OT Fic: Calling Doctor Jones (1/1) (F/C)

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I'm posting this here even though it's the wrong coupledom simply 
because it is inspired (if you can call it that) by another fic that 
was posted on this list. If you hate F/C (or my stories) please feel 
free to ignore this.
Ciao
Angelina

TITLE: Calling Doctor Jones
AUTHOR: Angelina (angelina2006@h...)
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. 
Except Indiana Jones who belongs to George Lucas?lucky thing.
SUMMARY: Very short PWP story (really just an excuse to get Faith 
naked) inspired by a comment made by Cordelia in my fic `The Vamp 
Trap' - you might want to read that before you read this 
PAIRING: Cordy/Faith
SPOILERS: None. Alternate Season 3. In the same universe as my 
other recent stuff.
DISTRIBUTION ? You want it? It's yours, just drop me an e-mail.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: All feedback welcome. "Mochas?" "Yes please!" 

Cordelia lay sprawled across Faith's bed on her stomach. She was 
flipping through a magazine aimlessly. She thanked the Lord that she 
had had the presence of mind to leave some copies of Cosmo and Vogue 
in Faith's motel room in the hope that she would start reading them 
instead of those silly comic books she insisted on poring over.  
Cordelia sighed. How had she ever got herself involved with someone 
like Faith? Then a smile played at her lips. She didn't care how, 
or why. She was just glad that she had someone as caring and loyal 
and loving and cute and protective and sweet and sexy and? the list 
went on. Faith may not have been perfect, but she was perfect for 
Cordelia and that was what mattered. One of her current 
imperfections was that she had kept Cordelia waiting for 20 minutes 
while she pottered around in the bathroom.

"Faith, what are you doing in there? You said you'd be right back." 
Cordelia whined.

"I'm just coming." Faith called back.

"You'd better not be, that's my job," said Cordelia distractedly as 
she shook her head in wonder at Jennifer Love Hewitt's latest fashion 
disaster.  

The door to the bathroom opened. Cordelia looked up. Her breath 
caught in her throat as she absorbed the sight in front of her.  
Faith stood in the doorway bathed in the light from the bathroom.  
Her legs were bare and she was wearing a pair of black panties. Held 
up by her hips was a gun-belt. From the belt dangled a holster 
containing a handgun and a wound up bullwhip. Tucked into said belt 
was a worn and ripped khaki shirt. Only one button was fastened and 
the shirt was far too small for what it was attempting to cover, 
leaving very little to Cordelia's imagination. Faith's hair was 
loose and flowing in waves over her shoulders. She was wearing her 
trademark smirk. But the `piece de resistance' was the hat, perched 
slightly askew atop her head.

"Woah." Cordelia breathed, standing up. There were so many hormones 
pulsing through her body that speech seemed a little too difficult at 
that particular moment. Smiling at Cordelia's reaction, Faith 
unhooked the whip from her belt and cracked it once, revelling in the 
satisfying sound it made.

"You like?" she enquired, winding the whip up once more.

Cordelia, still unsure of her ability to speak, nodded slowly. Her 
eyes raked over Faith's body. She brought a hand up and dabbed at 
the corners of her mouth in case she was drooling.

"I thought you might like the outfit." Faith continued. "Of course, 
me bein' a big archeologist and all, I'll have to explore you 
thoroughly."

Cordelia finally found her voice. "Oh yeah? What would you be 
looking for, Dr Jones?"

Faith shrugged. "I won't know till I find it. But I'd bet my bottom 
dollar that there's heaps of hidden treasure in this here site."

"Oh yeah baby, you'll have to go deep into my secret caverns to 
locate my most prized artefacts." Cordelia's voice was much huskier 
than usual. She wanted to touch Faith so badly but she wanted to let 
Faith lead the way. Faith unfurled her whip once again and with a 
quick flick of her wrist she managed to wind it around Cordelia's 
waist without hurting her.

"I got you now. You're mine to do with what I want."

"Discover me, I'm yours for the taking." Cordelia held up her hands 
in submission. Faith jerked the whip and Cordelia was pulled towards 
her. She caught her in her arms and leaned her back like she'd seen 
guys do in old movies.

"I think I got me a precious gem here." she whispered, looking deep 
into Cordelia's eyes.

"Yeah? Thinking about making a quick buck?"

"Nope. This particular gem is priceless. There's nothin' anybody in 
the world could offer me for it that I'd want."

Cordelia cupped Faith's face and brought their lips together in a 
heated kiss. Faith brought them back into an upright position. When 
they parted they were both breathing heavily, excited and aroused.  
Cordelia brought her hands down Faith's shoulders and over her 
breasts. She took hold of the material of the shirt and pulled, 
bursting the already strained button. Faith looked at her, amusement 
twinkling in her eyes.

"What? I always wanted to do that." Cordelia smiled sheepishly.  
Faith shook her head and pulled Cordelia into a tight hug, laughing 
against her shoulder. She turned her head slightly and kissed 
Cordelia slowly and tenderly.

"I kinda love you C."

"I'm sort of fond of you too."

"Cool." And without warning Faith picked Cordelia up and threw her 
onto the bed. She shrieked with fright and delight. Faith jumped up 
and stood over her prone body, a leg on either side of Cordelia's 
hips. She unfastened her belt and let it fall. Cordelia caught it 
and threw it to the side. Next came the shirt, which was also tossed 
away. Soon Faith wore nothing but a smile and the hat. She moved to 
take that off too but Cordelia spoke up. 

"No, keep the hat on. You look really sexy in it."  

Faith grinned. She left the hat where it was. "OK Ms Chase.  
Prepare yourself. You're about to star in `Faith Jones: Raider of 
the lost panties'."

"As long as there are no snakes involved."

"Nope, just me. Will I do?"

"Guess you'll have to won't you?" Cordelia smiled and held her hand 
up. Faith accepted the invitation and lay down on top of Cordelia, 
kissing her hungrily.  

And the rest of the night was devoted to playing out the scenes that 
Spielberg inexplicably left out of his classic trilogy.

THE END