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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
- 1-Warrior for the working day
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 6
- 7
- 8
Author’s note
Also starring
Lyndsy Fonseca as Zoe
Anna Popplewell as Emmy
*
The mobile phone cheeped out its tone, drowning out the constant whirr of messages on the police radio. Kate licked the sugar from the donut from her fingers and picked up the phone. She didn’t recognise the number, which suggested it might be Faith.
It wasn’t.
"Kate Lockley?" asked a female voice.
"Yes."
"I’m a friend of Faith. We have a bit of a situation, it might involve you getting into bed with Wolfram and Hart lawyer."
Kate grimaced, as matter of professionalism she disliked lawyers in general. But Wolfram and Hart, corporate and defence lawyers for demons, she also disliked on a personal level, especially given recent events. She took a deep breath and spoke, "Go on."
If the voice had noted the pause before Kate had replied it didn’t say so, instead it continued, "Lilah Morgan, you may have seen her on the television a few nights ago, seems to have got herself surrounded by a baying mob,"
"Yes," Kate had heard repeated calls on the radio for cars to head towards the lawyer’s house. She hadn’t replied it was a job for uniform and anyway if you made money on human misery, you probably had enough in the bank to pay for some graffiti and smashed windows.
"I’m sure your colleagues can protect her… this time. But get over there and make sure. I’m sure you can give her some security tips and er, make friends with her."
The phone clicked off. Kate looked at her half eaten lunch, swore under her breath and reached for the microphone on the radio, "This Detective Lockley, show me attending the Morgan house."
The rush hour traffic parted as to Kate’s siren, but it still took longer than Kate would have liked to get over to the exclusive neighbourhood where Lilah lived. Kate beeped and switched on her siren, as she edged her car past a sullen looking crowd. A few were holding placards, the spelling, like usual for protests, being of variable quality. The protesters reluctantly allowed her through, a few of the braver ones mouthing obscenities as she passed.
The police line was about twenty yards back from the protesters, and from the way some of the cops looked at Lilah’s house, they felt they were probably on the wrong side. Kate parked her car beside a young looking Lieutenant, who she vaguely knew. He looked up from directing some of his men into riot gear, "Detective Lockley."
"Lieutenant," Kate waited until he’d finished and had sent the riot squad to sit in a van at the end of the cul-de-sac.
"Has anyone seen if she’s alright?" she gestured at Lilah’s house. Once it would have looked a magnificent addition to the neighbour, but not now. The immaculately tended lawn had been torn up, curtains flapped through broken windows and the graffiti scrawled on the walls suggested what the writer would want to do Lilah if they got their hands on her; the kindest comments suggested rape.
"Briefly, when I arrived," said the Lieutenant, "Hasn’t been a sign of her since."
"Mind if I check?"
"Be my guest," the Lieutenant shrugged, the gesture showing that if he hadn’t been a cop he’d have been more than happy for the lawyer to be torn to pieces, and would have probably joined in.
It took a while for the front door to open, despite Kate’s repeated knocks. When it did, it opened just enough to allow Lilah to speak through it. "Y…y…yes," Lilah stuttered.
Kate brandished her warrant, "I’m police. I’ve come to see if you’re alright. Let me in please."
The door closed and there was the sound of the chain being taken off. It opened again and Lilah almost dragged Kate in before slamming the door behind her.
Lilah led her into the living room, "Drink?" she offered.
"I’m on duty," replied Kate.
"I’ll take that as a no then. You don’t mind if I refill," she didn’t wait for Kate to reply, before opening a decanter of Scotch and pouring herself a generous measure. Kate noticed that as much of it went outside the glass as in, as Lilah shook uncontrollably.
It wasn’t a surprise. The windows were shattered, shards of glass littering the floor next to them. Further in were the rocks and other assorted debris that had inflicted the damage, expensive furniture had been upended into some sort of barricade. From the dents and tears in them, it looked like it had been needed.
"Are you alright?" even as Kate spoke she thought it sounded trite, given the circumstances.
Lilah tried a smile, it didn’t come off very well. She didn’t look like someone who smiled a lot, even in the good times. Kate thought that was a shame, beneath the austere surface Lilah was an attractive woman, with the classical good looks found on Greek statues. The paleness of her skin, didn’t dim that illusion. She was tall, but her frame was slender enough that she didn’t dwarf others.
"I’m alive," responded Lilah.
Kate nodded and went to look at the crowd. There was almost a visible anger about them and Kate was glad that the Lieutenant had already kitted out some men in riot gear. When she was in uniform she’d seen demonstrations like this, it didn’t take much for them to erupt like a volcano in an orgy of violence. Indeed already some of the crowd were starting to goad the rest, leading them in a singsong of hate.
