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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
Author’s note
Also starring
Lyndsy Fonseca as Zoe
Anna Popplewell as Emmy
*
Gently Dawn disengaged herself from the sleeping Tara and climbed out of bed. Putting on a robe Dawn looked at the sleeping blonde, she looked hardly older than when she… died. At first Dawn had wondered whether she was undead, but she had felt the blonde against her, feeling her heartbeat, the warmth of her skin, the gasps of breath as she’d cum. They had made love all day and much of the night, only breaking when Tara had to leave briefly, following a phone call.
They had done it so many times Dawn had lost count; the living room, kitchen, hall, shower room and even the bedroom had resounded to their screams. Sometimes the sex had been wild, passionate and hard, other times it had been soft, tender and subdued. But each time it had been great, better than any Dawn had experienced in twenty years.
As Dawn looked at, what was now, the younger woman, Tara turned. The bedding drifted away from her as she moved, exposing her ample tits, the same tits Dawn had to remind herself she had been suckling the night before. They looked even better now, even though nothing had physically changed, the sleeping blonde looked so sweet, so damn sexy. Reluctantly Dawn pulled on a robe and left her lover. After twenty years of death Tara probably needed her rest and breakfast in bed would be a good way to wake her up.
Dawn opened the fridge and pulled out a couple of eggs, walking over to the cooker she absently switched on the TV. Buffy’s face stared out of the portable. Almost dropping the eggs in shock, Dawn reached for the remote and turned up the volume.
"…Summers. Law Enforcement Agencies around the country are looking for her and her two teenage daughters, together with another, yet unidentified, woman. They have warned that Ms Summers should be considered as extremely dangerous.
"Once again this is a newsflash. Buffy Summers is wanted by the Slayers Council following a serious assault on a Slayer team, supported by local police officers. Anyone with any knowledge of her whereabouts should ring 911 immediately. Do not approach… she has been known to have Vampire lovers in the past and is considered a demon supporter."
Dawn reached up and turned off the TV, "Oh Buffy… what have you done?"
*
In the cold light of the morning Lilah looked even more attractive than the night before. She still had her classical profile, but there seemed more colour in her skin and for a brief second Kate had even imagined that she had seen a brief smile edge at her mouth following a quip from the cop. The lawyer was wearing an old robe of Kate’s but nothing else; its knot wasn’t tied tightly enough and as Lilah moved round the kitchen she kept flashing bits of her flesh at Kate.
Not that Kate minded. She had never imagined she’d ever have a lawyer in her apartment, never mind one wandering around semi-naked. But now it had happened Kate found she was enjoying it.
Lilah put the last of the breakfast dishes in the washer and turned back towards Kate. The robe flapped with her movement, and Kate caught a too brief glimpse of Lilah’s snatch. The cop patted her knee and grinned, "I guess you’re not going into the office today."
There was no answer from Lilah, but she took the hint and moved over to sit on Kate’s knee. As she sat down her robe rode up, uncovering her butt. Kate sighed as she felt the smooth flesh, rub against her own naked thighs. This time there was definitely a slight upturning of Lilah’s mouth in response to Kate’s sigh.
"I still haven’t said ‘thanks’", Lilah said.
"Last night was thanks enough," replied Kate, "though if you want to thank me more…"
There was no answer from Lilah, but Kate could feel the other woman’s hand slide beneath the hem of her T-shirt, moving around until she found Kate’s slit. Kate gave a groan of gratitude as Lilah hand massaged at her lips, before sliding a finger in. The finger slid around the hole, guided by Kate’s grunts until Lilah found the bud. As Lilah began to push her finger up and down Kate lightly took her wrist, stopping the movement, but keeping the finger in place.
"Hold on a minute," she smiled. She undid the robe and pushed aside the material. Lilah’s fleshly shaved pussy was now on display. Kate could smell the damp, musky scent of arousal coming from it. Her hand moved down and she slid a couple of her own fingers in, feeling Lilah’s thighs move as the other woman moved to accommodate her.
Letting go off Lilah’s wrist Kate allowed her to resume frigging her, she also returned the favour. Her fingers quickly found the others clit, and Kate felt satisfaction as Lilah’s mouth opened to let out a silent breath of pleasure. The two of them gazed at each other faces, watching their expressions change and contort with each movement of the fingers.
Then Kate moved forward, her mouth opened. Lilah met her half way. Their tongues moved against each other, replicating the rhythm of their wrists. A warm flush of excitement grew in Kate, making her kiss Lilah more passionately. She could feel the dampness of her own pussy as the liquid seeped out of the walls and started to fill the hole, Lilah was just as wet, the liquid sticking against Kate’s fingers like warm, soapy water.
"Uuurrrgghhh" Kate had to break the kiss, "aaaaaghhhhh, ahhhiiiieee."
