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Title: How to Fix a Broken Slayer Author: The Bear! Spoilers: Season Sux, Episode 14,
‘As You Were’ (a.k.a. the Riley Returns episode) Pairing: B/Sam Summary: Buffy is not doing
well. Fortunately a visit from an ex brings unexpected benefits. Warnings: NC17 (just to be
safe. It could be a hard ‘R’ I suppose. It’s not
extremely graphic, but does depict lovely lesbian lustage!) Disclaimer: If I owned ‘em,
they’d have to show it on the Ecstasy Network. Author’s Note: You may have
seen this before. (You may be asking why it’s here, given the
pairing) Well...my muse has thrown me a bone, but it wasn’t
RR&R unfortunately. It turned out to be a sequel to this. So, I
thought I’d post this just to get you caught up. Expect the sequel Saturday
night. (Sunday I have to go away for a week, so I’m going to be sure to
get it done before then!) ========== BtVS
========== BtVS ========== BtVS ========== ‘Could this day get any weirder?’
Buffy thought, having to suppress the urge to laugh. Right now, laughter
might end in hysterics. Her mind wandered as she walked
through the graveyard in silence. Only the sound of her feet shuffling
through the grass disturbed the silence. ‘One minute I’m
scraping grease off of the grill at the DMP, the next I’m hunting a demon
with Riley Finn! Yes folks, my ex is back… oh and he brought his
wife! Then, as if things weren’t already messed up, he sent me on
patrol with her!!’ the Slayer thought, franticly confused by this turn of
events. ‘Here I am, pleasantly numb
and unfeeling as normal, and he walks in to see me in my lovely orange
uniform… the man I loved. The man I chased and was too late to stop
from leaving. The man I obsessed about for months afterward; and I
felt…’ Buffy’s mind went silent as she tried to
remember the feelings Riley’s return had provoked. Several paces later she had
nothing. ‘Nothing. All that drama, and I barely managed to
feel anything except embarrassed. Even that wasn’t much of a
feeling. Lately all I feel is… empty.’ ‘I think I’m really
messed up,’ Buffy thought. ‘I just wish I could care about
it.’ Shaking her head to leave that
subject behind, Buffy shot a sidelong glance at Sam Finn, Riley’s wife,
walking silently next to her. ‘Well, he definitely traded up in the
looks department!’ she thought. ‘I should be jealous, I
guess. I’m not sure why, though.’ Buffy Let her eyes trail up and
down the black spandex covered form, taking in the slim waist above a graceful
heart-shaped backside. High on her torso, Sam’s breasts were round
and full despite the skin-tight outfit. Her neck was long and slender,
and her face belonged on a supermodel, not a demon hunter. ‘She
really is beautiful,’ Buffy thought, sensing some reaction in her body,
though she didn’t recognize what it might be. “Thanks for letting me tag
along,” Sam said, breaking the silence. “No problem,” Buffy
answered casually. “Maybe not for you”
Sam replied. “I gotta tell you, Buffy, I'm a little bit
intimidated. I mean, patrolling with the real live Slayer, you're like... Santa
Claus, or Buddha, or something…” Buffy raised an eyebrow in
surprise and quipped, “Fat and jolly?” Sam shook her head.
“Legendary… it's not just Slayer status I'm talking about, either.
It's you,” she said with a high degree of intensity in her voice. A very slight tingle of some
indefinable emotion stirred in the Slayer, and she asked, “Riley talks
about me?” Sam looked away, saying, “He
didn't say anything for a long time, I could tell, though. He was ripped up
inside.” ‘Oh, and how do I feel about
that?’ Buffy wondered to herself. ‘Shouldn’t I feel
guilty, or sad or something?’ When no answer came to her, she
shrugged and said, “Good thing he has you.” “More like miraculous,”
Sam replied. “I went down to “He thinks... I let him
go.” Buffy said hesitantly. ‘Why did I say that?’ she
wondered. Sam stopped and turned to the
Slayer with a questioning look. “Do you wish you hadn't?” she
asked. ‘Do I?’ Buffy wondered
the same thing herself. After a moment of consideration with no new
answers, she softly replied, “I wish things were different. I-I'm not
trying to... I don't... uh, you know…” she trailed off. ‘Well, that sounded
convincing. She probably thinks I’m after her hubby
now…’ Buffy thought and resumed walking. Sam said, “I didn't mean to
put you on the spot, Buffy. There's no bad guys in this one. The only thing
that could... help Riley work it out was time. Lots of time. Took him a year to
get over you.” “I'm glad he's over
me,” Buffy said. ‘I think I am… am I? Do I care
either way?’ she mused. They walked for a minute in silence
before Sam asked, “So, you seeing anyone new? Someone special?” ‘That’s a
laugh,’ Buffy thought, though she felt no humor on the subject.
