Fic - If We Took a Holiday... (19-21/?)
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spankerellatitle: Secret Santa Slayer
author: echo
rating: PG-13
disclaimer: Not mine. Faith is Whedon's. Oliver is Rowling's.
fandoms: BtVS/HP
pairing: Faith/Oliver (191)
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He was quite sure his face was utterly scarlet.
The blonde slayer's younger sister had decided they needed to do a 'secret Santa' for the holidays. Dawn had explained, set a price limit, and arranged everything. It seemed to have gone off without a hitch.
Until now.
That tarty Faith woman had drawn his name and given him red leather thong underpants!
They were completely indecent. They wouldn't have covered anything 'sides his man-parts, and even then it would be a close thing. Very close. There was nothing to cover his bum there. At first he hadn't known what they were until Fred Weasley had managed to say between guffaws of sidesplitting laughter.
That Faith. She was laughing like a hyena too. Lots of people were laughing. Yes, this was exactly what he wanted for the holidays. All of his friends, colleagues, and peers laughing at him. The only persons not cackling were Mrs. Weasley and McGonagall. Both of them appeared utterly scandalized.
Oliver stormed out of the room.
Faith followed him.
"All right, mister can't-take-a-joke."
He spun to face her, shaking the underpants in her face. "This is no' my idea of a joke!"
Faith blinked. Lord, that Scottish brogue got thick when he was pissed. It was as sexy as he would be in her joke present. All that big, muscle-y Scot body in tiny, tiny leather undies. It gave her a shiver.
"Look, Braveheart, that was to get you to loosen up, but obviously that's not possible. Here's the real thing I got you." She held up a package.
Faith grinned as he took it. It was looking nice in its holiday paper. She'd come a long way since the crappy presents wrapped in newspaper she'd given Buffy and Joyce her first Christmas in Sunnydale.
It was a broomstick servicing kit. Harry had helped Faith pick it out. He'd said Oliver loved his broom, loved to fly, and the kit would be perfect. Oliver actually gasped when he saw it. It looked as though Harry had been right. The dark red leather case had Oliver's name on it in gold. Red and gold for Gryffindor, the house of his school years at Hogwarts.
"This is... I mean I... I don't know what to say. This is very thoughtful. My old kit was gettin' a bit ragged. I was due a new one."
"Harry helped me pick it out. I'm still pretty clueless about all this wizard stuff, you know."
He looked at her then. There was warmth in those brown puppy eyes of his. "It was still... thank you, Faith."
She smiled. "You're welcome."
Suddenly Oliver was struck by how lovely she looked when she wasn't glaring. Faith had a very pretty smile. Then he noted that they just so happened to be standing under some of the many bunches of mistletoe the Weasley twins had put all over the place.
"Would I get the hell knocked out of me if I tried to kiss you?"
Faith's brows furrowed. "Why would I hit a hottie like you for stealing a kiss?"
"Well, it isn't rightly stealing. We're under the mistletoe. Tradition an' all."
"Then I guess we had better honor those holiday kissing traditions, yo. Can't say I mind."
He leaned in, but she stopped him with a hand to his pectoral muscle.
"Oooo." She massaged a bit. "Nice."
"So you wanted to feel my man-chest instead of kiss me then?"
"What? Oh... no. I just wanted to know if one thing led to another and we took the rest of this upstairs if you'd model the leather underpants for me."
He bristled. "Certainly not."
"Not even if I modeled them first?"
Oliver blinked. Now THERE was an alluring thought. Granted, her choices in clothing usually didn't leave a lot to the imagination, but it wasn't the same as actually seeing her in the nude. "I suppose I could.... in the interest of being fair."
Faith chuckled in a husky manner as she gripped the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers.
