiting a beat, and without accepting his hand, she said, “Faith.”
He eyed her suspiciously. “Do you have a last name or are you like Madonna?” He dropped his hand.
She ignored his question. “Are we done?”
She was also trying to ignore how hot he looked in the jeans and brown leather bomber jacket he was wearing. How long had it been since she’d gotten laid anyway?
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Tracking something for so long and not getting the kill is like having sex without an orgasm,” she said.
Arching a brow he said, “Never thought of it that way, but I like it. You don't mind if I use that do you?”
“What are you ?”
“Besides an outstanding kind of guy?” His eyes held hers for a minute and then he answered her seriously. He did have it in him. “A hunter.”
“What? You got a thing for Bambi’s mom?”
His lips quirked into a slight smile, and then he laughed. “Not in that way, but now that you mention it there was this one stripper whose mom was--”
Her hand flew up in front of his face. “It’s okay. Not needing to know the details.”
“You a hunter?”
“I’d tell you, but then I’d --” she began.
“Have to kill me,” he said, laughing. “I get it.”
Running her hands through her hair, she said, “I need a drink.”
“I saw a bar not too far back.” He took a step away from her. “We can go there. I’ll drive. Car’s over this way.”
Once they got to the black, impeccable Impala, Faith was somewhat impressed. Sweet ride he had. The car suited him.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked as he started the car and began to pull away.
“Nothing.”
She was smiling at what was to come. And in a matter of mere minutes she was finding out first hand that he was as sweet a ride as his car was.
~ End
Author: married_n_mich
Rating: PG - Sexual Innuendo
Prompt: A Crossover Pairing
Characters: Dean (Supernatural) and Faith (BtVS and AtS)
Word Count: 600ish - Fic
Author’s Notes: This is my first entry here and my first Faith/Dean fic. It took a little urging on maharet83's part, but here I am. I hope I followed the rules! And I also hope you enjoy.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Faith asked.
She had been stalking the demon for days and now it was all for nothing. Some pretty boy had pushed her out of the way and had whacked the N’aed’s head off right in front of her. The fact that its purplish blood had spurted and splattered all over her black tank top and black leather pants wasn’t helping her mood.
“What in the hell am I doing? I’m saving your ass. That’s what I’m doing,” he said.
“Does my ass look like it needs saving,” she yelled, sheathing her sword and unable to control her sudden outburst of anger.
Frustration had a tendency to do that to a person. And then she got even more pissed off when she realized that he was actually checking her ass out.
“It’s a nice ass,” he mumbled.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t knock the shit out of you?” she asked, stomping toward him. They were face-to-face now, brown eyes glaring into hazel ones.
He took a step back, putting his hands up in surrender. “Maybe we should start over.”
“Thinking that’s pretty much impossible at this point,” she said, kicking the carcass at her feet.
She took a deep breath after that. She was going into attack mode and at this point that wasn’t going to do her any good.
“Look,” he said, moving back toward her. “Dude was of the wicked variety. Evil. Demon. I thought I was helping you out.”
“I was chasing it,” she reminded him.
At first he wouldn’t meet her eyes, and if there were actual wheels in his brain she was pretty sure they were turning.
“Was hoping you wouldn’t notice that little detail.” He laughed nervously. “Dean Winchester.”
He put his hand out. An introduction or a peace offering, she couldn’t be sure. Maybe a little bit of both.
After waiting a beat, and without accepting his hand, she said, “Faith.”
He eyed her suspiciously. “Do you have a last name or are you like Madonna?” He dropped his hand.
She ignored his question. “Are we done?”
She was also trying to ignore how hot he looked in the jeans and brown leather bomber jacket he was wearing. How long had it been since she’d gotten laid anyway?
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Tracking something for so long and not getting the kill is like having sex without an orgasm,” she said.
Arching a brow he said, “Never thought of it that way, but I like it. You don't mind if I use that do you?”
“What are you ?”
“Besides an outstanding kind of guy?” His eyes held hers for a minute and then he answered her seriously. He did have it in him. “A hunter.”
“What? You got a thing for Bambi’s mom?”
His lips quirked into a slight smile, and then he laughed. “Not in that way, but now that you mention it there was this one stripper whose mom was--”
Her hand flew up in front of his face. “It’s okay. Not needing to know the details.”
“You a hunter?”
“I’d tell you, but then I’d --” she began.
“Have to kill me,” he said, laughing. “I get it.”
Running her hands through her hair, she said, “I need a drink.”
“I saw a bar not too far back.” He took a step away from her. “We can go there. I’ll drive. Car’s over this way.”
Once they got to the black, impeccable Impala, Faith was somewhat impressed. Sweet ride he had. The car suited him.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked as he started the car and began to pull away.
“Nothing.”
She was smiling at what was to come. And in a matter of mere minutes she was finding out first hand that he was as sweet a ride as his car was.
~ End