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Only Fantastic?

Title :: Only Fantastic?
Rating :: FR21
Pairing :: Buffy/Vala
Disclaimer :: Stargate SG-1 and all related characters are copyright Brad Wright, Jonathan Glassner, Showtime and the SciFi Network. No infringement intended. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.
Synopsis :: When alternate realities collide, duplicate SG-1 teams arrive at the SGC. Some more diverse than others and some without a home to go back to. *femslash* Buffy/Vala (written for the 50 smutlets)

Author’s Note :: This was written for the 50 smutlets and I think there maybe a plot buried beneath all the sweat but I can’t guarantee it. Also there is femslash in this story if you do not like such things please do not read.


Only Fantastic?


With a dejected sigh Buffy shifted back to rest on her arms as she sat on the edge of the table in the small interrogation room of Stargate Command. She swung her borrowed boots back and forth as she awaited Vala’s return from her ‘private’ questioning. With her brows knitting in annoyance at the lack of faith from an alternate reality—like it was her fault they got spit into a universe that had no idea who the hell she was.

Buffy shuddered in the recycled air and wrapped her arms around her waist as narrowed eyes once again strayed to the clock on the far wall. Her gaze lowered to stare at herself in the two-way mirror and she stuck her tongue out for good measure. As she was about to slide from the table and demand where Vala was, the telltale beep of a card activation interrupted her valiant train of thought. The door opened inward and her counterpart stepped through rolling eyes far bluer than Spike’s had ever been.

“Miss me?”

Buffy’s brow quirked at the upbeat tone to Vala’s cultured voice before she frowned. “Did you shower? They let you shower!”

Vala grinned and nodded, stepping forward. “Apparently they trust me far more than they trust you at the moment.”

“Shouldn’t take’em long to get over that lapse in judgment.”

The thief’s smile pulled wider as she finished the last feet between them in few casual rolls of her hips. Buffy cleared her throat and pulled her gaze from said hips to focus on Vala’s amused face. She swallowed as the taller woman’s hands absently trailed over her own camo-wearing thighs.

“You are a bit ripe.” Vala’s hands moved quickly to catch the sides of Buffy’s face as she moved back with an affronted noise. “Of course that’s never stopped me before.”

“Way to win a girl’s heart.” As Buffy spoke the words, Vala’s gaze dropped to trace her mouth, causing Buffy to nervously lick her lips before speaking again. “Now’s really not the time for a slap and tickle.”

Vala’s gaze moved up to meet Buffy’s and her eyes softened. “We escaped an Ori controlled planet by being thrown into reality not currently being decimated by false gods and here, our friends are alive and well.” She pulled Buffy’s face closer to her own and whispered against her lips. “If that’s not cause for celebration. Then I don’t know what is.”

Buffy swallowed nervously and her voice quieted to match Vala’s. “What if they send us back?”

“If this General Landry is anything like ours was, then he wouldn’t dare send two innocent women to their highly probable deaths.”

Buffy grinned as Vala’s lips absently brushed hers, “Innocent?”

“Metaphorically speaking, of course. Now shut up.”

Vala’s teeth traced Buffy’s lower lip and she bit down, rolled it inward to lightly soothe the abused flesh with her tongue. She felt the smile slid from her lover’s face as roll of desire coiled in her stomach but she ignored it for the moment and focused on the lesson their Daniel had been trying to instill in her before his death.

Give a little back.

She pulled away to see Buffy’s closed eyes, flushed cheeks and smiled—so very sensitive, her little Slayer. She leaned forward to slant her mouth across Buffy’s and release a heated breath against sealed lips. She gave the silent request and suppressed a shudder as her tongue was allowed access to the shallow opening. It darted in, brushed along Buffy’s with a light friction that finally succeed in bringing a low cry from her lover’s throat and into Vala’s waiting mouth.

Buffy’s hands gripped her arms and then slid upward to pull her head closer, deepen the angle of their kiss as she pushed to the edge of the table. It was the prefect height for her knees to trap Vala’s thighs and allowed the two women far greater access to one another without the ill effects of craned necks. Vala silently thanked the builder of such a fine piece of furniture as her fingers found themselves buried in the soft waves of Buffy’s hair. She wound it tightly around one hand and used it to pull her lover back, contorted her upper body.

