Fic: Chosen 3 (part 1) (NC-17) B/W/T/K/F

[Shehulk <shehulk@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Chosen 3 (Part 1)
Author: Shehulk
Email: shehulk@xxxxxxxxxxx
Website:www.shehulk.net
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Buffy/Willow/Tara/Kennedy/Faith
Disclaimer: I don?t own any of the characters.
Feedback: All please!
Distribution: Just let me know where it?s going
Spoilers: none.
Summary: This is an alternate universe fiction.

I can't call this a PWP anymore so let's just mark this one: HIGHJACKED BY 
THE CHARACTERS!

Part 1

The outrageousness of the house was only part of what had appealed 
to Faith, but she wouldn't say what the rest was when asked. Buffy could 
feel the various eyes on her as she approached the front door and wondered 
again why anybody would want that many gargoyles sitting around their roof.

She and Willow had tried to convince Faith to take the estate on 
the other side of her own, but Faith had been adamant. This was the house 
for her. Which disturbed Buffy on quite a few levels. Flinching as the 
knocker banged against the door with the sound of a thunder clap, Buffy 
considered the very real possibility that Faith simply had no taste.

Buffy followed a servant through the darkened house, finding 
herself uneasy at what she was seeing. Bad taste aside; the rooms they were 
passing were completely empty. Maybe Faith?s furniture hasn't arrived from 
New York yet. I'll sic Willow on that. She paused in the entrance to the 
dinning room.

At the far end of the table sat Faith, her chin resting on her 
hand as she idly pushed food around on her plate. She was alone, somewhat 
lost in the room and Buffy was suddenly struck with the awareness that 
Faith was lonesome.

Lonely for the things that friends brought a person. Conversation, 
laughter, camaraderie. Her relationship with Willow, Tara and Kennedy was 
something she treasured above all else and she often credited it with her 
long survival to date. Occasional bouts of sex were no replacement for that 
and Buffy was ashamed that she had not realized this sooner. Okay, lesson 
learned. Time to move on. She walked into the room, her heels clicking 
lightly and alerting Faith to her approach.

?Hey. Mind if I join you??

Her eyes lighting, Faith smiled widely. ?Hey B! Come on in, graba 
chair. Have you eaten yet? I could have the gobs rustle something up for you.?

Buffy took the chair next to the dark slayer before answering. She 
looked at the barely touched steak in front of Faith and summoned a smile. 
?No, I haven't had dinner yet,? she lied, letting Faith summon a servant.

Within moments she had a glass of wine and a basket of fresh bread 
before her. ?So Faith, are you settling in okay? Any problems??

?I'm golden, B. No problems.? Faith took a bite of steak, her 
appetite returning. ?The territory you gave me to patrol is jumping. Nice 
for a change.?

As her own plate was set in front of her, Buffy wondered again how 
she had managed to miss the signs of unhappiness that Faith was now 
showing. ?I'm just glad you?re here. So much stuff happens in this town 
it?s impossible to catch it all.?

?Well, we'll kick this burg into shape in no time.?

?Absolutely.? Buffy chose a slice of bread and glanced around. 
?So, where?s Fred tonight??

Faith snorted. ?Out with her boy toy.?

?Her? you mean Xander??

?Yep. She?s out the door with him the second we get back from 
patrol. It?s a wonder the guy can walk the way she?s riding him.?

Buffy sipped her wine, careful not to reveal how disturbed she was 
by this news. ?Kind of hard to scribe if you?re not around isn't it??

Shrugging, Faith finished her meal. ?I just catch her up on 
anything she missed.?

But the whole point of a scribe was that they had been trained to 
see everything, even stuff that seemed innocuous. You couldn't tell what 
might be important later, so everything was recorded. Plus there?s the 
added benefit of a Slayer never having to be alone. Buffy only half 
listened to Faith?s tale of an adventure she'd had in New York as she made 
plans.

=============

Buffy entered the great hall, coming to a halt as she spotted 
Willow in an animated discussion with several of the hobgoblins. She was 
nodding and holding her hands out in a placating manor. The hobgoblins 
seemed upset by something but Buffy couldn't hear their muffled words from 
where she was. Willow glanced up at the ceiling and nodded again. Then she 
shook her head and placed a hand over her heart. The servants seemed 
satisfied with this and left. Willow?s sigh of relief was audible even at 
this distance. She watched the redhead cross the length of the hall towards 
her, her eyebrow raised in question.

