Fandom, Pairing & Prompt:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Faith/Giles, sportsmanshipDisclaimer:
Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes.Author’s Notes:
Written for The Porn Battle (Best of Three)
The meeting is barely over before she’s dragging him upstairs, marching him into his bedroom and pushing him down to sit on the edge of the bed.
She quirks a brow, but doesn’t answer, sinking to her knees and making quick work of undoing his trousers.
“Faith!” It came out as a bit of a squawk as her hands dove into his shorts.
She’s had entirely too much practice at this and it doesn’t take long, with her stroking and squeezing, until he’s hard.
She doesn’t waste time with half-steps, practically swallowing him down.
He swears Slayers must have extra muscles or some kind of enhanced fine motor control, because human tongues should not be able to move the way hers could.
The part of his mind not busy chanting OhGodOhGodOhGodYesOhGoodLord
is wondering what on earth this is all about, but he’s obviously not going to get an answer from her right this minute.
Not that it matters, because soon enough he’s seeing stars and letting her relentless mouth suck every last drop from him.
He’s barely aware of her letting him go, smirking as she swallows loudly, and tucking him back into his pants.
She gives his crotch a fond little pat when everything’s properly zipped and buttoned, pushing back from the bed and standing.
She dabs at the corner of her mouth with her thumb and grins. “Just wanted you to know I was paying attention to that whole thing about no I in team and sportsmanship and all. I was doing the mental tally and figured after the night before last, I owed you one.”
“Faith, I was talking about you and Buffy…”
“Me and Buffy?” She cocks her head to one side, considering this. “Well, I hadn’t really thought about that, but if that’s what you want…”
She turns to go with a shrug.
He chokes a little as he catches her meaning. “You and Buffy making an effort to get along! Working together! Not…not….”
She looks back over her shoulder and the smirk says he’s been had before she even starts to form the words. “I was just messin’ with ya. It was a long meeting, you were standing up there talking forever…My mind wandered.”
He just groans.
“Of course, now that you’ve brought up this whole me and Buffy thing…” She throws him a wink and there is an unsettling gleam in her eye.
“Damn Giles, you’re kinkier than a snake falling down a flight of stairs. Got me beat by a long shot. We’ll have to talk about more of your ideas later. Right now, I gotta go play nice with B.”
Something about the way she says it makes him wonder just how nice she intends to play.
It is, after all, Faith.END.