Title: Immortality Sucks
Rating: FR 13
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #16
FFA Pairing: Buffy/Captain Jack Harkness
Summary: Buffy has some fun in Italy
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal.com blog, if you are so inclined.
After making sure everyone had gotten out of the Sunnydale collapse and helping Giles start the Cleveland school to help the hundreds of underage minis they now had on their hands, Buffy had taken Dawn and hauled ass to Italy. After the chill of Ohio, and, of course, the kickass shoes were another incentive, she'd decided that an Italian summer vacation for her and her sister before Dawn headed to England for school sounded great. Right now, Dawn was out with friends she'd managed to make on their second day in Milan. Buffy had taken the opportunity to explore the nightlife, glad to shed the mantle of Queen Slayer, even if only for an hour or two.
“Mmm, now that looks like fun,” Jack murmured as Ianto rolled his eyes. Torchwood was in town looking into a possible invasion, though Ianto knew Jack was still trying to reconnect with his Doctor. Glancing over at his friend, Jack shrugged. “Hey, don't mock- you know I'm partial to blondes.”
Jones merely raised a dark brow sardonically and Jack sighed. “All right, all right, I'm partial to brunettes in my men and blondes in my women,” he corrected with a grin. Giving Ianto a swift hard kiss, he sauntered down the stairs into the club, making a beeline for the dancing blonde he'd spotted from the entrance.
Buffy was enjoying the pounding techno beat when she felt hands land on her hips. Luckily, they were rather warm, so she knew she didn't have to kill the guy- just yet anyways.
“I have to say, your beauty transcends that of Milan,” he whispered in her ear.
She whirled around to look him over, while continuing to dance. He was brunette, American, and had that cocky grin that she'd already seen on a dozen faces of the ex-pats and Navy boys from this week alone. Quirking a brow, she glanced up and down her partner for a moment. “That line ever actually get you anywhere?” she asked as she smirked and sauntered away.
Jack glanced up to the balcony where Ianto was doubled over in laughter. Oh, this is NOT over with yet!