She didn’t allow a sound of protest to be uttered before her lips were tracing the edge of Buffy’s jaw and working their way down with soft sweeps. Vala reached the junction were jaw and throat met with a scrape of her teeth across the taunt flesh and was reward with a high yelp that pulled her lips back into a predatory smile. The hand holding Buffy’s hair tightened, stretching the angle as her other hand pushed its way under Buffy’s tank top and drew lazy symbols with her nails over the newly exposed skin.

Buffy’s hands slid down to encircle her biceps, squeezed encouragingly as Vala dipped her head lower and drew her tongue in quick line from jaw to collarbone. Buffy’s hips inched closer to edge of the table with a slight rocking of her hips as Vala blew over the wet trail. Her hand beneath the cotton top dug nails into the supple flesh of Buffy’s lower back and then drew them upward leaving four faint lines in their wake.

The sounds emanating from Buffy’s throat grew in volume with the inclusion of pain and her hands released Vala’s arms to grip her face and pull it upward toward her own. Vala’s breath eased across her cheek as she whispered, “Have I told you how much I adore the little sounds you make?”

Buffy whimpered and slid to the edge of the table until the tips of her boots brushed the floor and angled her head, pushing her tongue past Vala’s amused lips. It darted forward spearing her mouth in a rhythmic motion, mimicking the harsher friction she craved as her hands gripped Vala’s shoulders, fingers digging in.

Vala welcomed the minor domination and opened her mouth wider as her own tongue swept inside and brought forth a merry chase as her hand fell from Buffy’s hair to join its sister beneath her top. She casually traced the line of flesh just above Buffy’s waistline and the muscles beneath her fingertips jumped with the attention. She clicked the buckle of the nylon belt at the top of Buffy’s camos and her lover’s hips jumped with the removal of a barrier.

Vala felt the light addition of teeth as Buffy pulled her tongue into her mouth and concaved her cheeks as she sucked on the thick bundle of muscle and nerves. Vala welcomed the low moan that followed as she pulled the zipper of Buffy’s pants down and brought with it a slight vibration against her pubic bone. Another whimper escaped the blonde and the pressure surrounding her tongue increased to just this side of painful and Vala regretfully pulled back before she lost it.

A warm hand slid into the front opening of Buffy’s pants and encountered damp curls rather than the soft cotton Vala had been anticipating. Her voice murmured against Buffy’s cheek, “Expecting company?”

A groan was her answer as she ran fingers through the coarse hair at the apex of Buffy’s thighs. Her other hand made its way back up to grasp the nape of her neck and she used the hold to control the kiss she placed across Buffy’s already swollen lips.

Her index and ring fingers spread the dewy lips of Buffy’s labia to allow her middle finger access to the bundle of nerves nestled between the folds of flesh. Buffy’s hips rocked forward of their own volition. She played the younger woman’s sex, brought her closer with a few artful taps of her finger.

Vala pulled back to watch Buffy’s lips part with a heavy sigh as she slid her middle finger forward, past the clit to be easily welcomed by the concaved warmth. She curved her finger up toward the ceiling and found the small section of rippled skin with practiced ease. She repeatedly bent her finger in a rhythmic movement over the thin layer of nerves and watched Buffy’s head fell back as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth to hold in a moan. Vala leaned in, brushing her breasts against Buffy’s and pressed her lips to the shell of her ear. She welcomed the warm brush of unbound hair, the trembling of her lover’s jaw as she whispered.

“If I wanted your lip bit, I’d do it for you. So if you don’t mind too much,” Her tongue lightly traced the shell of her ear. “I’d like to hear you whimper.” Her words a puff of cool breath on damp skin, “I’d like to hear you scream.” A sharp twisting of Vala’s wrist received a low moan as Buffy released her lower lip with an audible pop. “That’s my girl.”

She pulled out her middle finger and Buffy’s eyes flew open in protest. Pulling back, she caught Vala’s gaze and her mouth opened, ready to demand, until two replaced the one and those fingers began an intricate dance inside of her. Buffy’s eyes widened and Vala winked as she quickened the tempo and watched the light sheen of sweat form across Buffy’s throat. The blonde’s hands lowered from Vala’s shoulders to wrapped tightly around the table’s edge.