Kate frowned as she recognised two of the ring leaders, one was Poppy, the Slayer she had eaten to get to her files. And the other one was the Slayer who had interviewed her, Kate thought for a minute, before coming up with a name, Kylie. She took out her phone and clicked the camera in it, taking shots of the two Slayers. Suddenly the mobile vibrated in her hand as it began to ring. It was a different number, but the same voice as before.
"Hi Kate. Change of plan. It’s not safe to keep Lilah there, you’ll have to take her somewhere else."
"Any suggestions? And you think they’re going to let us waltz through them."
"No and no, but your on the team to help us with these little problems."
The phone cut off. Kate swore under her breath. Outside a brick skittered through the air, flying over the first line of policemen to land with a crack beside the Lieutenant. To his credit, he didn’t overreact, instead he picked up a megaphone and ordered the crowd to disperse. It gave Kate an idea and she quickly outlined it to Lilah.
Opening the front door, she ran over to the Lieutenant. A rock whistled past her head as she ran. He looked up as she approached, "Is she alright?"
"Yes, fine, I’m…" said Kate.
The lieutenant interrupted her as if he wasn’t listening, "I’ve called for reinforcements, I haven’t got enough men to disperse them," he paused, "There’s been another massacre, seems there was another protest outside a Wolfram and Hart lawyers place, a man called Lindsey McDonald. Seems he called demon reinforcements to get him out. Got rid of the demonstrators and about thirty cops."
There was a sinking feeling in Kate’s stomach, she wondered if she was going to regret saving Lilah, not least because it would bring her deeper into the mysterious conspiracy in which she had got herself unwitting embroiled. Then she breathed deeply; it was probably too late and just because McDonald had called demons to do his murderous business, didn’t mean Lilah would. And if she did, Kate would stop her. She felt reassured by the touch of her pistol inside her jacket.
"I don’t want my car dented. I’m going to move it into Morgan’s garage" said Kate.
The Lieutenant looked at her, as if he thought moving it anywhere on Lilah’s property was probably not the best way to protect it. Then he shrugged, "Sure."
Kate only just managed to return to Lilah when the riot began. One second it was sullen, with just one or two unaimed stones, flying through the air. The next, there was a cascade of missiles and the crowd surged forward. The initial thin line of police tried to hold them, but soon they were pushed back.
The street became one huge brawl, as the Lieutenant released the riot squad. They moved in with batons swirling, enough to keep the mob from Lilah’s door, but not enough to keep them out of rock throwing range. Kate held a crying Lilah tight against her as stones raced through the window to clatter against the barricade. Splinters of wood shot in the air as the furniture was pounded by hit after hit.
Then as quickly as it started it was over. Sirens filled the air and Kate could hear shouted directions from the newcomers as the reinforcements moved in. The newcomers broke the resolve of the rioters; most fled, a few unlucky ones were brought down by the cops and cuffed.
Walking out in the street, Kate surveyed the aftermath. A dozen protesters were being half led, half dragged into a van. Kate noted that neither of the Slayers was among them. The Lieutenant walked over to her, he had a newly formed bruise on his forehead and a streak of blood had seeped from his lip.
"She’s safe, for the moment," said Kate.
The Lieutenant nodded, "It’s all over bar the paperwork. I’ll leave half a dozen men here for the moment, just in case they come back. I’d suggest to Miss Morgan she might want to look for a new address."
"I’ll mention it," said Kate, "but, there doesn’t seem anything more for me to do here. I’m off."
The Lieutenant nodded curtly and then turned back to survey the wrecked police cars and line of cops waiting by an ambulance.
Entering the garage through the house, Kate briefly opened the trunk. She nodded to a frightened looking Lilah, "Don’t worry, I’ll take you to my apartment. You’ll be safe there."
*
The track had petered out miles back, but Faith had led Buffy and their daughters through the trees with an unerring sense of direction. In the rucksack Faith had packed were boots as well as trousers and shirts which were more suited to hiking than the clothes they’d fled in. Still to Buffy it felt like they’d been hiking through the forest for an age. The sun had long snuck down, first below the trees and then the horizon. A pale moon, assisted by stars offered some light, but not enough to stop Buffy tripping for about the twentieth time. She uttered an oath.
Faith turned and stopped, "I think we’ve put enough ground between us and them for now. We’ll camp for the night."
From her rucksack Faith pulled out a camp stove and four ready to eat meals. The blue light of the flame cast a strange glow as Faith quickly and efficiently put up the tent, finishing just as the meals came to the boil. They ate in silence, each of the women alone with their thoughts.
The meal over Faith went into her rucksack and pulled out some flannel pyjama’s. She saw Buffy looking at them aghast and grinned, "They may not be sexy, but they’re warm. There’s some in your packs, as well as a sleeping bag."