*~*~*
end mini 19
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title: Wishes of Switches
author: echo
rating: R
disclaimer: Not mine. Faith is Whedon's. Blaise is Rowling's.
fandoms: BtVS/HP
pairing: Faith/Blaise (496)
*~*~*~*
Blaise followed her moves as she glided across the dance floor. It gave him perverse pleasure to know she was wearing his clothes. Well, her muggle jeans... as no pants he had molded to her the way her own did, and her own boots, but pretty much the rest was his. One of his old Slytherin t shirts... with no bra, and one of his older Slytherin school robes completed the look. Well, except the sprig of mistletoe she had tucked into the button of her jeans, and the sprig she had tied into her long wavy brown hair.
He'd already kissed her under each bunch of mistletoe. Especially the one in her pants. Blaise smirked wickedly at the memory of it. She was wearing the robe open. It flowed around her as she danced. She liked to dance. He liked to watch. Then again, he liked to watch a lot of things she did. His favorite thing to watch had been when she was holding Lucius Malfoy to the ground by way of her boot on his throat during the final battle with Voldemort this past summer. That had been well worth watching.
His best friend was currently watching also. His silvery eyes followed her every move. Draco wasn't interested like Blaise was though. There was no fear of that. And even if there was, she was more than enough for sharing. She'd even mentioned that she didn't mind being shared. But just with Draco though, and only because she knew how close he and Blaise were.
Just then he was startled from his thoughts by the subject of them straddling his lap and kissing his cheek.
"Knut for your thoughts, babe."
"I'll give you a nut." He purred, biting at her lips before kissing her.
"Right here? Right now?"
"Don't be an exhibitionist, luv. Draco's the only one I'd let watch."
"So let him."
"Thank you, no." A bored voice said next to them. "I have my own plans for the evening, and they do not involve watching you two perverts spanking one another then humping like mad bunnies on a stamina charm."
"You might enjoy it, yo."
"I do believe I'll enjoy my other engagement more... as it does not involve any voyeuristic tendencies I might have."
"Ooooo." Blaise said. "Does my little Slytherin princess have a date?"
"I might." Draco rose and smirked at them. "See you two much later. Hope Santa brings you lots of switches. I know you'll put them to use."
With that and a swirling of black robes, Draco left their company.
"Aww, Blaise. He wished us switches. I don't care what anyone says... that Draco Malfoy has got a sweet streak like a mo-fo."
"Well, I'll certainly be sure to tell him you said that."
"No way. He'll get all annoying and pouty, so don't you dare... or I'll hurt you. Slayer strength too, you know. I could make it hurt real bad."
"Mmmm." He purred, hands taking advantage of her lack of bra. "Is that a promise?"
"Why do all you Slyhterins ask me if my threats are promises? Like I just offered you candy or some shit?"
"Don't you know you did? Pain can be the sweetest reward. There can be such pleasure in it."
Her eyes became hooded. He so spoke to the 'not so of the light' side of her.
"Let's leave these festivities and create some of our own, my wicked girl."
"I'm down with that."
*~*~*~*
end mini 20
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title: It's the Thought
author: echo
rating: PG-13
disclaimer: Not mine. Tara is Whedon's. Snape is Rowling's.
fandoms: BtVS/HP
pairing: Tara/Snape (439)
*~*~*~*
His eye spasmed.
There was a package wrapped in filthy red and green holiday cheer on his desk. He knew who had done it. That soft-spoken little assistant of his. She grated on his nerves. She was far too affable to be his assistant. She needed to assist Flitwick or Sprout. Hell, even Trelawny, the obnoxious bag. No, no. She was good at the ingredients and the potion-making, so Dumbledore had given the soft woman to him.
The loveliest creature in the whole of Hogwarts given to the greasiest.
And she was so... nice to him. Nice! To him! Severus Snape! No matter how many times he yelled at her or snapped at her she treated him with such polite reverence. She was such a mother earth. Nothing he did seemed to phase her. It was sickening. Didn't she ever want to tell him to go to hell? Didn't she ever yell back?
He whipped around to glare at her. She was directing a feather duster to get the top shelves in his supply closet. She looked at him and smiled her half smile. Never a full smile. He supposed he put up with her presence because she seemed so sad at times. There had been sadness to her since she came to the school.
"What is this?"
"It's a Christmas present."
"Obviously." he snapped. "What's within it?"
