Sore, by Red BW rated R

["cocoachanel67" <red.slayer@xxxxxxxxx>]

Sore
Red
Joss' folk.
BW...is there any other...others, too.
rated R
Summary: Thoughts from various Scoobies. The FIRST is gone and 
everyone's relocated to the new hellmouth...and Anya is NOT dead.


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Xander stared at the puffy Xander suit in front of him. Good ol' 
Will...after getting settled into their new home on the other 
hellmouth, his oldest and bestest friend had created a brand spankin' 
new and improved puffy Xander suit for him.

After all, there were now LOTS of slayers for him to train.

Reaching out, he brushed his fingers gently over the uber soft and he 
prayed, durable thick padding...and sighed. Tomorrow he broke the 
virgin suit in...tomorrow, puffy Xander was back.

His head swam with the infinite images of slayer after slayer 
pounding him. He knew, come the weekend, every inch of him would be 
sore. His back, shoulders, legs would ache in the worst way. He 
wouldn't be able to get out of bed Saturday and Anya would be fussing 
over him with her hot towels and massage oils.

A smile crossed his handsome face.



+++++ 

Giles held the ice pack to his head, sipping his whiskey induced tea. 
His mind flashed back to his first weeks with Buffy and he smiled, 
despite the throbbing in his sore temples.

He had thought the blonde was a test of his patience. Oh little did 
he know...not in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine that he would 
have 85 Buffy's at one time.

The mere thought made his head ache and he sipped faster.

He would face this challenge just as he had every other in his 
life...with grace, dignity, prayer...and of course, hiring watchers 
to work FOR him was at the top of his, to do list.

After all, he WAS the council now...it was his duty to rebuild the 
council, deligate responsibility, turn the loveable yet bratty teens 
over to responsible young watchers such as he had been. Let them 
handle the impending doom of a lost scrunchy or missing compact disc.

He had served his time, twice over, with Buffy.

His tea now empty, he stood to refill, wincing as echoes of the 
early, my breasts are bigger, arguement, flooded his head. 

Dear lord, they were the single most important weapon against the 
forces of evil...did cup size REALLY matter?

+++++

Vi stepped out of the shower and dried herself off carefully. She was 
thrilled about being a full fledged slayer, able to kick evil butt 
without batting an eye. She was less thrilled with the after effects 
of that, butt kicking.

Her entire body was one big bruise and her left shoulder felt as if 
it really had tried to disconnect itself from the rest of her.

Sure, by morning she'd be almost completely healed, the pain nothing 
more than a memory. But tonight, tonight she was queen of the sore 
kingdom and ready to collapse into bed, naked as the day she was born.

The mere thought of anything touching her body made her cringe in 
pain. Even the light, cotton tee she usually slept in was the enemy 
tonight. Nope, no touching of this slayer's body...unless, a certain 
dark haired slayer with a prison rep and doe eyes wanted to...massage 
the pain away...

Dropping her towel into the hamper, the redheaded slayer stepping out 
of her bathroom and into her bedroom, stopping when she saw doe eyes 
smiling at her from her bed.

"Natural redhead...damn."

Vi's heart was no longer beating...this had to be a dream...she'd 
fallen asleep in the shower.

"You kicked wicked ass out there, girlfriend," Faith went on, 
grinnning from ear to ear. "Saw that shoulder take a hit...thought 
maybe it needed some tlc." She sat up, kicked her boots off and held 
up the jar of special muscle rub Willow had made...the basement was 
stocked with it. "Come on, Red, don't be shy...we're all slayers 
here." She wiggled a brow and patted the bed.

Vi's heart finally started beating again and she stepped over to the 
bed, sitting down next to her fellow slayer, still quite sure she was 
asleep...until Faith leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"Don't worry, Red...I plan on taking good care of you from now on." 
She brushed Vi's wet bangs out of the girl's eyes. "After I take care 
of this shoulder, I'll need to check every inch of you. Gotta make 
sure my girl is ok." Faith's smile vanished for a moment. "You wanna 
be my girl, don't ya?"

Vi nodded, even tho' it made her pain mutiply.

"Yes, your girl....uhhuh."

The smile returned to Faith's lips and she kissed her again, then 
situated herself and began applying the special rub.Vi's eyes closed 
as the elder slayer's gentle hands worked on her shoulder. Oh gawd! 
How could hands that tear a polgara's head off be so gentle, so 
tender? The biggest smile ever crossed Vi's face as she fell into 
Faith's attentions.

She loved being sore.

+++++

Willow half moaned, half growled, her fingers tight on the iron bar 
of the headboard, her head lowered, her ass raised. Oh she was going 
to be feeling this through the weekend, there was no doubt about it.

She smiled.

The sweet juncture between her thighs throbbed deliciously as one of 
Buffy's faux cocks slammed in and out, keeping perfect time with the 
one that was pounding her well spanked bottom. Each hard thrust not 
only sent slayer strength jolts of pleasure through her entire body, 
but also reignited the fire the blonde had earlier set on her ass, as 
Buffy's body slapped hard against the witch's fire engine red flesh.

Her head gently yet firmly pulled up, Willow panted, moaned, purred 
and pleaded for mercy...praying her slayer would show none.

On her knees, hair damp, eyes wild, a grinning Buffy held onto her 
witch's hair with one hand, slipping the other between wet Willowy 
thighs. Leaning to her mate's ear, the slayer teased her lover's oh 
so sore clit with two fingers, while whispering into her ear, not 
missing a thrust.

Willow's moan turned into a howl and she came hard as two fingers 
became four.

Buffy kept going.

She loved when her witch was sore.

+++++


The heavy bag flew across the room, slamming into the wall. Kenndy 
growled, muttered a few choice words under her breath and strode over 
to it, kicking it with all she had.

That witch!

Why the hell would she want Buffy and not her?

It had been 3 months since the junior slayer had been let go as 
nicely as possible from Willow's heart but she still hated both of 
them. Why shouldn't she? Not only was she dumped, but for Buffy! 
Plus, now she had to live in the same house, hearing them every day 
and night...gawd, was THAT all they did?

Willow's howl rang through the house.

Kennedy kicked again and the bag split open.

Yeah, Buffy and Willow were a definate sore spot with her.









Willow: "It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in."
Buffy:  "I kinda love you."
                     'Choices'

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