As the orgasm exploded Kate’s head went back, her flowing lock of hairs twirling round like a hurricane. Her back arched and tensed, and only Lilah’s quick reactions in grabbing at her wrist kept Kate’s fingers in the lawyer’s cunt. Even so Kate paused, until her body returned to a less heightened state before resuming her finger fucking. Lilah gasped and groaned, hot breaths exploded from her mouth as Kate hit the spot. More and more jizz slid from Lilah’s twat until it was dribbling from her hole and down into a sticky mess on Kate’s thighs.
"Yesss, yesss, yessss," Lilah screamed. Kate could feel the lawyer’s body start to shake and she increased the speed of her fingers, prodding the clit hard.
"Oh my…. Fucking… oh my…" Lilah shrieked incoherently as she came. Her head flicked back and she yowled in excitement.
Kate pulled her fingers out, she waited until Lilah’s breathing was even again and then moved them up to the lawyer’s mouth. Lilah’s tongue came out and she licked clean the jizz.
There was a buzz from Kate’s mobile. Reluctantly she moved Lilah from her knee and walked over and picked it up.
"Have you watched the news this morning?" it was the same voice that had directed her to Lilah, from the background noise Kate guessed she was in a car.
"Yes, I assume you want me to rescue this Buffy the Slayers are after," Kate replied.
"No. That’s being taken care off. She originally came from a place called Sunnydale – quite a celebrity in her younger days. Do some digging…" the caller hung up.
Kate sighed and looked at her watch. She was due some vacation time, but it looked like she’d be spending it in a suburban town, rather than her original plan of a Hawaiian beach.
*
Buffy was hot and sweaty, but not in a good way. They had been walking all morning and she was exhausted. Once she could have run the distance and back, without even breaking sweat, but that was a long time ago. She had thought she was fit for her age, and indeed she was. But her fitness was nothing compared to Faith and her two daughters.
Up ahead she saw the other three stop at the top of the hill, Emmy and Zoe sat down as Faith strode back to Buffy.
"You alright?" the brunette asked.
Buffy nodded, aware that if she spoke her voice would betray her exhaustion.
Faith smiled at her, "Don’t worry. It’s not far, once we get to the top of the hill its down hill all the way to the highway. Then I’ve got us a lift."
Again Buffy nodded, but she was grateful that Faith had taken one of her arms and was helping her climb the uneven ground.
Her daughters gave sympathetic smiles as Buffy sat down. Zoe passed her Mom a water bottle and Buffy drank the contents greedily. Faith was looking down at the highway. It was a couple of hundred yards away, through an open, flat field, Buffy noticed gratefully. For a few minutes Faith just stood, then she turned to them, "Looks like our ride’s here."
On the highway a people carrier had pulled into the hard shoulder. A figure got out and waved in their direction, before climbing back in the driving seat.
It took them a gentle five-minute walk to get down to the people carrier. With a sigh Buffy pulled of her rucksack and dropped it to the floor. Faith had opened the trunk and was putting her own rucksack in. She picked up Buffy’s as the blonde opened the passenger door.
"Hi Buffy," said Amy Maddison with a nervous smile.
Buffy looked at the witch with a scowl, the last time she had seen her she had been out of control and desperately pulling Willow with her. It would be fair to say that Buffy hadn’t forgiven her for almost sending her best friend insane.
"It’s Amy," Buffy shut the door and turned accusingly to Faith.
"I know B, I didn’t tell you earlier as I knew you’d wig out. Don’t worry she’s on our side."
"I’m not getting in a car with her," Buffy swung round to gesture at her daughters, "and neither are Zoe and Emmy."
There was an exaggerated sigh from Faith, "Look B, you don’t have a choice. You’re currently public enemy numero uno. If you don’t come with Amy, the Slayers will get us all in days."
Buffy stood her ground.
There was another sigh from Faith, "B, its complicated, but I’ll explain later. Trust me please."
With a great show of reluctance Buffy opened the car door and got in the back seat, joined by Emmy and Zoe who didn’t know what the fuss was about. Faith got into the passenger seat, nodded at Amy, who returned her nod, before putting the car into gear and returning to the highway.
For the next while they drove in silence. Buffy began to drift off to sleep, exhausted by the hike and lulled by the smooth motion of the people carrier. She was woken by Faith. The brunette had removed her seatbelt and was twisted in her seat shaking Buffy’s knee.
"We’re being followed," she said.
"Are you sure?" Buffy looked out the back, behind them were dozens of vehicles, none looked the suspicious.
"We’re sure," said Amy, "I swapped lanes a couple of times. Each time it followed us."