"Well, I guess you'll have to open it and see, won't you?"
"Insufferable." He muttered before tearing into the package in annoyance.
Severus Snape nearly dropped it in shock when he got down to the gift itself. This he had not expected. Never this. Not from anyone, especially her. It was a very rare potions text. One he had been trying to add to his collection for many years now. Only one old fool even knew that he searched for it. Dumbledore couldn't have told her-
"Dumbledore mentioned you were looking for that. Happy holidays." She whispered, and with that, she scurried out of the room as if she were made of shadows.
He held the books in his sallow hands in shock for several more minutes. Such a gift should not be accepted so lightly... with no words from him. There should be words for the thought she had taken with him. He was not of words, but this called for them.
He placed the book on his desk gently, as it was very old, and hurried after her.
"Maclay! Miss Maclay! Tara!"
She turned, shock on her face. Naturally. He'd used her given name. He'd never done so before. She was Maclay or Miss Maclay. She was even wretched girl or insufferable woman. Never Tara.
"Yes, Professor Snape?"
He swallowed. The words he was about to say rarely passed his lips. "I thank you for the gift. It was most wanted and appropriate"
She smiled enigmatically. There was a light that entered her eyes. "I won't tell anyone."
"Tell anyone what?"
"That you thanked me." Then she placed a hand on his should, stretched up on her tiptoes, and kissed his cold cheek. "Happy holidays... Severus."
He bristled. Then checked for mistletoe. There was none. She had kissed of her own will. Odd.
"I did not give you leave to call me by my given name, you wretched girl." He snapped after her as she hurried away from him.
Tara spun about with grace and still moved away... only backwards. "I know. I am not always well-behaved. Believe it or not, I do have a naughty streak."
Only years of control over his features kept the smirk from his face. His eyes burned after her. She was a bit more dangerous than he'd taken her for.
"You are right. I do not believe you."
She went on as if he had not spoken. "And the mistletoe is in the great hall. Do be careful. I'd hate for you to end up kissing McGonagall or Dumbledore.... or Filch."
"There is no shame in..." He recalled Argus Filch's brown teeth. "Warning duly noted. Though I have kissed Professor McGonagall on her cheek due to mistletoe before."
"But she doesn't kiss near as well as I do." She shouted before nipping around the corner.
Was that an invitation?
She ducked back around. "Yes, that was an invitation."
Then she was gone again.
But he thought she preferred women.
She ducked back around again. "I do prefer women. But I prefer YOU as a person."
Then she was gone. Yet again.
Strange. He'd thought her a mouse. Perhaps she was something a bit more. She seemed to know him rather well. he seemed to know her not at all. She preferred him as a person? What rubbish was THAT? Perhaps he should escort her to Madam Pomfrey to have her head examined.
Severus began stalking towards the great hall. He usually didn't air his personal business at all, let alone before the students. Granted, there were few staying over the winter holiday, but still. Perhaps none of them would notice his newfound curiosity for his assistant. Who was he kidding? Dumbledore was here. It would be all over the school by the first day of the students' return. The headmaster was the worst gossip in the entire school.
All of this because the insufferable woman had thought of him in a gift-giving sense for the holidays. Then she'd had the bad form to kiss him and invite him to return the kiss. And, sweet Salazar, he was actually considering it! He'd obviously taken leave of his senses. Why did the winter holiday tend to make fools of the most sensible of individuals?
What in Merlin's name was she thinking with all of this?
*~*~*~*
end mini 21
author: echo
rating: PG-13
disclaimer: Not mine. Faith is Whedon's. Oliver is Rowling's.
fandoms: BtVS/HP
pairing: Faith/Oliver (191)
*~*~*~*
He was quite sure his face was utterly scarlet.
The blonde slayer's younger sister had decided they needed to do a 'secret Santa' for the holidays. Dawn had explained, set a price limit, and arranged everything. It seemed to have gone off without a hitch.
Until now.
That tarty Faith woman had drawn his name and given him red leather thong underpants!
