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snoggedTitle: Just Another Ordinary Apocalypse
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Faith/Cordelia
Rating/Warnings: FRT-13/PG-13; sexual innuendo, femslash, kissing
Word Count: 844
Summary: There are zombies on the loose in Sunnydale. Set after Season 3’s “Homecoming” episode.
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velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.
Author’s Note: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash_minis Apocalypse challenge. I was assigned to write for aaronlisa who requested Cordelia/Faith, inappropriate humor, the back room of the Bronze, and kissing.
The end of the world wasn’t a new phenomenon.
Demons, vampires, and invisible girls had all tried their hand at it ever since Buffy Summers, Slayer of Social Statuses, had shown up on the steps of Sunnydale High three years ago.
So it really just seemed like another day in sunny California when a zombie horde broke through the earth in Radcliff Park – which, according to Giles, had been built on top of some demonic church burial ground at the turn of the seventeenth century or something weirdly factual like that.
The Evil Dead extra-rejects had been stumbling through the streets, moaning and groaning and generally making people clutch their heads as they ran away in the opposite direction.
Yeah.
‘Cause that was going to protect them from getting their brains sucked out through their ears.
Not that cuddling with the mop handle in the Bronze’s back room was a terrific alternative, but at least Cordelia had someone that no one else outside the Bronze had.
She had a Slayer:
Faith, to be precise, who was currently pressed against the metal door, chewing on her chipped black nails in boredom while listening to the unmistakable sound of claws scritch-scratching against the walls on the other side of their enclosure.
This was the very same Faith that she had been mistaken for mere weeks ago during homecoming, also known as the Annual Demons-Ruin-A-Popular-High-School-Event fest.
“You know, you owe me for that dress you ruined,” Cordelia mused, taking a glance at her own nails, which she had painted a sparkly sapphire blue this morning.
Faith snorted derisively and rolled her eyes.
“Dream on, princess,” Faith retorted. “I know your daddy bought you a new one the second you crawled into his lap and told him you’d be a very good girl forever and ever. Did you have to bounce a little before he pulled out the pocketbook or did a peck on the cheek do the trick?”
Cordelia’s jaw dropped; offended not only by Faith’s inappropriate comment, but also from the way Faith was leering at her chest. Faith was clearly thinking that Cordelia was a bouncer.
“I did no--,” Cordelia started, not able to finish the sentence, because at that moment, Faith had turned the janitor’s metal bucket over and had taken a seat on top of it. The Slayer had spread her legs slightly and was patting her lap, beckoning Cordelia to sit upon it.
“Come on, princess. Give old Faith a reason to protect you from the big, bad zombies.”
Cordelia sat perfectly still for a moment, not sure exactly what she should do. On the one hand, Faith was rowdy and lewd and a bit slutty. On the other hand, they were trapped in this closest for God knows how long and if this was the true end of the world, Cordelia didn’t want to be alone and she had done far worse than Faith.
She moved from her position by the mop and slid herself in between Faith’s legs, gingerly sitting down on Faith’s left thigh. Faith smirked and moved her hand from her side to tuck a lock of hair behind Cordelia’s ear.
Cordelia shivered at the touch and shifted slightly closer to Faith’s athletic frame. Faith dropped her hand from Cordelia’s face and moved her arm around Cordelia’s back, her fingers ghosting across Cordelia’s spinal cord before coming to rest on her hip.
“So, princess, do zombies eat popcorn with their fingers?” Faith paused for drama and said: “Nope, they eat the fingers separately.”
Cordelia blinked twice, caught off guard by the contrast of Faith’s fingers stroking her hip, the casual laughter falling from Faith’s lips, and the continued scritch-scratch of the zombies desperately trying to break in on them.
“I'm not sure that zombie jokes are super appropriate right now,” Cordelia replied hesitantly.
Faith arched an eyebrow, moving her hand off of Cordelia’s hip and moving it up and under Cordelia’s blouse, caressing the curved expanse of skin where her hip met her waist. The cloth yielded and stretched as Faith’s fingers moved up even further, seeking out the swell of Cordelia’s breast.
“That more appropriate, princess?”
Cordelia gasped as a warm shiver surged through her, forcing her to clench her thighs to keep Faith from noticing how aroused she was right now.
“That’s what I figured,” Faith murmured, bringing her other hand up to assist in tilting Cordelia’s face towards hers. “Now how ‘bout that peck?”
Their lips met and Cordelia could taste salt and spice and the faintest hint of a whiskey old fashioned. The kiss was reckless, hungry, and desperate. In part, it seemed driven by the threat of the apocalypse, but the kiss itself wasn’t nearly as ordinary and run-of-the-mill as apocalypses were.
No, this was the kind of kiss that could make the Earth shudder.
The kind of kiss that could split the world in two.
The kind of kiss that burned with heat and desire.