‘Seeing someone? If seeing someone means having violent,
meaningless sex with someone, then I guess I am. Special?
No.’ Out loud, Buffy stammered, “You know, I just wanna take
my time, you know, I don't... I don't wanna jump right into anything, don't
wanna ... you know ... be defined by who I'm with.” Sam nodded her head, agreeing,
“Yeah, better no guy than the wrong guy, that's for sure.” ‘Well, this conversation is
nicely depressing,’ Buffy thought. The only feeling that she had
been experiencing lately suddenly came to the fore. ‘Great!
As if I needed a reminder about how empty my life is…’ Buffy abruptly turned to her
companion and said, “Sam. You know what? Um, I think we should
split up.” Sam’s shoulder slumped, and
she hung her head slightly as she responded, “Oh, I'm slowing you down. I
knew I would, this was just selfish of me.” Buffy automatically tried to
reassure her. “No, it's not, uh ... there's this guy, uh, an
informant… thing is, he's kinda twitchy. I show up with company, and, and
we get nothing.” Sam’s smile looked somewhat
forced as she said, “Cool. I'm guessing Finn needs me about now.”
She looked around, adding, “He's probably off somewhere gettin' his ass
kicked.” Her grin was more convincing as she began to back away,
saying, “You know how wild he gets. Hey, don't worry about ‘Yeah, I noticed,’
Buffy thought as she stood for a moment, eyes drawn to the demon hunter’s
swaying bottom as she walked off. ‘I need…’ she
thought, feeling the emptiness acutely. ‘I need…’ Her
mind refused to supply the answer; however, her body must have had some idea,
as it turned from the retreating woman and began to head off in a specific
direction. ========== BtVS
========== BtVS ========== BtVS ========== Buffy wasn’t surprised to
find herself standing outside the door to Spike’s crypt. ‘Why
would I be? I told Sam I needed to get information. That’s
why I’m here… for information.’ she lied to herself. Buffy slammed the door open and
strode in, taking in the scene. Spike was sitting on top of a coffin
reading a book. The coffin was the closest thing he had to a couch; it had a
blanket covering it and a throw-pillow on it. “Buffy, hey now,”
Spike said, making a show of slowly and deliberately putting down his book and
rising to his feet. “If I'da known you were coming, I'da baked a
cake,” he quipped, wearing his trademark sneering grin. ‘Need…’ Buffy
thought as she walked over to stand in front of him. Pulling off her
black gloves, she stated, “I need information.” Spike’s grin grew wider as
he answered, “Well, suppose I could be helpful. If the price is
right.” His eyes followed her hands as she set her gloves
down. “I'm not sure I'm selling out at ‘I need…’
Buffy’s mind was stuck on that unfinished idea. Continuing the
charade, Buffy said, “I need to find a guy. Dealer. Calls himself
The Doctor.” Spike’s grin was replaced
with a more serious look. He asked, “Human?” “His traffic isn't.”
Buffy answered, “Clock ticking?” Spike
continued. Nodding her head, Buffy said,
“Whatever he's doing, he's doing it soon.” Spike’s grin returned.
He took a moment to run his eyes up and down her body before speaking in a low,
seductive voice, “Soon? Not just yet though? ‘I Need!’
Buffy’s mind shouted. She just stared at him for several moments
before quietly speaking. “Tell me you love me,” she demanded,
her eyes welling up with moisture. Spike looked surprised by her
words. “I love you. You know I do,” he said in a reassuring
voice. Buffy stepped closer, her mind was
demanding that she fill herself, satisfy her need; though she couldn’t
define what it was, exactly. She whispered harshly, “Tell me you
want me.” Spike whispered in reply, “I
always want you. In point of fact…” Buffy interrupted, “Shut
up.” She reached up and hooked her hand around his neck, pulling
him down on top of her, onto the coffin. She began unbuttoning his shirt,
while Spike pulled at the fastenings on her bulletproof vest. She stared at his
face, thinking, ‘I need this…’ even though she didn’t
feel anything other than empty. She pulled his half-way unbuttoned shirt
down over his shoulders, then used it to pull him down towards her for a kiss. She had the barest sensation of
his cold, lifeless lips against her own when the sound of the crypt door
slamming open caused her to push him away violently. “This is your… informant?”
