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snoggedTitle: In The Absence of Mistletoe
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Dawn/Cordelia
Rating/Warnings: FRT-13/PG-13; femslash, the ‘F’ word
Word Count: 654
Summary: Dawn and Cordelia celebrate Christmas.
Beta Crew: The lovable![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 Round 82 “Festive” Challenge. I was assigned to Lamia Archer who requested Cordelia/Dawn, snow, a strip tease, fighting evil getting in the way of celebrating. Hope you enjoy!
Dawn tapped her fingers on the arm rest of the plush red sofa, watching Cordelia struggle to figure out a good way to attach gold and silver garland to the front of the circular desk that served as her primary office space at the Hyperion Hotel. In the background, a classic Christmas mix played softly through the radio speakers that were mounted throughout the building.
When she had first decided to crash Angel Investigations for the holidays, she had expected to be showered with attention and presents and maybe a Merry Christmas kiss or two or three or four or….
It was a shame that Gunn and Fred were cuddling upstairs in Fred’s room and therefore, hoarding all the mistletoe.
Which she should be kissing her girlfriend under right now.
*
Yes, Buffy, I’m waving the rainbow flag now.
Who am I dating?
Cordelia Chase.
No, I don’t care if she’s your age. Remember, I’m like a million and a half years old.
When did we start dating?
Well, remember when she used to babysit?
I was not that young!
I was 16. You were macking all over Angel when you were that age.
Yes, I read your diary. It’s not like it’s a big secret, which you totally suck at keeping, by the way.
So what if I kissed a girl and I liked it?
I’m going to Los Angeles whether you drive me there or not.
I can take the bus, you know.
You did.
Oh, don’t make that face.
You know as well as anyone that loves makes you do the wacky.
…
Why?
Because….
She makes me happy.
That’s why.
*
“Stop doing that,” Dawn replied firmly, patting the spot next to her on the sofa. “I came up here to spend time with you and while I’m all for Christmas-y decorating, I’m much more inclined to want Christmas-y smoochies.”
“But I haven’t even sprayed the windows with snow yet,” Cordelia said weakly, holding up the gold-colored spray can that had been screen printed with perfectly designed snowflakes.
“The snow can wait.”
“But…,” Cordelia protested.
“But nothing.”
The song changed and a jaunty but still quiet version of “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town” started playing.
Dawn swore she spotted a mischievous sparkle in Cordelia’s eyes because the seer suddenly draped the garland she had been playing with over her shoulders like a feather boa and her hips started to gyrate in time to the music.
“He knows if you’ve been bad,” Cordelia sang, breathily but slightly off-key, as she moved towards Dawn. She tugged the garland back and forth across her shoulders and her breasts jiggled a little beneath her tight black sweater.
Dawn grinned, excited for the show to come.
She was pretty darn grateful that Angel and Wesley had gone off to fight a band of vampires and wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours because it meant that they had the lobby all to themselves.
“Or good,” Cordelia murmured, letting the garland drop to the floor and grabbing the hem of her top. She gracefully pulled the sweater off and Dawn swallowed as she took a good, long look at Cordelia’s magnificent chest.
Cordelia took one more step forward, closing the gap between them.
Dawn reached up, curling her fingers around Cordelia’s neck and gently forcing her girlfriend to bend over to make them eye level with each other.
“So be good for goodness….”
Dawn swallowed the last word of the verse with a kiss, enjoying the taste of Cordelia’s strawberry lip gloss before she felt her girlfriend’s body seize.
Vision.
Fuck.
Dawn released her grip on Cordelia and leapt from the couch to embrace her while her body convulsed.
“Demon,” Cordelia gasped.
“Red suit.”
“White beard.”
“Funny claws.”
“Children.”
“Snow Festival.”
Cordelia suddenly went limp in Dawn’s arms and Dawn sighed, knowing the night was over.
Stupid forces of darkness ruining her holiday fun.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Dawn/Cordelia
Rating/Warnings: FRT-13/PG-13; femslash, the ‘F’ word
Word Count: 654
Summary: Dawn and Cordelia celebrate Christmas.
