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Warrior for the working day	By : LL72 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 14794 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author’s note
Kate Lockley is as she appeared in Angel, ie she’s late twenties.
Lilah Morgan is as she appeared in Angel, ie she’s early thirties
Angel didn’t meet either of them in this Universe (as they’d have been about nine and twelve).
Also starring
Lyndsy Fonseca as Zoe
Anna Popplewell as Emmy
*
"You’re myyyy, you’re my favourite waste of time," Kennedy sang as she swayed in front of the mirror. As she did so she ran her hands down the silky night-dress which covered her body. Not knowing the rest of the lyrics she repeated the first two lines again.
"I hope your singing about me," Kennedy turned, she hadn’t heard Willow come in. The redhead was dressed in a smart business suit, combined with the glasses perched on her nose it gave her a serious impression.
Kennedy slipped her arms round her lover, "If you want to be a waste of time…" she didn’t complete the sentence letting her lips do the talking as she kissed Willow.
After a few minutes she broke the kiss and headed over to the bed. Pulling back the covers she slipped under them. She leant on one hand and watched as Willow undressed. The redhead neatly folded the suit putting it in a wardrobe, before putting her underwear in a suitcase and sliding it into the wardrobe bottom.
"I saw you and Giles on the news, you looked cute," said Kennedy as a naked Willow got into the bed beside her
"Giles looked cute?" Willow gave a teasing smile, which showed she knew what Kennedy meant.
"For a pensioner, he did," Kennedy smiled as Willow stuck out her tongue like she was a five year old.
Then she turned serious again, "It was an important hearing. I think we got across our views to the Senate. Now that we’ve recognised demons we can’t see them as humans, with rights, but as monsters and we need to fight fire with fire."
"I think they took that message on board, even without the New College massacre to remind them," Kennedy paused, "The death toll is near five hundred now."
A flicker of pain crossed Willow’s face, "So many innocents – dying to keep us safe."
Then her mood shifted. Kennedy could feel Willow’s hand stroking at her thigh and a smile flitted across the redhead’s face.
"Go on then," grinned Kennedy, good things would banish the thoughts of the massacre.
Willow’s head disappeared from view beneath the covers. But Kennedy knew exactly where she was as she felt her night dress being lifted to her midriff. Then she felt Willow’s hair against her thighs as the redhead moved her mouth towards pussy.
There was a delicious thrill of excitement as Willow’s tongue started to whisk it’s way round Kennedy’s labia. She bit her lip as jolts of pleasure throbbed through her. Then Willow was in her, her lover knew exactly where her clit was. The tongue pushed harder onto the bud.
"Oh baby," Kennedy reached her hands down onto Willow’s shoulders. She massaged at them, the tips of her fingers sliding across the naked flesh. The movements seemed to drive Willow to greater exertions and Kennedy could feel her lapping speed up. The orgasm rose in her and she let go off Willow to fondle her own tits, as she arched her back up and down.
"I’m cummiiiinnnnngggg," Kennedy shrieked. It was like be shot by a taser, except in a good way. Her entire body shook and she was reduced to shrieks.
Seconds later Willow’s head popped up, juice covering her lips, "My turn," she said.
Kennedy complied. Under the covers it was dark, but her hands felt their way over Willow’s body. She ran a finger over the pussy, pinging the lips lightly. There was a muffled shrieky laugh from Willow. Kennedy flicked them again and then brought another finger up. She extended them in a V-shape, pulling apart the slot. It was already damp as she went down.
Kennedy could feel Willow bucking as the redhead clit was licked to completion. Moving her hands Kennedy pinned Willow’s thighs to the bed. It kept the redhead in place, but she still vibrated. The feeling of her girlfriend’s shudders against her pushed Kennedy harder. She could taste the jisim as it poured onto her tongue. Even through the bedclothes Willow’s cries sounded loud, especially the final shriek, which must have woken half the hotel.
Neither woman cared – they were too wrapped up in their lovemaking. Kennedy slid out of bed and reached into the suitcase. Wrapped in a plastic bag was a double ender. She slid half of it her cunt before walking back to bed, dangling the rest in front of her.
