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vocab_drabblesTitle: "Happy Halloween, Girl!"
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Final Fantasy Dissidia
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Faith/Tifa
Rating: Strong R/M
Summary: Halloween proves a night to be remembered for two warriors.
Word Count: 1,031
Written For: Vocab Drabbles (thanks for the recent word extension, though sorry I went over by a few this time) 33: Bellicose, Lands of Magic: Spooky Season (If you join, tell them Apache Firecat of Team Winter sent YOU!), 100 Fandom Hell Fandom #24: Final Fantasy Dissidia, and 100 Ships 62. Ruby
Warnings: Crossover, AU, Future Fic
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Halloween was boring, Faith thought as she turned another corner in the streets and continued to walk on patrol. The others had given up patrolling on the holiday, but she didn't feel like partying, at least not with their little, refrained selves. Several of the younger Slayers had finally learned the pleasure in fighting, but for the most part, they were a boring crowd. She and Spike could have a good time, but he was busy enjoying the night with Buffy and Dawn and had even volunteered to help Dawn take her kids trick or treating. Faith rolled her eyes at the idea -- the big bad Vampire was becoming a family man!
Her dark head jerked up as she heard a wolf howl in the distance. It wasn't a full moon -- Halloween hardly ever felt on an actual full moon --, but she knew there were other things that send Weres over the edge. She broke into a run and soon heard the sounds of a battle. Rounding the corner, she stopped and stared in surprise. There was a stranger fighting what for all the world appeared to be two ghosts. Despite their transparent nature, however, the warrior's fists and feet certainly weren't missing their targets.
The other woman was a blur of savage, brutal, and passionate force. "Mmm mmm!" Faith unconsciously ran her tongue over her ruby red lips as she watched the woman fight. The girl had to only be a few years younger than herself and was well built. She had never seen her among any of the other Slayers, but they were still finding new Slayers at least once a month and, after all, there were still girls being called as they grew older. Willow's spell had initiated all the Slayers at the time, but there were still new ones being born and becoming old enough to actually warrant attention from the monsters and, thereby, realize their own capabilities.
But for some reason, she didn't think this girl was a Slayer. Something twisting in her gut told her that the girl was nothing she had encountered before, and Faith was enthralled. She watched the other woman quickly dissipate the ghosts, even pulling out a bow at one point from somewhere Faith couldn't begin to comprehend. It literally seemed like one minute the bow wasn't there and there was nowhere on the stranger's mostly exposed body to hide it, and the next, it was not only present but was being used to finish off one of the ghosts.
Faith found herself applauded when the girl spun around and stuck her breasts into the air, her head tilting back to look at the moon almost as though she was expecting to be reviewed. The stranger jumped, her long, black hair sweeping behind her, when Faith clapped. "Who are you?" she demanded, dropping into a fighting stance. Her fists rose as she bounced up and down on her booted feet. "Do you want some of this?"
"Honey, I might wanna fuck you, but I don't care to fight you unless we gotta. 'Course," Faith shrugged, grinning widely, "that can be fun too. What's your name, stranger?"
"What's yours?"
"Faith."
The girl obviously wasn't from around there and didn't know a thing about the Slayers, because her name clearly did not make any difference to the stranger. "I'm Tifa. Are you here to fight too?"
"You could say that." Faith's grin widened. She felt like a fool. She had never smiled like this, but there was just something about this stranger. Faith admired the way she fought, and although she hadn't had a hand in the actual battle, just watching this Tifa girl had left her feeling hot and horny.
Another howl seemed to rip through the air around them, and then something giant fell to the earth directly behind Tifa. "I've got you," Faith said and sprang into action. A couple of somersaults landed her on the other side of the stranger, but Tifa had already pulled her bow. As her arrows filled the beast, Faith frowned. "Hey, no fair! Leave some for me!" She surged into action, but for every punch she got in, it seemed like Tifa was hitting just as hard.
It was a hot, hard, wonderful fight, and by the time the three-headed wolf was slain, Faith was beyond ready. She grabbed Tifa, knowing she might well get smacked hard enough to actually ring her jaw, and planted a lip locker as fiery as any of the punches they'd just thrown on the other girl's lips. Only somewhere to her surprise, Tifa didn't resist. She did hesitate, but when Faith pried at her sealed lips with her skilled tongue, she felt the stranger's resolve melt.
The bellicose beauty wasn't as skilled in sexual ways as Faith, but Faith's specialty had once been virgins. She deepened their kiss and yanked Tifa closer, making it clear through her own leather pants and Tifa's tight, black leather miniskirt exactly what she wanted. When the girl still did not pull back, Faith cracked open an eye and looked around them. They were in a cemetery -- no surprise there --, and there was a grave only a few feet away.
Give this guy the time of his life, she thought, grinning wickedly against Tifa's lips and pushed her backwards until she was bending her over the headstone. She lifted the edge of her skirt, strove her fingers home with sensual expertise, and was soon replacing her digits with her fingers. Tifa's yells carried all across the cemetery, sending some brats who had been planning pranks quickly scurrying in the other direction.
Yet almost as soon as Faith had made Tifa come, she seemed to recover as she suddenly flipped Faith around, yanked down her pants, and began returning the favors. It was the best damn Halloween Faith had ever had, but ended far too soon. When she woke on the grave the next morning, the stranger was gone, almost leaving Faith to wonder if their encounter had really happened at all except for the wetness still lingering between her legs. She groaned but then grinned again. "Damn! Happy Halloween, girl!"