Sam’s angry voice filled the room. Buffy sat up, causing Spike to
fall awkwardly to the floor. “Hey!” he shouted,
sounding enraged. He jumped to his feet and shrugged his shirt back over
his shoulders. “You know this bird?” he asked. Buffy felt the tears on her face
as she stared at her ex-lovers wife. ‘I don’t even know why
I’m crying,’ she thought. ‘I don’t feel
sad… just… empty.’ “Buffy, talk to me…
Please!” the tone of Sam’s voice had dropped and her face radiated
sympathy. “Look, Ms. whoever you are;
Piss off! Me and the Slayer, we gots some business to attend to,”
Spike said, his voice filled with braggadocio. Buffy barely heard him, and it
seemed like Sam didn’t hear him at all. ‘Oh God! Her
eyes!’ Buffy thought as her gaze was captured by the dark-haired
beauty’s own. Buffy’s heart began to beat
a little faster as the lithe figure slowly approached her. “Ohh, so it’s like
that is it?” Spike suddenly crowed. “Well, if the
Slayer’s game, I’m always up for a little threeway!” Spike’s voice was like a
distant echo in Buffy’s mind. Her attention was exclusively focused
on the ice-blue gaze that was caressing her face like the touch of a lover. “Why would you ever let a
thing like that touch you?” Sam asked softly. “Hey! There’s no
call for personal attacks, now!” Spike complained indignantly. ‘Oh God,’ Buffy
thought, feeling a tendril of warmth creep through her loins. ‘What
is that? I haven’t felt anything like that since…
since…’ “Tell me why Buffy?”
Sam’s gentle question carried no malice or anger, only compassion and
caring. “I… I
need…” Buffy trailed off, unable to reduce it to human
language. Her breathing was growing deeper, and the warmth was slowly
increasing through her center at the way Sam was staring at her.
‘She looks… hungry,” Buffy thought. Spike, apparently having had
enough of being ignored, took that moment to grab Sam’s shoulder and pull
her away from Buffy. “What she needs… is Me! I know how
to…” Spike’s tirade was
interrupted by a meaty sounding ‘Thunk’ Buffy glanced up at
his face just in time to see his look of astonishment for just a bare moment
before he disintegrated. The otherwise silent crypt echoed with the rasping,
hissing noise of a vampire’s demise. “You killed Spike,”
Buffy whispered in stunned disbelief. “He was already dead,
Buffy.” Sam explained, sounding quite reasonable. “Well, that’s
true…” Buffy said, feeling absolutely nothing at his end.
“Still… I needed…” she started to explain as the
emptiness in her once again made itself known. Sam interrupted her, crouching
down in front of her and saying, “You need touch, you need warmth, you
need to be filled up…” The warmth that had been gradually
rising inside of Buffy suddenly blazed; undeniable, powerful heat ran through
her. ‘Yes! Yes I need that!’ her mind screamed.
Her head began to nod as though of it’s own volition. When she
opened her mouth to speak, a low, guttural moan was all that came out. Sam closed the remaining gap
between them, her hands quickly skimming over Buffy’s body, stripping her
of the armor and gear she was wearing. “You are a goddess,
Buffy!” she whispered. “Your body should be worshiped!
Nothing cold or dead should ever be allowed to defile you!” “Yes, please!” Buffy
managed to whimper. It seemed as though only a moment
passed before Buffy found herself naked and draped over Spike’s
‘couch’ with a beautiful, equally nude woman hovering above her,
braced on her hands and knees. “You are so beautiful
Buffy!” Sam whispered, her lips so close that Buffy could feel the warmth
of Sam’s breath against her face. Buffy parted her lips, intending
to reply in kind, when Sam’s mouth descended upon Buffy’s, taking
away her ability to speak. ‘Soft! Warm!
Ungh, good!’ Buffy’s mind was reduced to monosyllabic grunts of
surprised pleasure as Sam thoroughly, though gently, explored her mouth.