The kind of kiss that would, as that Frosty poet guy said, end the world in fire.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Faith/Cordelia
Rating/Warnings: FRT-13/PG-13; sexual innuendo, femslash, kissing
Word Count: 844
Summary: There are zombies on the loose in Sunnydale. Set after Season 3’s “Homecoming” episode.
Beta Crew:
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.Author’s Note: Written for the
femslash_minis Apocalypse challenge. I was assigned to write for aaronlisa who requested Cordelia/Faith, inappropriate humor, the back room of the Bronze, and kissing. The end of the world wasn’t a new phenomenon.
Demons, vampires, and invisible girls had all tried their hand at it ever since Buffy Summers, Slayer of Social Statuses, had shown up on the steps of Sunnydale High three years ago.
So it really just seemed like another day in sunny California when a zombie horde broke through the earth in Radcliff Park – which, according to Giles, had been built on top of some demonic church burial ground at the turn of the seventeenth century or something weirdly factual like that.
The Evil Dead extra-rejects had been stumbling through the streets, moaning and groaning and generally making people clutch their heads as they ran away in the opposite direction.
Yeah.
‘Cause that was going to protect them from getting their brains sucked out through their ears.
Not that cuddling with the mop handle in the Bronze’s back room was a terrific alternative, but at least Cordelia had someone that no one else outside the Bronze had.
She had a Slayer:
Faith, to be precise, who was currently pressed against the metal door, chewing on her chipped black nails in boredom while listening to the unmistakable sound of claws scritch-scratching against the walls on the other side of their enclosure.
This was the very same Faith that she had been mistaken for mere weeks ago during homecoming, also known as the Annual Demons-Ruin-A-Popular-High-School-Event fest.
“You know, you owe me for that dress you ruined,” Cordelia mused, taking a glance at her own nails, which she had painted a sparkly sapphire blue this morning.
Faith snorted derisively and rolled her eyes.
“Dream on, princess,” Faith retorted. “I know your daddy bought you a new one the second you crawled into his lap and told him you’d be a very good girl forever and ever. Did you have to bounce a little before he pulled out the pocketbook or did a peck on the cheek do the trick?”
Cordelia’s jaw dropped; offended not only by Faith’s inappropriate comment, but also from the way Faith was leering at her chest. Faith was clearly thinking that Cordelia was a bouncer.
“I did no--,” Cordelia started, not able to finish the sentence, because at that moment, Faith had turned the janitor’s metal bucket over and had taken a seat on top of it. The Slayer had spread her legs slightly and was patting her lap, beckoning Cordelia to sit upon it.
“Come on, princess. Give old Faith a reason to protect you from the big, bad zombies.”
Cordelia sat perfectly still for a moment, not sure exactly what she should do. On the one hand, Faith was rowdy and lewd and a bit slutty. On the other hand, they were trapped in this closest for God knows how long and if this was the true end of the world, Cordelia didn’t want to be alone and she had done far worse than Faith.
She moved from her position by the mop and slid herself in between Faith’s legs, gingerly sitting down on Faith’s left thigh. Faith smirked and moved her hand from her side to tuck a lock of hair behind Cordelia’s ear.
Cordelia shivered at the touch and shifted slightly closer to Faith’s athletic frame. Faith dropped her hand from Cordelia’s face and moved her arm around Cordelia’s back, her fingers ghosting across Cordelia’s spinal cord before coming to rest on her hip.
“So, princess, do zombies eat popcorn with their fingers?” Faith paused for drama and said: “Nope, they eat the fingers separately.”
Cordelia blinked twice, caught off guard by the contrast of Faith’s fingers stroking her hip, the casual laughter falling from Faith’s lips, and the continued scritch-scratch of the zombies desperately trying to break in on them.
“I'm not sure that zombie jokes are super appropriate right now,” Cordelia replied hesitantly.
Faith arched an eyebrow, moving her hand off of Cordelia’s hip and moving it up and under Cordelia’s blouse, caressing the curved expanse of skin where her hip met her waist. The cloth yielded and stretched as Faith’s fingers moved up even further, seeking out the swell of Cordelia’s breast.
“That more appropriate, princess?”
Cordelia gasped as a warm shiver surged through her, forcing her to clench her thighs to keep Faith from noticing how aroused she was right now.
“That’s what I figured,” Faith murmured, bringing her other hand up to assist in tilting Cordelia’s face towards hers. “Now how ‘bout that peck?”
Their lips met and Cordelia could taste salt and spice and the faintest hint of a whiskey old fashioned. The kiss was reckless, hungry, and desperate. In part, it seemed driven by the threat of the apocalypse, but the kiss itself wasn’t nearly as ordinary and run-of-the-mill as apocalypses were.
No, this was the kind of kiss that could make the Earth shudder.
The kind of kiss that could split the world in two.
The kind of kiss that burned with heat and desire.
The kind of kiss that would, as that Frosty poet guy said, end the world in fire.
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on 2012-06-30 01:02 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2012-06-30 01:07 am (UTC)I'm really glad to hear that since this pairing was especially challenging for me.
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