Pushing back the cover, Willow opened her legs. Kennedy moved between them, so that her thighs were cutting across Willow’s top leg. She moved closer, allowing Willow to take the spare end of the rubber toy and greedily guide it into her slot.
"Ready?" asked Kennedy. She didn’t wait for an answer, but started to bang hard against Willow. The redhead responded vigorously. They both gave grunts of pleasure as they hit against each other and the toy pushed deeply into them. More jizz, slid from Kennedy. She could feel its comforting wetness against her skin, before it slid to sheet creating a damp patch. Across from her Willow was also soaking, her eyes were closed and she gasped in pleasure.
They came almost simultaneously, their animal like cries sounding like an two opera singers impersonating howling hyenas. Kennedy pulled the toy out, and fell across a panting Willow. The redheads sweat brushed against Kennedy’s hair, as she gently kissed at Willow’s bare flesh.
"I love you Will," she said.
"Love you too," replied Willow.
*
"Milk, two sugars," Kate handed the coffee to her partner, Detective Boris Livingstone. He took it gracefully and then shivered. The survivor was continuing to talk, repeating the mantra "Deliver us from evil" again and again. Kate took a seat beside the bed, the wide eyed teenager continued to stare at the wall.
"Has he said anything else?" Kate asked.
"Yeah, just after you left he called after you asking if you could bring him a double expresso," Livingstone responded cynically.
"He be out of luck then. The shop doesn’t do anything but filter," Kate grinned, "tell you what why don’t you take a five minute break. You’ve just sat with him, I can take a few minutes on my own."
"Thanks," Livingstone pulled his jacket off the chair and fished out a packet of cigarettes, "Better not tell the nurses I’m off to have a smoke or they’ll be chasing after me like a bunch of mother hens."
"Our secret," Kate tapped her nose conspiratorially. The door closed behind him and she was left alone. The youth went silent again, the only noise was the regular beeps from the machine measuring. Suddenly it sped up as the young man sat bolt upwards, his face etched with panic.
"Deliver us from evil, deliver us from evil," it was more garbled than normally. Then his eyes seemed to focus on Kate and he seemed to relax. Kate’s finger hovered over the bell, wondering whether to ring for the nurses, but he seemed quieter now, looking at Kate with pale blue eyes.
"The woman, the woman who led them…" his voice trailed off. Kate’s hand moved away from the buzzer and reached excitedly for her notebook and pen.
"Go on," her voice was soft as she encouraged him to speak again.
He opened his mouth and then shut it. His eyes flicked to the window and then back to Kate, "I saw her walking in the sun…" he crooned it like it was lyrics from a song, but it was not one that Kate recognised.
"Who? Who did you see?" she asked.
"The demon leader… she walked in the sun," he said. Kate realised his mind was gone, but she wondered if there was some truth in the fragments.
He went silent again, despite all Kate’s calls of encouragement. Then he lay down and started his mantra again, "Deliver us from evil, deliver us from evil."
*
"Hey B – how’s thing’s?"
Buffy looked up from the old manuscript she had been valuing. Faith was standing in the middle of the floor, carelessly holding an expensive Ming vase. Buffy came round from the back of the counter and took the vase from Faith, placing it gently back on its shelf. She pointed at the ‘No touching’ sign.
Faith grinned, "Sorry B. Consider my wrist slapped," her smile was strangely infectious and despite herself Buffy smiled back for a second, before giving the Slayer a more serious look.
"Where did you go yesterday? When I woke you were gone," Buffy asked.
"Things to do," Faith smiled back. Buffy waited for a longer answer, but one didn’t come.
Instead Faith prowled round the antiques store, as Buffy followed her, "You seem to be doing alright," she said.
"We get by. It’s a lot of hard work, but at least when I get in here I know I’m going to return home alive after I’ve done."
Faith grinned. She seemed about to say something, instead her gaze turned to the door as a newcomer entered the shop.
"Hi Mom," said Zoe, "I’m going to head to the Mall for a bit. Is that alright?"
Faith raised her eyebrows, "Yours?"
