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WTF Is Schmoop? 17/29
Title: Die Romantic
Fandom: Jossverse
Pairing Faith/Lilah Morgan
Rating: R - NSFW
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: Set during Five by Five…dinner sounded like an okay plan.
A/N: Nothing horribly spoilery and I usually don’t warn against them considering the shows been over for a bit, but… Oh, and uh, I was told it wasn't schmoopy, hot maybe, but not schmoopy, something about writing these two characters didn't speak to the puppies and roses side of me so...enjoy the sex?
Die Romantic
Faith shifted on the plush cushion of the chair in the overpriced, hoity-ass, place Lilah insisted they go to for dinner. Her right hand flexed on top of her thigh. The scraped and broken skin of her knuckles rippled from where she had busted open the Concannon wannabe’s face. Faith couldn’t deny that it didn’t give her a happy. She couldn’t really deny that it also caused the usual fluttering low in her belly that punching something provoked.
It’s the main reason why she’s sitting here in this stupid restaurant, down two lawyers and left with the one. At least Lilah seemed to be the most interesting. Definitely the best to look at by far. She licked her lips and ignored the words coming out of the lawyer’s mouth. She got the gist of it. Kill Angel. Get some money and her legal troubles go poof. Simple. Easy. She was in.
“Look, Nancy No-Good, I get it,” Faith finally interrupted her. “This wining and dining thing—” she waved a hand to indicate the ridiculous atmosphere of the place “—it’s cute babe, but seriously, let’s just say I’m in…on a few conditions: the money’s good and my record goes away,” Faith leaned in, crooking her finger to her dinner companion. Lilah leaned towards the brunette. “And you cut the bullshit and let me show you a good time.”
Lilah’s eyebrow arched. The proposition certainly wasn’t the worst she’d ever heard nor would it be the last. Moreover, she was never above gaining a competitive advantage. Having the slayer acquiesce to her demands by use of sexual favors wasn’t even a stretch of the lengths Lilah had gone for far less great endeavors. “Okay,” she agreed.
The grin broke out on Faith’s face and she stood. Motioning towards the back hall where the restrooms were. She didn’t wait on Lilah to follow. She knew she would. Instead, Faith made her way in the back and pushed open the bathroom doors. She rolled her eyes at the couch sitting in the room. She went through the other door and was glad it was quiet and there was no bathroom attendant.
She heard Lilah enter the first room and she walked straight back to the Handicapped stall. The lawyer pushed the second door open and Faith beckoned her forward until she was within reach. Grabbing her arm, the slayer shoved Lilah against the far wall of the back stall and locked the door.
“Oh,” Lilah purred, “rough. How’d you know?”
Faith smirked. She really didn’t care.
She covered the other woman with her body, planting her hands on narrow hips and gathered the material of the skirt up over her thighs to bunch above them. Faith’s mouth pressed against an exposed neck. Nipping and sucking, reveling in the small tremors under her.
She palmed full breasts, working the nipples through the layers of fabric. Pinching and pulling until her companion groaned, bucking against her hips. It was all the assurance Faith needed to guarantee that her partner would be wet enough to make this an equally enjoyable experience. She felt hands at her waist tugging at her jeans and then the warmth of questing fingers slide over her mound, through coarse hair and into pooling need.
“Fuck,” Lilah hissed.
Faith agreed with a, “Damn,” of her own when she pushed the strip of underwear aside and pressed two fingers inside. They rode each other, bucking and thrusting into the other’s hand. It was Lilah who came first, when Faith used the flat of her palm to rub and grind into the other woman’s clit.
Lilah heaved and shook then took a queue from the slayer but used her thumb instead. Flicking over Faith’s engorged bundle, once, twice, three times and a firm circling of the stiff flesh had her coming undone. All in all it was one of the more pleasurable quid pro quos she’d experienced. If Angel died in the process, she’d consider moving it to the top of her list.
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Fandom: Jossverse
Pairing Faith/Lilah Morgan
Rating: R - NSFW
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: Set during Five by Five…dinner sounded like an okay plan.
A/N: Nothing horribly spoilery and I usually don’t warn against them considering the shows been over for a bit, but… Oh, and uh, I was told it wasn't schmoopy, hot maybe, but not schmoopy, something about writing these two characters didn't speak to the puppies and roses side of me so...enjoy the sex?
Faith shifted on the plush cushion of the chair in the overpriced, hoity-ass, place Lilah insisted they go to for dinner. Her right hand flexed on top of her thigh. The scraped and broken skin of her knuckles rippled from where she had busted open the Concannon wannabe’s face. Faith couldn’t deny that it didn’t give her a happy. She couldn’t really deny that it also caused the usual fluttering low in her belly that punching something provoked.
It’s the main reason why she’s sitting here in this stupid restaurant, down two lawyers and left with the one. At least Lilah seemed to be the most interesting. Definitely the best to look at by far. She licked her lips and ignored the words coming out of the lawyer’s mouth. She got the gist of it. Kill Angel. Get some money and her legal troubles go poof. Simple. Easy. She was in.
“Look, Nancy No-Good, I get it,” Faith finally interrupted her. “This wining and dining thing—” she waved a hand to indicate the ridiculous atmosphere of the place “—it’s cute babe, but seriously, let’s just say I’m in…on a few conditions: the money’s good and my record goes away,” Faith leaned in, crooking her finger to her dinner companion. Lilah leaned towards the brunette. “And you cut the bullshit and let me show you a good time.”
Lilah’s eyebrow arched. The proposition certainly wasn’t the worst she’d ever heard nor would it be the last. Moreover, she was never above gaining a competitive advantage. Having the slayer acquiesce to her demands by use of sexual favors wasn’t even a stretch of the lengths Lilah had gone for far less great endeavors. “Okay,” she agreed.
The grin broke out on Faith’s face and she stood. Motioning towards the back hall where the restrooms were. She didn’t wait on Lilah to follow. She knew she would. Instead, Faith made her way in the back and pushed open the bathroom doors. She rolled her eyes at the couch sitting in the room. She went through the other door and was glad it was quiet and there was no bathroom attendant.
She heard Lilah enter the first room and she walked straight back to the Handicapped stall. The lawyer pushed the second door open and Faith beckoned her forward until she was within reach. Grabbing her arm, the slayer shoved Lilah against the far wall of the back stall and locked the door.
“Oh,” Lilah purred, “rough. How’d you know?”
Faith smirked. She really didn’t care.
She covered the other woman with her body, planting her hands on narrow hips and gathered the material of the skirt up over her thighs to bunch above them. Faith’s mouth pressed against an exposed neck. Nipping and sucking, reveling in the small tremors under her.
She palmed full breasts, working the nipples through the layers of fabric. Pinching and pulling until her companion groaned, bucking against her hips. It was all the assurance Faith needed to guarantee that her partner would be wet enough to make this an equally enjoyable experience. She felt hands at her waist tugging at her jeans and then the warmth of questing fingers slide over her mound, through coarse hair and into pooling need.
“Fuck,” Lilah hissed.
Faith agreed with a, “Damn,” of her own when she pushed the strip of underwear aside and pressed two fingers inside. They rode each other, bucking and thrusting into the other’s hand. It was Lilah who came first, when Faith used the flat of her palm to rub and grind into the other woman’s clit.
Lilah heaved and shook then took a queue from the slayer but used her thumb instead. Flicking over Faith’s engorged bundle, once, twice, three times and a firm circling of the stiff flesh had her coming undone. All in all it was one of the more pleasurable quid pro quos she’d experienced. If Angel died in the process, she’d consider moving it to the top of her list.
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