They were completely indecent. They wouldn't have covered anything 'sides his man-parts, and even then it would be a close thing. Very close. There was nothing to cover his bum there. At first he hadn't known what they were until Fred Weasley had managed to say between guffaws of sidesplitting laughter.
That Faith. She was laughing like a hyena too. Lots of people were laughing. Yes, this was exactly what he wanted for the holidays. All of his friends, colleagues, and peers laughing at him. The only persons not cackling were Mrs. Weasley and McGonagall. Both of them appeared utterly scandalized.
Oliver stormed out of the room.
Faith followed him.
"All right, mister can't-take-a-joke."
He spun to face her, shaking the underpants in her face. "This is no' my idea of a joke!"
Faith blinked. Lord, that Scottish brogue got thick when he was pissed. It was as sexy as he would be in her joke present. All that big, muscle-y Scot body in tiny, tiny leather undies. It gave her a shiver.
"Look, Braveheart, that was to get you to loosen up, but obviously that's not possible. Here's the real thing I got you." She held up a package.
Faith grinned as he took it. It was looking nice in its holiday paper. She'd come a long way since the crappy presents wrapped in newspaper she'd given Buffy and Joyce her first Christmas in Sunnydale.
It was a broomstick servicing kit. Harry had helped Faith pick it out. He'd said Oliver loved his broom, loved to fly, and the kit would be perfect. Oliver actually gasped when he saw it. It looked as though Harry had been right. The dark red leather case had Oliver's name on it in gold. Red and gold for Gryffindor, the house of his school years at Hogwarts.
"This is... I mean I... I don't know what to say. This is very thoughtful. My old kit was gettin' a bit ragged. I was due a new one."
"Harry helped me pick it out. I'm still pretty clueless about all this wizard stuff, you know."
He looked at her then. There was warmth in those brown puppy eyes of his. "It was still... thank you, Faith."
She smiled. "You're welcome."
Suddenly Oliver was struck by how lovely she looked when she wasn't glaring. Faith had a very pretty smile. Then he noted that they just so happened to be standing under some of the many bunches of mistletoe the Weasley twins had put all over the place.
"Would I get the hell knocked out of me if I tried to kiss you?"
Faith's brows furrowed. "Why would I hit a hottie like you for stealing a kiss?"
"Well, it isn't rightly stealing. We're under the mistletoe. Tradition an' all."
"Then I guess we had better honor those holiday kissing traditions, yo. Can't say I mind."
He leaned in, but she stopped him with a hand to his pectoral muscle.
"Oooo." She massaged a bit. "Nice."
"So you wanted to feel my man-chest instead of kiss me then?"
"What? Oh... no. I just wanted to know if one thing led to another and we took the rest of this upstairs if you'd model the leather underpants for me."
He bristled. "Certainly not."
"Not even if I modeled them first?"
Oliver blinked. Now THERE was an alluring thought. Granted, her choices in clothing usually didn't leave a lot to the imagination, but it wasn't the same as actually seeing her in the nude. "I suppose I could.... in the interest of being fair."
Faith chuckled in a husky manner as she gripped the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers.
*~*~*
end mini 19
*~*~*
title: Wishes of Switches
author: echo
rating: R
disclaimer: Not mine. Faith is Whedon's. Blaise is Rowling's.
fandoms: BtVS/HP
pairing: Faith/Blaise (496)
*~*~*~*
Blaise followed her moves as she glided across the dance floor. It gave him perverse pleasure to know she was wearing his clothes. Well, her muggle jeans... as no pants he had molded to her the way her own did, and her own boots, but pretty much the rest was his. One of his old Slytherin t shirts... with no bra, and one of his older Slytherin school robes completed the look. Well, except the sprig of mistletoe she had tucked into the button of her jeans, and the sprig she had tied into her long wavy brown hair.
He'd already kissed her under each bunch of mistletoe. Especially the one in her pants. Blaise smirked wickedly at the memory of it. She was wearing the robe open. It flowed around her as she danced. She liked to dance. He liked to watch. Then again, he liked to watch a lot of things she did. His favorite thing to watch had been when she was holding Lucius Malfoy to the ground by way of her boot on his throat during the final battle with Voldemort this past summer. That had been well worth watching.