A moment later, Sam lowered her body onto Buffy’s so that they were
pressed together head to toe. The Slayer groaned loudly at the sensation
of Sam’s hot skin covering her like a living blanket. She found
that her arms had instinctively wrapped around the lissome woman to pull her
even closer. ‘Oh yes! More heat!’ her mind cried. The tactile vibrations running
through Buffy’s body were so intense that she cried tears of joy. ‘Oh
my God! This is what I’ve been missing! It’s like my
skin was numb and I’m just now getting the feeling back!’ When Sam broke the kiss, panting
for breath, Buffy began whispering “Yes! Yes!” over and over,
glorying in the return of sensation. Sam must have taken Buffy’s
chant as encouragement, because she slid down Buffy’s body until her face
was level with Buffy’s chest. The Slayer’s breath caught as
she anticipated the feel of Sam’s warm mouth on her engorged nipples.
Buffy was surprised when instead, the brunette pressed her breasts up and
together like a pushup bra. Surprise gave way to a gasp of pleasure as
Sam began to nuzzle Buffy’s chest like a cat; rubbing her face and hair
over stiff nipples, crinkled aureole and the soft surrounding flesh. “Oh my God!” Buffy
panted. “That’s… so…” her thought was
interrupted just then as the wet heat she had been expecting long moments ago
suddenly registered against her hypersensitive flesh. “Aahhh!” Buffy
shouted, arching up against Sam’s mouth. Incoherent with desire and
pleasure, Buffy lost track of things until she felt Sam’s face nuzzling
the skin of her tummy as she descended to the junction of Buffy’s
thighs. Already wetter than she’d ever been with Spike, Buffy felt
herself overflow with desire. Raising her head to look down her
body, Buffy gasped harshly at the sight. Sam’s ice-blue eyes seemed
to radiate lust and desire as she met the Slayer’s gaze.
‘Glad I had the full Brazilian!’ Buffy thought absurdly as she
watched Sam’s open mouth descend upon her most intimate flesh.
‘Nothing to block the view…’ Buffy’s thoughts were once
again driven into incoherence as her new lover laved, tickled and explored like
no one had ever done to her before. Buffy’s eyes were closed so
tightly that she saw bright lights and intense colors washing over her
awareness. When Sam slipped two fingers inside the Slayer, it was enough
to push her over the edge. Even though Buffy’s eyes
snapped open, all she saw was a bright, white light as she screamed through her
release. After only a bare moment’s
respite, Sam renewed her activities with even greater vigor, shattering
Buffy’s consciousness into a thousand sharp fragments. ========== BtVS
========== BtVS ========== BtVS ========== Buffy awoke to the sensation of warm,
naked flesh spooned up against her chest and legs. ‘What
happened?” she wondered for just a second before memories began to rush
back into her mind. ‘I remember! Oh God,
do I remember! The feel of her tongue… the smell of her when
I went down… The look on her face when she… I can’t believe
it! She tasted *so* sweet!’ Buffy felt her face grow hot as
the thought came unbidden to her mind, ‘Oh Willow, I so get it now!
Girls… *way* better than boys! Oh jeeze, I can’t believe I
just thought that!’ Another series of memories ran
through her head and Buffy surged up to a sitting position, shouting, “Oh
no! Oh God, no!” Sam sat up abruptly next to her
and Buffy turned to the other woman with a horrified look on her face. “Buffy, what is it?
What’s wrong?” Sam asked, concern and a little fear written on her
face. “Do you regret…” “I had sex…
with… with Spike!” Buffy cried in disgust. “Oh,
Eww! Eww! What the hell was wrong with me!?” she buried her
face in her hands and began to weep bitterly. Buffy felt Sam’s arms wrap
around her, and felt the other woman’s warm breath against her ear as she
whispered, “Shh, shh now. It’s alright, Buffy.
It’s over now.” “No! I… with
Spike!” Buffy lamented, feeling sickened by her behavior. Buffy felt warm hands guiding her
head against the soft skin of Sam’s breast, followed by arms wrapping her
up once again as Sam rocked her gently. “I think you were still in
shock, Buffy.” Sam spoke in a calm, compassionate voice.