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Final Fantasy Dissidia
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Faith/Tifa
Rating: Strong R/M
Summary: Halloween proves a night to be remembered for two warriors.
Word Count: 1,031
Written For: Vocab Drabbles (thanks for the recent word extension, though sorry I went over by a few this time) 33: Bellicose, Lands of Magic: Spooky Season (If you join, tell them Apache Firecat of Team Winter sent YOU!), 100 Fandom Hell Fandom #24: Final Fantasy Dissidia, and 100 Ships 62. Ruby
Warnings: Crossover, AU, Future Fic
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Halloween was boring, Faith thought as she turned another corner in the streets and continued to walk on patrol. The others had given up patrolling on the holiday, but she didn't feel like partying, at least not with their little, refrained selves. Several of the younger Slayers had finally learned the pleasure in fighting, but for the most part, they were a boring crowd. She and Spike could have a good time, but he was busy enjoying the night with Buffy and Dawn and had even volunteered to help Dawn take her kids trick or treating. Faith rolled her eyes at the idea -- the big bad Vampire was becoming a family man!
Her dark head jerked up as she heard a wolf howl in the distance. It wasn't a full moon -- Halloween hardly ever felt on an actual full moon --, but she knew there were other things that send Weres over the edge. She broke into a run and soon heard the sounds of a battle. Rounding the corner, she stopped and stared in surprise. There was a stranger fighting what for all the world appeared to be two ghosts. Despite their transparent nature, however, the warrior's fists and feet certainly weren't missing their targets.
The other woman was a blur of savage, brutal, and passionate force. "Mmm mmm!" Faith unconsciously ran her tongue over her ruby red lips as she watched the woman fight. The girl had to only be a few years younger than herself and was well built. She had never seen her among any of the other Slayers, but they were still finding new Slayers at least once a month and, after all, there were still girls being called as they grew older. Willow's spell had initiated all the Slayers at the time, but there were still new ones being born and becoming old enough to actually warrant attention from the monsters and, thereby, realize their own capabilities.
But for some reason, she didn't think this girl was a Slayer. Something twisting in her gut told her that the girl was nothing she had encountered before, and Faith was enthralled. She watched the other woman quickly dissipate the ghosts, even pulling out a bow at one point from somewhere Faith couldn't begin to comprehend. It literally seemed like one minute the bow wasn't there and there was nowhere on the stranger's mostly exposed body to hide it, and the next, it was not only present but was being used to finish off one of the ghosts.
Faith found herself applauded when the girl spun around and stuck her breasts into the air, her head tilting back to look at the moon almost as though she was expecting to be reviewed. The stranger jumped, her long, black hair sweeping behind her, when Faith clapped. "Who are you?" she demanded, dropping into a fighting stance. Her fists rose as she bounced up and down on her booted feet. "Do you want some of this?"
"Honey, I might wanna fuck you, but I don't care to fight you unless we gotta. 'Course," Faith shrugged, grinning widely, "that can be fun too. What's your name, stranger?"
"What's yours?"
"Faith."
The girl obviously wasn't from around there and didn't know a thing about the Slayers, because her name clearly did not make any difference to the stranger. "I'm Tifa. Are you here to fight too?"
"You could say that." Faith's grin widened. She felt like a fool. She had never smiled like this, but there was just something about this stranger. Faith admired the way she fought, and although she hadn't had a hand in the actual battle, just watching this Tifa girl had left her feeling hot and horny.
Another howl seemed to rip through the air around them, and then something giant fell to the earth directly behind Tifa. "I've got you," Faith said and sprang into action. A couple of somersaults landed her on the other side of the stranger, but Tifa had already pulled her bow. As her arrows filled the beast, Faith frowned. "Hey, no fair! Leave some for me!" She surged into action, but for every punch she got in, it seemed like Tifa was hitting just as hard.
It was a hot, hard, wonderful fight, and by the time the three-headed wolf was slain, Faith was beyond ready. She grabbed Tifa, knowing she might well get smacked hard enough to actually ring her jaw, and planted a lip locker as fiery as any of the punches they'd just thrown on the other girl's lips. Only somewhere to her surprise, Tifa didn't resist. She did hesitate, but when Faith pried at her sealed lips with her skilled tongue, she felt the stranger's resolve melt.
The bellicose beauty wasn't as skilled in sexual ways as Faith, but Faith's specialty had once been virgins. She deepened their kiss and yanked Tifa closer, making it clear through her own leather pants and Tifa's tight, black leather miniskirt exactly what she wanted. When the girl still did not pull back, Faith cracked open an eye and looked around them. They were in a cemetery -- no surprise there --, and there was a grave only a few feet away.
Give this guy the time of his life, she thought, grinning wickedly against Tifa's lips and pushed her backwards until she was bending her over the headstone. She lifted the edge of her skirt, strove her fingers home with sensual expertise, and was soon replacing her digits with her fingers. Tifa's yells carried all across the cemetery, sending some brats who had been planning pranks quickly scurrying in the other direction.
Yet almost as soon as Faith had made Tifa come, she seemed to recover as she suddenly flipped Faith around, yanked down her pants, and began returning the favors. It was the best damn Halloween Faith had ever had, but ended far too soon. When she woke on the grave the next morning, the stranger was gone, almost leaving Faith to wonder if their encounter had really happened at all except for the wetness still lingering between her legs. She groaned but then grinned again. "Damn! Happy Halloween, girl!"
The End
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Date: 2022-10-18 05:36 am (UTC)Yes, sometimes those extra words are necessary.