His best friend was currently watching also. His silvery eyes followed her every move. Draco wasn't interested like Blaise was though. There was no fear of that. And even if there was, she was more than enough for sharing. She'd even mentioned that she didn't mind being shared. But just with Draco though, and only because she knew how close he and Blaise were.
Just then he was startled from his thoughts by the subject of them straddling his lap and kissing his cheek.
"Knut for your thoughts, babe."
"I'll give you a nut." He purred, biting at her lips before kissing her.
"Right here? Right now?"
"Don't be an exhibitionist, luv. Draco's the only one I'd let watch."
"So let him."
"Thank you, no." A bored voice said next to them. "I have my own plans for the evening, and they do not involve watching you two perverts spanking one another then humping like mad bunnies on a stamina charm."
"You might enjoy it, yo."
"I do believe I'll enjoy my other engagement more... as it does not involve any voyeuristic tendencies I might have."
"Ooooo." Blaise said. "Does my little Slytherin princess have a date?"
"I might." Draco rose and smirked at them. "See you two much later. Hope Santa brings you lots of switches. I know you'll put them to use."
With that and a swirling of black robes, Draco left their company.
"Aww, Blaise. He wished us switches. I don't care what anyone says... that Draco Malfoy has got a sweet streak like a mo-fo."
"Well, I'll certainly be sure to tell him you said that."
"No way. He'll get all annoying and pouty, so don't you dare... or I'll hurt you. Slayer strength too, you know. I could make it hurt real bad."
"Mmmm." He purred, hands taking advantage of her lack of bra. "Is that a promise?"
"Why do all you Slyhterins ask me if my threats are promises? Like I just offered you candy or some shit?"
"Don't you know you did? Pain can be the sweetest reward. There can be such pleasure in it."
Her eyes became hooded. He so spoke to the 'not so of the light' side of her.
"Let's leave these festivities and create some of our own, my wicked girl."
"I'm down with that."
*~*~*~*
end mini 20
*~*~*
title: It's the Thought
author: echo
rating: PG-13
disclaimer: Not mine. Tara is Whedon's. Snape is Rowling's.
fandoms: BtVS/HP
pairing: Tara/Snape (439)
*~*~*~*
His eye spasmed.
There was a package wrapped in filthy red and green holiday cheer on his desk. He knew who had done it. That soft-spoken little assistant of his. She grated on his nerves. She was far too affable to be his assistant. She needed to assist Flitwick or Sprout. Hell, even Trelawny, the obnoxious bag. No, no. She was good at the ingredients and the potion-making, so Dumbledore had given the soft woman to him.
The loveliest creature in the whole of Hogwarts given to the greasiest.
And she was so... nice to him. Nice! To him! Severus Snape! No matter how many times he yelled at her or snapped at her she treated him with such polite reverence. She was such a mother earth. Nothing he did seemed to phase her. It was sickening. Didn't she ever want to tell him to go to hell? Didn't she ever yell back?
He whipped around to glare at her. She was directing a feather duster to get the top shelves in his supply closet. She looked at him and smiled her half smile. Never a full smile. He supposed he put up with her presence because she seemed so sad at times. There had been sadness to her since she came to the school.
"What is this?"
"It's a Christmas present."
"Obviously." he snapped. "What's within it?"
"Well, I guess you'll have to open it and see, won't you?"
"Insufferable." He muttered before tearing into the package in annoyance.
Severus Snape nearly dropped it in shock when he got down to the gift itself. This he had not expected. Never this. Not from anyone, especially her. It was a very rare potions text. One he had been trying to add to his collection for many years now. Only one old fool even knew that he searched for it. Dumbledore couldn't have told her-
"Dumbledore mentioned you were looking for that. Happy holidays." She whispered, and with that, she scurried out of the room as if she were made of shadows.