“Your friend Buffy stiffened. ‘God,
I can hardly even remember it now,’ Buffy thought sadly. Sam continued speaking, apparently
choosing to ignore Buffy’s flinch. “Of course I can’t
even begin to imagine what that was like… it had to be a huge shock
though…” “It’s so cold
here…” Buffy whispered. “I remember being so
warm…” “I think you never got over
the shock Buffy,” Sam said sympathetically. Buffy pushed away from Sam and
looked her directly in the eyes. “I think… this is the first
time I’ve felt warm since I...” her voice cracked and she
hesitated. ‘No! Dammit, no more
cowering away from it!’ Buffy yelled at herself. Mentally
stiffening her resolve just as she physically stiffened her spine, Buffy
continued, “…Since I got yanked out of wherever I was, woke up in a
coffin and had to claw my way out of my own grave.” Sam didn’t have to say a
word; the compassion on her face and the tears in her eyes conveyed the
message. “Thank you Sam.
I… I might never have been able to snap out of it if you
hadn’t…” Suddenly Buffy laughed out loud. “What?” Sam asked with
a puzzled grin. “Sorry, it’s
just… I was going to say, ‘if you hadn’t killed my dead lover
and seduced me.’” Sam chuckled a bit at that, then
sobered and looked intently back into Buffy’s eyes. ‘She’s so
beautiful,’ Buffy thought wistfully. “Buffy, it was my deepest
honor… and pleasure… to help.” Sam said with quiet passion. Unable, and unwilling, to stop
herself, Buffy leaned forward and kissed Sam. Though the kiss was slow
and gentle, Buffy felt her passion begin to stir anew. She was just
reaching to cup Sam’s breasts when the door to the crypt slammed open
once more. “Alright Spike, or should I
say… Ulp!” Riley’s booming voice cut off with a strangled
gulp. Buffy snatched her hands back to
her sides, and then grabbed the blanket that had fallen mostly off of her and
Sam and yanked it up to cover her breasts. “Buffy? Sam?!
What the hell?” Riley sputtered. Seemingly unconcerned, Sam leaned
back on her elbows, not bothering to cover her naked chest.
“What’s up Finn?” she asked casually. Riley gaped silently for a moment
and then stepped forward, bellowing, “Where’s Spike?!” ‘Oh God, this is like a
nightmare!’ Buffy thought, closing her eyes in embarrassment. Sam’s voice was laden with
humor as she quipped, “Take another step and you’ll be standing in
him.” “What?” Riley asked,
sounding confused. Buffy had to strangle a
laugh. ‘My God, what did I ever see in him?’ she wondered,
not for the first time. ‘It certainly wasn’t his
brain!’ “On the floor, “So… you dusted Spike,
destroyed the eggs and decided… what? It was celebration
time?” Riley asked, sounding exasperated. Sam’s voice was instantly
serious, “The eggs are here?” Buffy put two and two together and
said, “Spike was ‘The Doctor’?” “According to my sources,
the eggs are in cave under this crypt,” Riley explained as his eyes began
to scan the room. “Oh, and yes Buffy, your pet vampire is…
was the dealer who was going to sell the eggs.” “He was hardly my
pet!” Buffy said, feeling both embarrassed and outraged. The feel of Sam’s hand on
the bare skin of her back kept Buffy from blowing up at her ex.
‘Gee, I guess I can hardly be mad at him… I’m the one who
just got caught cheating with his wife…’ she realized, her temper
cooling rapidly. “ Riley was still standing in place,
frowning. His eyes did have a certain gleam in them though as he raked
them up and down his wife’s lithe body. Her arms still extended up and
over her head as she reached the zenith of her stretch, Sam grinned wickedly
and said, “The sooner you get it done, the sooner we can get back to base
and I can start ‘making it up to you’.” Buffy was shocked when Riley
snapped to attention and then darted over to hole in the ground near the
crypt’s back wall, leaping through it without another word. Buffy stared at Sam with wide
eyes. “Um… huh?” she asked dumbly. Sam apparently knew what she was
asking, because she explained while picking their clothes up off the
floor. “Riley knew I was bisexual when we married. He’s
too straight-laced to join in the fun, even though I made it clear before I
said ‘I do.’ that he would have to put up with occasional
dalliances on my part.” She paused and looked back at Buffy,
saying, “Only with women though…” Buffy chuckled weakly.