Buffy gestured her daughter over, "That’s fine sweetie. I’d like you to meet Faith. Faith – my eldest daughter, Zoe. Zoe, Faith is, um, an old school friend of mine."
Faith held out her hand for the teen to shake. Buffy stood awkwardly for a few seconds as her daughter and lover apprised the other. "Faith, why don’t you come round for dinner tomorrow. You can meet Zoe properly."
Faith smiled and then nodded, "I’d love too. I’ll see you tomorrow then."
She turned and left the store. Zoe gave her Mom a smile, "Am I going to have a new step-Mom?"
Buffy blushed, she didn’t think she had been that obvious, "Its too early to say, so don’t tell anyone."
Zoe nodded and looked at Faith’s retreating back.
*
The unmarked police car screeched to halt in front of the hospital. Kate didn’t even bother to turn of the engine, as she opened the door and got out. The car park was full of police cars and vans, each disgorging their occupants; detectives, uniformed beat officers, SWAT teams, even desk sergeants who plodded the streets so rarely they huffed with exertion as they walked.
"We’re going in, Detective," Kate turned to look at the burley officer who had spoken. Cameron, she recalled. He was big anyway, but the bullet proof jacket he was wearing bulked him up considerably, making the Heckler & Koch MP5 he held, seem like a child’s toy.
"I’m going with you," she pulled her own weapon out of the holster. Cameron nodded, as if he had expected that.
There were two police cars already in front of the hospital. One was on its side, a waft of smoke chugged from its engine. The other was upright, but its front window was smashed and bloodied. A broken body in front of it told it’s own story. The hospital’s own security guards looked no better, one was hanging limply from the flagpole, his neck obviously snapped. The other lay against the wall, a pistol still held uselessly in his dead hand.
Inside was no better. Corpses lay everywhere, the floor was slippery with their blood. The nauseating smell of burst intestines made Kate almost gag, and she was glad she hadn’t eaten earlier.
Cameron led his SWAT team through the devastation. They moved up the silent stairwell, weapons ready, now and then pausing to step over a corpse. Cameron pushed open the door on the third floor. Kate closed her eyes briefly; it was as devastated as the ground.
A nurse lay outside the room, a syringe was deep in her eyeball. Kate wondered whether that had killed her, or whether the gaping hole in her neck was the cause. She was grateful that was the Pathologist’s job. Cameron opened the door to the room. The way the furniture lay, Kate guessed that the cops in hear had made a vain attempt to barricade it. They had failed.
The student lay on the bed. Unlike her colleagues, whose faces were twisted in agony and fear, his was serene. As if death was better than the nightmare he was facing. Kate leaned over and brought down his eyelids, those pale eyes wouldn’t see again.
*
"I didn’t know you could cook so well," Faith dried the glass and passed it back to Buffy.
Buffy placed it in the cupboard above her, "You learn certain skills when you’re a Mom," she conceded.
The meal had gone better than Buffy had thought it would. Her daughters seemed unfazed by the new woman in their Mom’s life. Faith had been mysterious enough about their shared past to keep Zoe and Emmy intrigued, but given enough to tell them that this wasn’t an old love rekindled. She had also been much more charming and talkative than Buffy remembered from school, amusing the girls with a fund of jokes. As the meal progressed Buffy had begun to relax as the girls joshed with Faith. She had judged them right, acting like an older sister rather than an friendly auntie.
"Penny for them?" Buffy was interrupted from her reverie by the feel of Faiths arms round her midriff. The brunette’s lips gently nuzzled at Buffy’s neck.
"I was wondering if you were going to stay the night?" Buffy replied. She felt Faith squeeze her tighter, her lips pursed against Buffy’s flesh.
"I am," said Faith. Then she swept Buffy of her feet, easily picking up the blonde in her arm.
She carried her through the living room. The girls were sitting watching the DVD, they turned as Faith and Buffy came in. Faith gave them a wink, "I’m just taking your Mom upstairs to give her a good fucking."
"Faith!" squealed Buffy in embarrassment. Her daughters just laughed, they weren’t innocent children anymore.
"Night," they called as Faith took Buffy upstairs.