She brought her thumb forward to stimulate the nerves now exposed in the flushed skin surround Buffy’s clit, mimicking the movements of her fingers across the rippled skin inside. Vala continued to force eye contact and watched as Buffy helplessly followed her example. After only a few moments the blonde’s breath hitched and her eyes fell close as the walls surrounding Vala’s fingers contracted and she climaxed.

The noises falling from Buffy’s lips rose in volume as Vala pressed the pad of her thumb into the slightly retracting clit, rubbing it rapidly from side to side. Drawing out her lover’s pleasure and making her ending note rise in pitch until Vala leaned over her to help swallow the noise and the table popped in Buffy’s grip as her control slipped.

She slowly extracted her hand, lips still firmly pressed to Buffy’s. So she felt more than heard the whimper of protest as she zipped her up and buckled the belt at Buffy’s waist with more than a little regret. Pressing soft kisses across her bruised lips she absently wiped her hand on her own slacks and pulled back to press their foreheads together. “Now that was a celebration.”

Buffy cleared her throat and frowned with the fact that it took her two tries to say, “We’ll celebrate with greater effort when we have a bed.”

Vala smiled. “I’m going to hold you to that promise.”

“That’s a fact, not a promise.” Buffy gave a small yawn, “I’m glad you’re here with me.” She blushed. “Aside from the fantastic sex.”

Pulling the younger woman, forward Vala wrapped her arms tightly around her back. She felt Buffy relax against her before she snarked, “Only fantastic?”

Buffy’s shoulders shook as she laughed and Vala smiled into her hair before she placed her chin on the crown of blonde hair. Her calculating gaze rose up toward the two-way mirror along the far wall and threw it a wink.

~~~@~~~@~~~@

Cam blinked and pulled back, his hands pushed deep into his pockets as he glanced at his wingman. “You don’t think?”

Daniel cleared his throat. “No, she’s probably…” He glanced back at the two women and tried again. “Ah, playing the odds.”

“Right.” Cam swallowed, “We should…”

“Go.” Daniel nodded. “I was about to suggest that.”

“Yeah.”

“We should.”

“Right behind ya.” Cam shook his head and tried to avert his gaze. It wasn’t like the pair—apparently couple—were actually doing anything other than holding each other. But a small voice in the back of his head kept piping up that if he shifted his focus for even a moment he was gonna miss something interesting.

Daniel shook his head and turned his back on the two women, trying to reestablish the walls that he and Cam had decimated when they came into the observation room. They should have left as soon as they realized the intimate moment they were stumbling upon. Instead both had watched stunned and aroused—Daniel’s hand shot up to lift his glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose.

Cam glanced at his friend and saw his back to the scene and followed his example with only a little regret and one last peek over his shoulder. “So, what do we tell Landry?” Daniel swiveled his head to stare at him, appalled, and Cam shook his head. “Do we give’em the okay to stay?”

Daniel blinked and reisted the urge to glance back at them, “If we don’t, they may be killed as soon as they walk through their reality’s gate. Our only real course of action to ensure their survival is to allow them to.”

“Uh huh.”

Daniel frowned at Cam’s less then agreeable answer to his deduction, “What?”

Cam smirked, “Didn’t they both call you in their interviews ‘our Daniel’?”

He blinked. “That has nothing…”

“Of course not, Jackson.”

“Mitchell!”

Cam’s smiled stretched at the growling of his name. “Hey, if I was in your position I’d give’em the okay too.” He chuckled as the linguist’s mouth dropped open and moved to leave the room. At the door he turned back to add, “Just be sure to tell me all about those ‘positions’ when you get a chance.”

Daniel’s mouth opened and closed for a moment before he shook his head and followed Cam from the room. He closed the door to with a loud click and resigned himself to stay as far from the interview rooms as possible in the foreseeable future, or at least until he could speak with the two women without blushing.

That may take awhile.


The End.

Author’s Note: There maybe more to this ‘verse muse approving.