“Uh huh, of course.” ‘God, I’m such an
idiot…’ she thought, suddenly ashamed of her behavior. “Hey!” Sam said
suddenly. She placed the pile of Buffy’s clothes and gear next to
the Slayer and took Buffy’s face in her hands. Looking intently
into her eyes, Sam said “Last night wasn’t some fling for me to get
my rocks off. I meant what I said! Buffy you’re like this
larger than life, living legend… You’ve stopped the world
from ending again and again! You’ve died twice and came back for
more!” She leaned in and gently kissed the Slayer before adding,
“I am… so incredibly grateful that I could be here for you when you
were hurting! I’m not kidding when I say I’m honored that you
would trust me with something like this… it means a lot to
me!” “I believe you…”
Buffy whispered. “It’s just… I’ve never been good
with… casual sex, I guess.” Sam let go Buffy’s face and
smiled. “Believe me, Buffy. Nothing about tonight was casual
to me. Think of it as more of… more like a healing
experience. You were hurting, and I wanted to help.” Buffy nodded thoughtfully.
“A healing experience. A healing experience with
orgasms.” Immediately she thought, ‘Jeeze Buff, Anya
much?’ Sam laughed. “Oh
yeah! Many, many orgasms.” Buffy surprised herself when she
didn’t immediately drop the subject. “So many!
You’re really, *really* good at… you know…” she trailed
off, her momentary bravado dying quickly. “Thanks!” Sam replied
earnestly. “You’re no slouch though! You had me
forgetting my own name there a few times!” she said happily. Buffy blushed. “Uh,
really? I mean… thanks, thank you… Can I just say that this
is a weird conversation for me?” she said bewilderedly. “Ok, no more sex
talk,” Sam said, chuckling as she got dressed. ‘Clothes! Clothes
would be good,’ Buffy thought shaking off her momentary stupor. After dressing in silence, Buffy
couldn’t help voicing her curiosity about one last thing.
“Uh, Sam?” “Yeah Buffy?” Sam
replied as she finished securing her body armor. “What did you mean when you
said you had to ‘make it up’ to Riley.” Buffy bashfully
asked. “Oh, well… like I
said, Riley doesn’t play well with others, so I act out his favorite
fantasy for him after the nights that I ‘step out’.” “Oh,” Buffy
said. Sam laughed out loud, “You
want to know, don’t you?” Buffy shook her head, “No,
it’s ok…” Sam put her hands on her hips and
stared at Buffy, smirking. ‘Ignore her… ignore
her,’ Buffy told herself as she finished donning her gear. Finally,
when she was done, and Sam was still staring at her, Buffy capitulated.
“Ok, so I’m a little curious…” “He has me dress up as a
cheerleader, then I have to do a ‘go Riley, you da’ man’
cheer. After that, I get on my knees and beg him to let me suck his cock.”
Sam said without a trace of embarrassment. ‘Oh God!’ Buffy
thought, suddenly unable meet Sam’s eyes. She felt her face grow
unbearably hot as she blushed. Sam’s voice carried the
smirk that no doubt graced her face. “Yeah, I figured that was
you.” ========== BtVS
========== BtVS ========== BtVS ========== An hour later, Buffy was standing
outside her house, saying her goodbye’s. A chorus of ‘Bye
Riley, Bye Sam’s sounded out around her as the two black-clad demon
hunters were winched into the hovering chopper. Buffy watched, feeling
mixed emotions at the sight. ‘I’ll miss her…
still, it’s probably better this way. She was awesome, obviously
not the settling kind, though… and how weird is it that I’m
standing here thinking about having a stable relationship with another
woman?!’ Buffy turned to walk into her
house, following Dawn and the rest of the Scooby gang. ‘I’m
going to have to give this some thought…’ she pondered. Buffy entered the house as Dawn
and “She was so cool!”
Dawn said excitedly. “A regular girl, and still all ‘kick-ass
demon fighter’ just like Buffy!” “I guess. She did seem
pretty… energetic” Her mind was too busy
‘pondering’ to censor her mouth as Buffy interjected, “You have
*no* idea, Will! She’s… she’s like the freaking
energizer bunny… and she tastes…” Buffy’s eyes widened as she
realized what she had just said. ‘Oh no…’ she thought
in horror as she looked up to see the reaction to her slip of the tongue.
Dawn’s face was screwed up in a look of confusion. The ex-demon leaned over to her
boyfriend and loudly whispered, “See Xander? I told you her breath
smelled like pussy! Can we go have orgasms now?” The end. What time is
it kids? (chorus)
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