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whedonistTitle: Ring of Fire
Fandom: Jossverse
Pairing Vicarious!Buffy/Illyria
Rating: Solid R
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: There’s grace in admitting what you’re not to those you care for.
A/N: This is a crossover, you need to squint to see it, also, with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
valyssia’s permission, I borrowed the Buffy from her story Vicarious and had a little fun with her. If you haven’t read, I recommend – s**t’s hilarious in the From Dusk ‘Till Dawn or The Doom Generation kinda way. So thanks, Val, from the bottom of my empty chest. =0)
Ring of Fire
“Buffy stretches out, holding her hand high over her head as she snarked, “Sorry Spike…you gotta be at least this evil to ride this ride. Know you wanna, but I’m over it…a girl needs some standards.” --Buffy Summers, Vicarious
Ch. 2402
The fire cast a warm glow across the field. Lighting up the surrounding area for the two women settled nearby. The blanket under them prevented the chill from the ground to seep into their prone forms. The small blonde allowed the taller woman to trace random, swirling patterns along her spine while she curled towards the distant heat of the fire.
Buffy’s head was propped on her hand as she looked around the field. The bodies of young women pock marked the hillside; some were distant black lumps, some not so much. She could even make out the faces of one or two of the young slayers she had trained in Scotland, their features reflecting their final distressing moments of life.
The night provided little audio accompaniment, the crackling fire, a few crickets and a death rattle or two were pretty much all she heard. “This is nice,” Buffy hummed. “Quiet. No smelly sailors. No rumbling of ship engines or whining girls.”
“Hmm,” Illyria hummed and slipped her thigh between Buffy’s, pressing against the vampire’s naked center. From her position behind the blonde, she rocked her hips and pressed forward, letting her lips trail up a smooth thin arm, across a supple neck until Buffy turned her head and met the other woman’s lips with her own.
“I can think of one or two things to make it better…” Illyria trailed off and reached around to squeeze the closest breast. She tweaked, pulled and teased the blonde’s nipple. Her actions were rewarded with a low rumble and growl.
A smirk formed on the blonde’s lips and she turned to lie on her back. Motioning for Illyria to move, Buffy’s smile was wicked and she agreed, “Then saddle up, hell god, and ride me.” The blonde grinned and licked her lips as Illyria lowered herself over Buffy’s eager mouth.
Next>>>
Fandom: Jossverse
Pairing Vicarious!Buffy/Illyria
Rating: Solid R
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: There’s grace in admitting what you’re not to those you care for.
A/N: This is a crossover, you need to squint to see it, also, with
valyssia’s permission, I borrowed the Buffy from her story Vicarious and had a little fun with her. If you haven’t read, I recommend – s**t’s hilarious in the From Dusk ‘Till Dawn or The Doom Generation kinda way. So thanks, Val, from the bottom of my empty chest. =0)Ch. 2402
The fire cast a warm glow across the field. Lighting up the surrounding area for the two women settled nearby. The blanket under them prevented the chill from the ground to seep into their prone forms. The small blonde allowed the taller woman to trace random, swirling patterns along her spine while she curled towards the distant heat of the fire.
Buffy’s head was propped on her hand as she looked around the field. The bodies of young women pock marked the hillside; some were distant black lumps, some not so much. She could even make out the faces of one or two of the young slayers she had trained in Scotland, their features reflecting their final distressing moments of life.
The night provided little audio accompaniment, the crackling fire, a few crickets and a death rattle or two were pretty much all she heard. “This is nice,” Buffy hummed. “Quiet. No smelly sailors. No rumbling of ship engines or whining girls.”
“Hmm,” Illyria hummed and slipped her thigh between Buffy’s, pressing against the vampire’s naked center. From her position behind the blonde, she rocked her hips and pressed forward, letting her lips trail up a smooth thin arm, across a supple neck until Buffy turned her head and met the other woman’s lips with her own.
“I can think of one or two things to make it better…” Illyria trailed off and reached around to squeeze the closest breast. She tweaked, pulled and teased the blonde’s nipple. Her actions were rewarded with a low rumble and growl.
A smirk formed on the blonde’s lips and she turned to lie on her back. Motioning for Illyria to move, Buffy’s smile was wicked and she agreed, “Then saddle up, hell god, and ride me.” The blonde grinned and licked her lips as Illyria lowered herself over Buffy’s eager mouth.
Next>>>