Closing the door with her foot, Faith dropped Buffy on the bed and then fell lightly on top of her. Buffy giggled, the comment to her daughter forgotten, as she looked at Faith smiling down at her. The brunette’s hand was on her chest, unbuttoning Buffy’s blouse. Once it was undone she pushed it aside and slid a finger under Buffy’s bra.
It slid round the nipple with a tickling feeling. Faith twirled it round for a few minutes, then she slid her other hand round the back of Buffy and unhooked the bra. Faith pulled up her finger, the bra resting on it and dropped it to the floor.
"They look tasty," she said and then she moved her head down to suckle one tit and then the other. Buffy gasped and groaned in pleasure as Faith’s tongue rapped against the nipple and her teeth squeezed down on it. She didn’t resist as Faith undid her slacks and slid a hand beneath her cotton panties. She continued to suck at Buffy’s tits, swapping from one to the other, as a couple of fingers slid into Buffy’s hole. Faith’s fingers frigged at Buffy, rapping against the clit.
Buffy gasped in excitement. She could feel her panties get damper, the wet patch spread and glued the cotton to Faith’s moving hand.
"Oh my God," the orgasm exploded within her, sending shooting stars of light lancing from her brain. Faith slid the damp fingers from Buffy’s slot and disengaged herself from the titties. Buffy watched as Faith sensually licked her juice of her fingers, she grinned at Buffy as she did so.
"Tastes nice," she said. She stood up and began to undress. Buffy with less clothes to remove was quicker. She sat on the bed and watched as Faith leant over her rucksack, her naked ass staring at Buffy. She pulled out a strap-on and slid it up her thighs. Buffy gulped lustfully as Faith turned to face her and the dong swayed with her movements.
"Let me fuck your butt," said Faith.
There was a pause before Buffy replied. The couple of times she had tried anal with Bel and Spike she hadn’t liked it. However, looking at Faith standing there, rubbing the cock Buffy decided swallow her inhibitions, as long as she could swallow something else first.
"Sure, but let me get the dildo wet first," she jumped off the bed and knelt in front of Faith. Opening her mouth Buffy leant forward, feeling the rubbery taste of the cock in her mouth. Gently she bobbed back and forth, wiping her tongue along the grooves and ridges. Gradually, with each move forward she took in more of the large toy, until she felt it filling her, rubbing against her tonsils.
She could feel her eyes watering and had to fight back an urge to gag. She looked up; Faith was staring back down, unmitigated lust on her face, "I think it’s ready, B" she said.
Buffy dropped the cock from her mouth and stood up. She felt Faith pick her up and deposit her on the bed. The brunette lay on her back.
"If you’re worried about it, sit down on it. That way you control how quickly it goes up you."
Buffy sat on her haunches and lowered herself, until she could feel herself resting her ass hole on the tip of the cock. Faith’s hands went up to clasp Buffy’s buttocks and pull them apart, "Whenever you’re ready B," she said.
Buffy gritted her teeth and lowered herself down, as the dong went in she felt Faith move her hands from her buttocks and move them to underneath her thighs. The dildo threaded in, it was tight and it was painful, but Buffy was determined to go all the way down for Faith. She gave a sigh of relief as she felt her butt, land on Faith. Faith wiggled slightly, and to Buffy’s surprise the movement didn’t hurt as much as she expected. It was still discomforting, but as Faith wiggled some more even that went down.
Faith started to lift her up. Buffy pushed herself down.
"Fuck – that’s good," she gasped in amazement as the cock hit an erogenous zone she didn’t know she had.
"I don’t want to say, I told you so, but…" Faith lifted her up. Buffy returned down faster, enjoying the feeling that the toy produced in her rectum. As Faith lifted her up, Buffy moved her hand to her pussy. As she came down she rubbed at her clit, enjoying a double helping of pleasure.
"You’re so tight," groaned Faith. Her arms strained momentarily as she lifted Buffy up.
Soon they were developing into a rhythm, Buffy felt pleasure flow through her like a fresh stream running down a mountain.