"Don’t worry I’ll deal," said Faith. She reached up and undid the sunroof. There was a common gasp from surprise from the backseat, as she heaved herself up and onto the roof. She poked her head back in, "Let them get closer."
Amy slowed the car down. Buffy looked out the back. All the vehicles, but one; were overtaking them in a parping of horns and single finger gestures. One car didn’t, instead it began to move closer to their rear. Inside it were two young women, the passenger seemed to be holding something as she wound down the window.
"Get down," screamed Buffy, pulling her daughters closer to her she slid down in her seat. The rear window shattered as the bullets punched through it. There was a scream, Buffy realised it was her, as the glass showered on top of them. There was another burst of gunfire and above Buffy sunlight shone through holes in the roof.
Faith leapt. The driver of the other car saw what she was doing and swerved. It was too late, Faith landed with the grace of a cat, on the cars bonnet. She dropped down, feeling for a handhold as the driver tried to throw her off.
Handhold established Faith’s hand shot out. She grabbed the gunwoman’s wrist and for a second the two of them struggled before Faith’s superior strength and training paid off.
She yanked hard, the gunwoman was pulled half in, half out of the open window.
Letting go off the woman’s wrist, Faith hand moved to under her waist. She pushed hard and the woman’s precarious position was lost. The gunwoman screamed in agony as she hit the ground, a scream cut off as a truck behind didn’t have time to brake.
The driver redoubled her efforts. Faith’s rose her fist and with a grunt of pain smashed it through the window. Her hand gripped the steering wheel and she twisted it.
The driver panicked and tried to correct it. Faith didn’t see if she succeeded, but stood up again and backwards somersaulted onto the people carrier.
The car driver had swung the wheel too much. There was a screech of metal and rubber as the car flipped over.
Faith dropped back into the people carrier, her knuckles were bleeding, "That should give us some time," she said with satisfaction.
The rest of the drive was uneventful, albeit, without a rear window, chilly. Eventually they went off the highway and followed a series of progressively smaller roads, until, just after dark, they got to a white farmhouse, isolated from any neighbours by fields and small copses of trees.
Faith opened the trunk and started to get out the rucksacks. Buffy stretched and then looked at the farmhouse as the front door was opened from the inside.
"You have a good trip?" asked a voice from the doorway.
"Darla!" gasped Buffy.
*
"So Buffy escaped?" Giles put the tips of his fingers together and leant back into his seat.
"She was helped by Faith," explained Willow. Then without waiting for an invitation she took the seat at the desk opposite the Watcher. She watched as he thought in silence, as he often did when he remembered Buffy.
Finally he spoke again, "No matter. It would have been nice to bring her back, but if she’s sided with Faith she’s with the demons. Next time give orders to kill on sight."
"You still fear she’ll get her powers back?" Willow asked.
"It’s not inconceivable. It’s bad enough fighting Faith, but with Buffy as well… it could get messy."
Willow got up, "I’ll give the orders then."
Giles nodded and watched her go, then he began to remember teenage Buffy again. It had been a hard decision, but he was sure it was the right one.
*
From upstairs could be heard the sound of a bed’s headboard banging against the wall. The muffled cries and shrieks confirmed to Zoe what her Mom and Faith were doing; she thought it was sweet.
She glanced across to where her sister was sitting on Darla’s lap. The two of them were interlocked, their lips crushed against each other. It hadn’t taken long after their Mom had gone upstairs for Emmy to move over to Darla to thank her for dinner. Even as Zoe watched, she could see Emmy slide a hand into the vampire’s blouse and start to grope at the tit beneath.
"Sorry about that I needed to make a quick call," Zoe gaze’s switched from her sister to a slightly dishevelled Amy. Emmy and her Mom weren’t the only ones having fun.
"So where were we?" grinned Amy as she sat down so close to Zoe that there bodies were touching.
"I was thanking you for saving us," replied Zoe. She opened her mouth and let the older witches tongue slide in. The teen pushed back, moving her own tongue over Amy’s try to pin it to the roof of her mouth. She failed as she knew she would, but it was enjoyable to try.
She didn’t stop Amy as the woman pulled up her T-shirt, until it exposed Zoe’s plump tits. Amy moved her lips from Zoe’s and moved down to the nipples. Zoe gave a sound so satisfaction as Amy's tongue slid over a hard teat. The blonde moved round, licking at the hard brown flesh and leaving a trail of saliva as she moved onto its twin. There was a light nip this time as Amy’s teeth probed down. Zoe gave a grunt, "Oh yes," she whispered into the ether.
From the corner of her eye she saw her sister and Darla stand up, "We’re off to bed," giggled Emmy, taking Darla’s hand she almost ran up the stairs.
Amy continued to play with Zoe’s tits. Then Zoe remembered it was she was supposed to be thanking Amy, not the other way round. She got off the seat and finished pulling off her T-shirt.