He held the books in his sallow hands in shock for several more minutes. Such a gift should not be accepted so lightly... with no words from him. There should be words for the thought she had taken with him. He was not of words, but this called for them.
He placed the book on his desk gently, as it was very old, and hurried after her.
"Maclay! Miss Maclay! Tara!"
She turned, shock on her face. Naturally. He'd used her given name. He'd never done so before. She was Maclay or Miss Maclay. She was even wretched girl or insufferable woman. Never Tara.
"Yes, Professor Snape?"
He swallowed. The words he was about to say rarely passed his lips. "I thank you for the gift. It was most wanted and appropriate"
She smiled enigmatically. There was a light that entered her eyes. "I won't tell anyone."
"Tell anyone what?"
"That you thanked me." Then she placed a hand on his should, stretched up on her tiptoes, and kissed his cold cheek. "Happy holidays... Severus."
He bristled. Then checked for mistletoe. There was none. She had kissed of her own will. Odd.
"I did not give you leave to call me by my given name, you wretched girl." He snapped after her as she hurried away from him.
Tara spun about with grace and still moved away... only backwards. "I know. I am not always well-behaved. Believe it or not, I do have a naughty streak."
Only years of control over his features kept the smirk from his face. His eyes burned after her. She was a bit more dangerous than he'd taken her for.
"You are right. I do not believe you."
She went on as if he had not spoken. "And the mistletoe is in the great hall. Do be careful. I'd hate for you to end up kissing McGonagall or Dumbledore.... or Filch."
"There is no shame in..." He recalled Argus Filch's brown teeth. "Warning duly noted. Though I have kissed Professor McGonagall on her cheek due to mistletoe before."
"But she doesn't kiss near as well as I do." She shouted before nipping around the corner.
Was that an invitation?
She ducked back around. "Yes, that was an invitation."
Then she was gone again.
But he thought she preferred women.
She ducked back around again. "I do prefer women. But I prefer YOU as a person."
Then she was gone. Yet again.
Strange. He'd thought her a mouse. Perhaps she was something a bit more. She seemed to know him rather well. he seemed to know her not at all. She preferred him as a person? What rubbish was THAT? Perhaps he should escort her to Madam Pomfrey to have her head examined.
Severus began stalking towards the great hall. He usually didn't air his personal business at all, let alone before the students. Granted, there were few staying over the winter holiday, but still. Perhaps none of them would notice his newfound curiosity for his assistant. Who was he kidding? Dumbledore was here. It would be all over the school by the first day of the students' return. The headmaster was the worst gossip in the entire school.
All of this because the insufferable woman had thought of him in a gift-giving sense for the holidays. Then she'd had the bad form to kiss him and invite him to return the kiss. And, sweet Salazar, he was actually considering it! He'd obviously taken leave of his senses. Why did the winter holiday tend to make fools of the most sensible of individuals?
What in Merlin's name was she thinking with all of this?
*~*~*~*
end mini 21
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Date: 2004-12-15 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-15 08:31 pm (UTC)Wicked Tara,,, stunned Snape
Date: 2004-12-16 12:58 pm (UTC)I'm kinda used to a sultry wicked Tara from the Dropverse,, but this was priceless.. Especially the popping back around the corner.... LOL.
And Faith / Ollie.. i can see that in a lot of diff ways.
Numfar join me in the Dance of Snoopy....
DD
Re: Wicked Tara,,, stunned Snape
Date: 2004-12-22 11:41 am (UTC)Fantastic work!
Date: 2004-12-21 01:02 pm (UTC)Well in my school there are three male Blaise’s. And one of them is kind of what you picture Blaise Zambini to be… It’s damn right scary…the Blaise I’m talking about would sleep with almost everything that wears a skirt.
(Maybe even Scots. I don’t really know!) And if you want to know, he’s truly drop dead gorgeous, and the bad part is he knows he’s drop dead gorgeous.
So this just shows how real you portray the characters.
Anyway keep up the fab work. I enjoy all of these short stories…
-xxx- Jojo
Re: Fantastic work!
Date: 2004-12-22 11:42 am (UTC)