"Fuck me, fuck my ass," at first her groans were quite. As the orgasm wracked her body she got louder and louder, "Fuck me, fuck my ass," she screamed at the top of her voice, no longer caring whether her daughter’s heard. Sweat poured down her body, she could feel Faith’s hands gripping tightly at her as the brunette struggled not to slip on the sheen of Buffy’s body.
"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my asssss," of all the orgasms Buffy had experienced over the years this was the most mind-blowingly intense. It pushed every other sensation from her body and left her mind blank, unable to do anything but squeal an incoherent bunch of syllables.
She dropped from Faith, and lay on the bed. For a few minutes they lay without speaking, as Faith stroked Buffy’s arm.
Finally Buffy said, "Faith…"
"Mmhm," Faith replied.
"You’ll be here when I wake up won’t you?"
Faith leaned across and kissed Buffy gently on the lips, "Tomorrow I get a lie in."
*
"You’re on in five," the girl popped her head round the dressing room door. Lilah Morgan took another look in the mirror, nervously she undid and then redid the top button of her shirt. She had never wanted to be a civil rights lawyer, it wasn’t her forte. She was a corporate lawyer, for Wolfram and Hart, specialising in protecting her demon clients from the vagaries of the justice system.
There had always been an uneasy truce between the forces of law and order and her clients. Both secretly acknowledged the other existed and then pretended they didn’t. It had worked for hundreds of years, until the arrival of thousands of Slayers had driven the demons into the open and made them the world’s newest persecuted minority.
"You’re on," the girl popped her head round the door. Lilah walked down the corridor and onto the stage. The clapping was more muted than she had hoped for, news was still filtering in about the evening’s hospital massacre.
The host Dana Watts, stood up to greet her. Lilah felt a sense of relief as she shook Dana’s hand, the tall, thin woman had a reputation as the most liberal of the LAs talk show hosts.
"Lilah, good of you to come on…" she smiled at Lilah, putting her further at her ease.
"Thanks Dana, it’s good to be here."
"You’re taking a very unpopular position at the moment. Demons should have the same human rights as humans?"
It was an easy first question and Lilah smiled at the audience, "We shouldn’t think of them as human rights, but universal rights for all sentient beings."
Dana nodded as if she was listening to what Lilah was saying, instead of the microphone in her ear, "But tonight, Lilah, demons broke into Sacred Heart hospital. The latest figures we’re hearing is up to a thousand dead, butchered by demons. Do they deserve human rights?"
Lilah smiled again, noting that Dana was still saying human rights, "I agree that some demons are evil. But we shouldn’t judge them as a group because of a few bad apples – do we think all LA cops are corrupt due to Rodney King or all blacks because of OJ Simpson."
"So you think these murdering animals have some good in them. Creatures who disembowel sleeping teenagers, crucify a young barmaid, tear the arms of screaming nurses. You think that they should be allowed to live with the rest of us – putting our families in danger, devouring our neighbourhoods?"
It was a trick question, Lilah thought, a more accomplished media performer could have got out of it, but Lilah could only sit and lick her lips nervously, looking like a scolded dog waiting for a beating.
Dana smiled again. This time there was no warmth in the smile, "Lilah, how much do you earn at Wolfram and Hart?"
"I don’t see…" Lilah started, but Dana interrupted her.
"Isn’t it true that Wolfram and Hart makes it money from defending vampires accused of murdering entire families?"
Lilah remained silent. The audience were shouting and screaming, and Lilah was glad that a few uniformed security guards stepped forward to shield the crowd from the stage.
"How much do you earn Lilah? You didn’t answer the question…"
Lilah opened her mouth and then shut it. She was used to the cut and thrust of courtrooms, but this was ten times worse than being questioned by even the toughest judge – at least they had to pretend they were impartial.
"Not answering Lilah? You earn two hundred thousand a year, four times the salary of your average hard-working American. Do you think it’s blood money?"
"No, er, no, not at…"
"Thank you Miss Morgan," Dana turned to the camera, "We’ll be back after the break, interviewing Mrs Roslyn Sanchez, who lost her only child in a vampire attack."
On a screen above her, Lilah could see the adverts start to roll. Dana stood up, her eyes were hard and mocking, "That went well didn’t it? Would you like a coffee before you leave?"
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