Beta Crew: The lovable
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.Author’s Note: Written for the
femslash_minis Round 82 “Festive” Challenge. I was assigned to Lamia Archer who requested Cordelia/Dawn, snow, a strip tease, fighting evil getting in the way of celebrating. Hope you enjoy!Dawn tapped her fingers on the arm rest of the plush red sofa, watching Cordelia struggle to figure out a good way to attach gold and silver garland to the front of the circular desk that served as her primary office space at the Hyperion Hotel. In the background, a classic Christmas mix played softly through the radio speakers that were mounted throughout the building.
When she had first decided to crash Angel Investigations for the holidays, she had expected to be showered with attention and presents and maybe a Merry Christmas kiss or two or three or four or….
It was a shame that Gunn and Fred were cuddling upstairs in Fred’s room and therefore, hoarding all the mistletoe.
Which she should be kissing her girlfriend under right now.
*
Yes, Buffy, I’m waving the rainbow flag now.
Who am I dating?
Cordelia Chase.
No, I don’t care if she’s your age. Remember, I’m like a million and a half years old.
When did we start dating?
Well, remember when she used to babysit?
I was not that young!
I was 16. You were macking all over Angel when you were that age.
Yes, I read your diary. It’s not like it’s a big secret, which you totally suck at keeping, by the way.
So what if I kissed a girl and I liked it?
I’m going to Los Angeles whether you drive me there or not.
I can take the bus, you know.
You did.
Oh, don’t make that face.
You know as well as anyone that loves makes you do the wacky.
…
Why?
Because….
She makes me happy.
That’s why.
*
“Stop doing that,” Dawn replied firmly, patting the spot next to her on the sofa. “I came up here to spend time with you and while I’m all for Christmas-y decorating, I’m much more inclined to want Christmas-y smoochies.”
“But I haven’t even sprayed the windows with snow yet,” Cordelia said weakly, holding up the gold-colored spray can that had been screen printed with perfectly designed snowflakes.
“The snow can wait.”
“But…,” Cordelia protested.
“But nothing.”
The song changed and a jaunty but still quiet version of “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town” started playing.
Dawn swore she spotted a mischievous sparkle in Cordelia’s eyes because the seer suddenly draped the garland she had been playing with over her shoulders like a feather boa and her hips started to gyrate in time to the music.
“He knows if you’ve been bad,” Cordelia sang, breathily but slightly off-key, as she moved towards Dawn. She tugged the garland back and forth across her shoulders and her breasts jiggled a little beneath her tight black sweater.
Dawn grinned, excited for the show to come.
She was pretty darn grateful that Angel and Wesley had gone off to fight a band of vampires and wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours because it meant that they had the lobby all to themselves.
“Or good,” Cordelia murmured, letting the garland drop to the floor and grabbing the hem of her top. She gracefully pulled the sweater off and Dawn swallowed as she took a good, long look at Cordelia’s magnificent chest.
Cordelia took one more step forward, closing the gap between them.
Dawn reached up, curling her fingers around Cordelia’s neck and gently forcing her girlfriend to bend over to make them eye level with each other.
“So be good for goodness….”
Dawn swallowed the last word of the verse with a kiss, enjoying the taste of Cordelia’s strawberry lip gloss before she felt her girlfriend’s body seize.
Vision.
Fuck.
Dawn released her grip on Cordelia and leapt from the couch to embrace her while her body convulsed.
“Demon,” Cordelia gasped.
“Red suit.”
“White beard.”
“Funny claws.”
“Children.”
“Snow Festival.”
Cordelia suddenly went limp in Dawn’s arms and Dawn sighed, knowing the night was over.
Stupid forces of darkness ruining her holiday fun.
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on 2012-12-11 03:33 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2012-12-11 04:18 pm (UTC)Oh my gosh, I love this! The Dear Buffy section left me cackling, and the holiday strip tease was too hot! Great job!
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on 2012-12-26 04:59 am (UTC)Loved the ending and Cordy's sexy dance, but my favorite?
The half-conversation between Dawn and Buffy - pitch-perfect!
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on 2012-12-27 11:01 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed it. :)
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on 2013-01-03 06:49 pm (UTC)I can take the bus, you know. / You did. also awesome!
Stupid forces of darkness ruining her holiday fun. And an excellent ending! Lovely little story. ;-)
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on 2013-01-06 05:26 pm (UTC)Feedbackathon comment!
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