WTF Is Schmoop? 5/29
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whedonistTitle: The Sex Is Good
Fandom: Jossverse – Crossover: Hack/Slash
Pairing Faith/Casey Hack
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. These ladies belong to other people. I’m toying with them for a bit of recreational fun and to challenge my sanity.
Summary: A reflection and some honesty.
The Sex Is Good
The diner was lit in that way that only twenty-four hour roadside diner’s could be. The vinyl seating cracked under Casey “Slasher-killer Extrodinaire” Hack’s weight as she continued to stare down at her coffee. She didn’t need to look around to know where everyone and everything was situated like she used to. After years of traveling and keeping an eye on it all, it was second nature.
So when Vlad, her best friend, right-hand man and muscle said, “There is a woman making the eyes at you.” She wasn’t surprised because she felt it, but she couldn’t help but grin at the child like wonder combined with Vlad’s gravelly voice. “You should go talk to her. Maybe make with the sex.”
This caused Casey to blink and look up. She shook her head not even contemplating that suggestion. Not only did she not want another girl, but also, Vlad had pitched a fit when she was on the phone with Georgia instead of paying attention to him.
Instead she shook her head. “I’ve still got blood underneath my fingernails from El Hefe. Picking a girl up right after you decapitate a slasher isn’t my thing. Besides…” She shrugged and downed the rest of her coffee. “I’d rather go back to the van and play cards with you, big guy.”
Vlad rewarded her with a deep, hearty laugh and the grin of a five year old on Christmas morning. He did not however take her ‘no’ for the proper answer and waved the brunette over. Casey tracked the fluid movement of the woman, the swell of dark blue denim covered hips to a tight- fitting, black tank top and leather jacket. When she met the other woman’s eyes, a smirk played over full red lips and a hand jutted out in greeting, “Faith.”
Casey shook her head at the memory, nearly a year old now, two more slashers dead and more vamps than she could count dust piles. Faith sidled up to her and slung a protective arm around her shoulder as they watched Vlad bop around on the dance floor with the rest of the crowd.
“What were you thinking about?” Faith purrs in her lover’s ear.
“The first night we met,” Casey practically yells to be heard over the shredding guitar.
“Hmm, yeah, we’ve had some fun,” Faith agrees and turns Casey towards her. Leaning in, her lips brush over the smaller woman’s and she admits, “I totally would have bounced like after the first week, but damn girl…”
Casey pulls back snorting with laughter and waves her girlfriend off, “Yeah, yeah, I ‘give wicked good orgasms’,” she quotes Faith verbatim.
Nonplussed by the honesty, Faith just grins, pulls Casey out onto the floor and grinds their hips together knowing a few of those will be had tonight.
Next>>>
Fandom: Jossverse – Crossover: Hack/Slash
Pairing Faith/Casey Hack
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. These ladies belong to other people. I’m toying with them for a bit of recreational fun and to challenge my sanity.
Summary: A reflection and some honesty.
So when Vlad, her best friend, right-hand man and muscle said, “There is a woman making the eyes at you.” She wasn’t surprised because she felt it, but she couldn’t help but grin at the child like wonder combined with Vlad’s gravelly voice. “You should go talk to her. Maybe make with the sex.”
This caused Casey to blink and look up. She shook her head not even contemplating that suggestion. Not only did she not want another girl, but also, Vlad had pitched a fit when she was on the phone with Georgia instead of paying attention to him.
Instead she shook her head. “I’ve still got blood underneath my fingernails from El Hefe. Picking a girl up right after you decapitate a slasher isn’t my thing. Besides…” She shrugged and downed the rest of her coffee. “I’d rather go back to the van and play cards with you, big guy.”
Vlad rewarded her with a deep, hearty laugh and the grin of a five year old on Christmas morning. He did not however take her ‘no’ for the proper answer and waved the brunette over. Casey tracked the fluid movement of the woman, the swell of dark blue denim covered hips to a tight- fitting, black tank top and leather jacket. When she met the other woman’s eyes, a smirk played over full red lips and a hand jutted out in greeting, “Faith.”
Casey shook her head at the memory, nearly a year old now, two more slashers dead and more vamps than she could count dust piles. Faith sidled up to her and slung a protective arm around her shoulder as they watched Vlad bop around on the dance floor with the rest of the crowd.
“What were you thinking about?” Faith purrs in her lover’s ear.
“The first night we met,” Casey practically yells to be heard over the shredding guitar.
“Hmm, yeah, we’ve had some fun,” Faith agrees and turns Casey towards her. Leaning in, her lips brush over the smaller woman’s and she admits, “I totally would have bounced like after the first week, but damn girl…”
Casey pulls back snorting with laughter and waves her girlfriend off, “Yeah, yeah, I ‘give wicked good orgasms’,” she quotes Faith verbatim.
Nonplussed by the honesty, Faith just grins, pulls Casey out onto the floor and grinds their hips together knowing a few of those will be had tonight.
Next>>>