"I better thank you properly," she grinned and leant over Amy to undo the witch’s slack. She pulled them off, pausing only to remove Amy’s trainers. There was a patch of damp on Amy’s panties and they stuck to the blondes slot for a second as Zoe reached up and pulled them down. There was a small tuft of blonde hair, just above the snatch, enough to look decorative, but not so much that she would be picking it out of her teeth later the teen noted thankfully.
Zoe dropped to her knees, "Balance your legs on my shoulders," she said.
Shuffling forward Zoe licked her lips at the thought of the tasty slot in front of her. She leant down and pushed her tongue against the lips, not yet going into the hole. Above her she could here Amy mutter something appreciatively. Rolling her eyes upwards Zoe could see that Amy’s eyes were closed, a blissful looking smile on her face, one hand was groping at a tit through her the thin material of her blouse.
Zoe’s eyes dropped as she began to concentrate on what she was doing. Slowly she pushed her tongue into Amy’s slot, feeling the walls expand as the tongue touched them. Juice bit her tongue, before it trickled back against her taste buds. She gently explored the hole, enjoying the touch of her tongue against the warm flesh and the taste of Amy’s juice, but mainly enjoying the obvious impact it was having on the blonde witch, who was groaning heavily and stretching in excitement.
Zoe’s tongue slid over a bud of hard flesh, there was a shriek from Amy and Zoe knew she had found the clit. She moved her tongue away for a second, allowing Amy to stop screaming. Then she moved it back.
"Fuck… fuck… that’s so good," wailed the blonde. Then she began to moan loudly as Zoe concentrated on probing at the G-spot. More and more jizz leaked out, covering Zoe’s chin and trickling down her neck. She ignored the dampness and concentrated on ramming at Amy. The blonde was shaking and babbling incoherently. Then she let out another scream and her entire body thrust upwards.
Zoe wiped her lips and looked up at Amy. The blonde slowly recovered her equilibrium then she smiled at the teen kneeling beneath her legs, "That was some thank you…."
*
Buffy was still tingling from the multiple orgasms Faith had given her. She snuggled tighter against her lover’s firm body as she listened to the sounds of Emmy orgasming in the room next door. A side effect of the spell Willow had cast on her and her daughters was how Buffy thought about their sex lives. A few weeks ago, she’d have been horrified to even think her daughters were having sex, never mind to hear it. But now, she was much more relaxed, she even felt a slight turn on as she thought about what Emmy was doing to make her scream so loudly and passionately. She pushed herself deeper against Faith.
For a few minutes they lay in silence, until Emmy’s cries faded. Then Buffy spoke, "Faith?"
"What?" Faith answered sleepily.
"Over dinner…" she paused.
"Yes," said Faith, the Slayer’s body shifted as she disentangled herself from Buffy and started to sit up.
"You said you’d tell me what the hell was going on."
There was a sigh from Faith, "You know what happened when you released the potential of all the Slayers. Suddenly there’s thousands of them all over the world. When there were just the two of us, I wouldn’t say we were winning, but we weren’t loosing either. Thousands of Slayers tipped the balance, suddenly we were winning…
"Don’t get me wrong B, in the early days when you were still around, a lot of the demons were bad bastards who needed killing. We smoked them out wherever they were… But gradually it changed. There’s lots of demons around who would no more harm a person than would a Buddhist monk, but once we got the big bads Willow and Giles started going after them all. They said we need to clear the world of the demon taint.
"There was one day we hit a demon haunt – except it turns out they weren’t evil, but Jacobizi demons, who are so fucking pacifist they won’t even drink milk in case extracting it hurt the cow. Of course that wasn’t the worse thing – they weren’t even adults, it was a demon crèche. But Will said to kill them all. That’s when I left…
"I wandered for a bit. If you keep your ear to the ground you started to hear stories. The media represented them as Slayers saving the world from evil, but I was hearing of harmless families murdered, tribes wiped out, genocide…
"It was then I bumped into Amy. She’d spent a lot of time going off the rails, but had got herself back on track and was working with some demon orphans, trying to make sure they could integrate into human society. It was fun, helping her and feeling we made a real difference. We didn’t off course; the Slayers swooped in one day whilst we were out, killed the youngest and took the elder – for training purposes…
"I guess we realised then we needed allies. Amy is still a powerful witch. She was able to bring back Darla, as vampire, but with a soul this time, luckily. I was sent to see if you were still a Slayer and could be of use. I guess I found you weren’t…"
There was a pause from Faith and she lightly stroked at Buffy’s naked shoulder, "But I’m glad I went back anyway…"
"So what do we do next?" Buffy smiled at Faith in the darkness.
Faith sunk back down and pulled the covers up, "Let’s sleep."
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