She stripped out of her clothes and slipped into the pyjamas, Zoe and Emmy did the same. Buffy shrugged, "If I ever want to go camping again, remind me I hate it," she said and changed. She put her dirty clothes into the rucksack and clambered into the tent, the sleeping bag under her arm. The others were already zipped up, but Zoe and Faith cleared a space between them so Buffy could roll out her bag and get in.
There were a few murmurs of ‘night’ and then the tent lapsed into silence. Despite the quietness Buffy couldn’t sleep, the recent events were still reverberating round her mind, first the vampire attack and meeting Faith, then her magical rape by Willow and Kennedy and finally the attempted kidnap of her daughters. She lay for hours, the only sound being the hoot of an owl.
Then from behind her she could hear the zip of Faith’s sleeping back being undone, she started to turn as she felt Faith undo her own sleeping bag. In the darkness she could see Faith’s pearly white teeth beaming above her. They came nearer until she could feel Faith’s chin rest on her shoulder, her lips nuzzled Buffy’s ear, "I’m horny," whispered Faith, "are you?"
Even as she spoke her hand slid into Buffy’s open sleeping bag and down the elastic of Buffy’s pyjamas. Her finger stroked at Buffy’s cunt lips and the blonde stifled a giggle, "Yes, but we can’t. The girls are asleep and I don’t want to wake them."
"We could be quiet," Faith’s finger traced a more intricate pattern around Buffy’s slot, briefly sliding into the top of Buffy’s hole, almost driving Buffy to squeal in excitement.
"I wish," said Buffy reluctantly, "but you make me noisy."
"I have an idea," whispered Faith. Buffy sighed, a mixture of relief and frustration, as Faith rolled away from her. She could hear her lover rooting about in her rucksack for a few moments and then she was back leaning on Buffy.
"Open wide," Faith whispered.
Buffy did as she was told and Faith placed a pair of panties in her mouth, through the taste of cotton Buffy could taste a slight hint of Faith’s juice, "Today’s panties," explained Faith, "they should mask the noise. If you still want to fuck of course…"
Buffy nodded. She could hear Faith rooting around in the rucksack. Whilst she waited Buffy brought down her pyjamas to her knees, she rolled over slightly so that her ass was facing Faith, she hoped the slayer would get the hint of which hole to use.
Faith slid an arm under Buffy’s body, Buffy lifted herself to allow it easy access and then leant down again. Faith hand slid under her top, moving upwards until she got to Buffy’s tits, where she started to lightly tweak the nipples. Her lips moved forward so that she was nuzzling at Buffy’s neck and Buffy thought she heard sweet murmuring from her.
Faith’s other hand moved over Buffy’s thigh. If it hadn’t been for the deadening of the panties, Buffy would have let loose a yell of excitement as one of Faith finger’s threaded into her slit. She bucked forward as Faith started to finger-fuck, each probe getting closer and closer to the clit.
Buffy felt Faith’s leg sliding over her thigh at the same time as she felt the edge of the strap-on against her ass. She moved a hand and pulled at her butt-cheeks, widening the hole to help Faith in. The Slayer grunted something and slowly pushed the cock up Buffy.
The feeling was sensational, the dildo drilled deep into Buffy and she grunted against the panties as Faith began to lever in and out. With both her holes in use, Buffy felt the first stirrings of the orgasm quickly wash through her body. She blew at the panties, desperate to make noise. The only sound was the squeak of escaping air.
Faith was quietly mumbling behind her "Baby, baby, you’re so good. Oh B…"
The Slayer had started slow, but deep, but as she continued the cock went in easier and Buffy could feel her speeding up. With each thrust Faith banged against her, even through the pyjama’s Buffy could feel Faith’s rock hard nipples in her back. As the hammering continued Buffy could feel a second orgasm building up. It built on the foundations of the last, into a rip-roaring blast of pure pleasure.
The panties couldn’t take the explosion of air that came up from Buffy’s lungs. They flew out of her mouth as Buffy uttered a high pitched shriek of lust. She was dimly aware of Zoe and Emmy sitting bolt-upright, as if an alarm clock had gone off in their ears. Buffy no longer cared – all she wanted was for the feelings that she was experiencing to continue.
"More, more fuck me harder, please one more time," she pleaded.
Faith complied, but before she restarted she removed her finger from Buffy’s cunt, "Since you’ve lost my panties," she said and put the damp digit in Buffy’s mouth. Buffy started to suck off her own juice as Faith began to fuck her again. The taste of her cum added to her feelings of lust. The cock went in and out again, and even in the cool of the night Buffy could feel Faith’s sweat, as the Slayer’s thigh slid up and down her own in rhythm with the strap-on.
"Oh Faith, that’s so good. You’re fucking me, oh more, harder," Buffy babbled a stream of consciousness as Faith took the finger from her mouth and returned it to it’s proper hole. It rammed against her clit, making it a race between her pussy and ass on which would explode first.
They came together in a cataclysm of joy. Buffy shrieked and bucked, loosing all sense of decorum and sanity. Her entire body felt like one exploding star.
"Yeesssssss," she shrieked.
There was a pop as Faith pulled out the cock for the last time. She lay on her back, breathing heavily. Buffy continued to lie still, fearing if she moved that the wonderful back-blast of the orgasm would flee.
"Have you finished now?" asked Emmy primly, "we were trying to sleep."
*
The CD slid out of Kate’s PC. She picked up an inedible marker and wrote on the disc ‘Slayer pictures Lilah Morgan’. The disc was then placed in between the covers of a book and returned to the shelf, before Kate deleted the pictures from the phone. She told herself she was being paranoid, but a terrible feeling in her stomach continually convinced her she wasn’t being.
She walked into the kitchen, the milk on the cooker was starting to bubble. Kate switched it off and got down a cup from the cupboard. There was a delicious smell of warm milk as she transferred the liquid from the pan to the cup. She briefly looked at the half empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the sideboard, then decided that Lilah had drunk enough alcohol for the day.
The lawyer was in Kate’s spare room. She was sitting up in bed, wearing an old T-shirt of Kate’s. Whilst the quilt covered it was a small T-shirt and Kate knew it wouldn’t cover anything below the waist. She pushed the image that crept into her mind away and sat on the bed handing the cup to Lilah.
"You feeling better?" Kate asked.
Lilah held the cup two handed and raised it to her lips, "Yes. I’m… I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there."
She passed the cup back to Kate, who for some reason found herself blushing, "It was nothing," she tried to brush of the compliment, "they wouldn’t have got in."
"But you must have known it was dangerous," Lilah rested her hand on Kate’s thigh. Kate moved her leg slightly, but the hand didn’t move. It felt comfortable.
"I had a line of riot police between them and me," Kate moved her own hand so that it rested on her thigh, just barely grazing against Lilah’s.
"That’s not what I meant, I meant the demons," a finger from Lilah’s hand moved to intertwine with Kate’s pinkie, the cop didn’t switch her hand away, "Lindsey didn’t call them," added Lilah.
"I know," said Kate and leant in to kiss Lilah. The lawyer’s lips were soft and warm, as Kate pressed against them they opened, inviting Kate to sweep her tongue in. Kate explored the mouth, pressing against Lilah’s tongue and teeth as she probed.
As they made out Kate could feel Lilah’s hand moving from her thigh and starting to undo Kate’s blouse. Kate waited until all the buttons were undone, then she shrugged it off, still without moving her mouth from Lilah’s. The lawyer’s hands swept behind her back and fiddled with Kate’s bra. The clip snapped off and for a few seconds the bra balanced on Kate’s tits, she wiggled slightly and felt the bra fall onto the bed. Lilah’s hand closed on Kate’s tits, squeezing and rubbing them, pushing Kate into a stronger tonguing. She pushed forward, driving Lilah down onto the bed, so that she was lying on top of her.
"Let me take these off," Kate rolled off Lilah and off the bed. She undid her jeans, dropping them to the floor. She could see Lilah looking at her thong and licking her lips with anticipation. Kate turned away and pulled the thongs down to her ankles, she wiggled her naked ass at Lilah, hearing the lawyer let out a quick gasp of appreciation. Stepping out of her panties she turned round, "Like what you see?"
"Yes, I loved smooth pussy," Lilah pulled the quilt away from her body. As Kate had suspected the T-shirt only covered the top half of her cunt. As Kate hoisted the T-shirt up to Lilah’s waist it didn’t even cover that. She crawled on top of the lawyer so that the lips of their twats touched. Kate opened her mouth and began to bite and lick Lilah’s exposed throat, the lawyer moaned and began to move up and down, slowly.
With each movement, their cunts grazed together, sending sparks flashing through Kate. Lilah began to speed up and Kate began to rub against her as well, their pussies began to wet, soaking liquid spilling out and intermingling in a juicy gauze across their flesh. Each movement sent jizz sliding out, it also sent rafts of excitement through the two women, encouraging them to go faster.
Lilah came first. The shudders of her body became more pronounced, as she bucked back and forth. She screamed out in pleasure. Kate redoubled her efforts, prolonging Lilah orgasm and speeding towards her own. Kate’s jizz was coming out in sheets, her mouth was open as she let out primitive cries and her entire body seemed to be exploding, like a series of firecrackers.
"Oh my God," Kate shrieked as the orgasm ripped through her body. She let go of Lilah and fell on the bed beside her. For a few seconds she gasped for breath, then she turned over and took the lawyer in her arms, "I better sleep here," she murmured into Lilah’s ear, "just in case."
The lawyer gave a sigh of contentment and spooned herself deeper into Kate.
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