Willow shook her head again as she reached Buffy?s side. ?Quelling 
a minor revolt.?

?A revolt??

?Yeah. Apparently while the hobgoblins are fully prepared to clean 
up demon blood and vampire ashes, they draw the line at having to clean 
chocolate syrup off of the bedroom ceiling.? Willow rolled her eyes. ?Ihad 
to promise them that it wouldn't happen again. I think it?s a height issue.?

?What, we don't have a ladder??

?No, I mean I think they?re afraid of heights.?

?Oh. Another interesting piece of trivia learned.?

Willow chuckled then donned her resolve face, causing Buffy to 
step back a pace. ?Um, Will??

?Now I'm going to have a word with Miss Tara about the proper care 
and handling of a syrup bottle.?

Buffy left the witch to her task and laughed all the way to her 
office. She was still smiling when she entered, a fact that made the person 
sitting in front of her desk somewhat nervous.

Giles shifted slightly, barely able to stop himself from pulling 
off his glasses. Buffy?s ruthless handling of the council was still very 
fresh in his mind and not for the first time he was glad that he had taken 
her side during the conflict.

Buffy sat down and schooled her features to project a more serious 
air. ?Morning, Giles. I was wondering if you could teach Fred how to be a 
watcher.?

Surprised at the request, Giles sought clarification. ?I don't 
understand, she?s already a scribe.?

Buffy nodded her eyes troubled. ?Yes, but she?s not doing her job. 
She?s caught up with the whole Xander/romance thing and has been bailing on 
Faith as much as she can to be with him.?

?I see. That isn't good of course, but why change her position? 
Wouldn't it be easier to let her go altogether??

?Yes, but I don't want to lose my Fixer and if Fred goes back to 
New York then I'm afraid I will. A watcher doesn't have to be with the 
Slayer 24/7 the way a scribe does.?

?I understand. Well the training for a scribe and a watcher are 
similar so it wouldn't be that difficult, but what about the scribe position??

Buffy picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory. ?We 
just requisition a new one. Hello? Maggie? It?s Buffy. I need a scribe.?

============

Faith sat beside the large bay window, watching the sunrise, 
dreading the coming of another day. At least when she was slaying she 
wasn't bored. That her boredom might have stemmed from something else was 
not something she would let herself think about.

She was back in Sunnydale, back to killing vampires the way it was 
supposed to be. Her nights were full and if her days were a little empty 
then it was only because she was thinking about it too much. Faith nodded, 
emphasizing her point. Less thinking, more slaying, fucking and sleeping. 
Resolute, she rose and retreated upstairs to the oblivion that sleep offered.

Pushing open the door to her bedroom, she stopped, her eyes 
locking on the mischievous pair looking back at her. Buffy was lying on her 
stomach facing Faith, her naked body illuminated by dozens of candles 
scattered around the bed. ?Hey.?

?Hey back.? Buffy propped her chin on her hands and let her eyes 
roam possessively over the dark slayer?s body. ?One of us is over dressed.?

Faith closed the door and leaned back against it. ?Guess it?s me.? 
Reaching down, she pulled her boots off, tossing them into a corner. ?Don't 
tell me that all three of your handmaidens got a headache??

?Nope. Just a hard night?s slaying deserves a hard day?s?fucking.?

The word fell from Buffy?s lips and burst into flame between 
Faith?s legs. ?Oo, such a nasty mouth!? Her shirt hit the floor, quickly 
followed by her pants.

?No undies? Who?s calling who nasty??

Faith sat down on the edge of the bed and ran her hand down the 
length of Buffy?s naked back. ?You know me, B. I like to be prepared.?

Buffy smiled up at her and remained where she was, letting Faith 
choose the way.

Faith bent closer, her tongue flicking out to taste the shoulder 
before her. Buffy?s giggle changed to a groan as teeth followed tongue, 
tiny nips of pain soothed with warm, wet strokes. ?Kinda glad you?re here 
B. I haven't had desert yet.?

Buffy?s hands slowly clenched around fistfuls of bedspread as 
Faith straddled her, her damp curls rubbing against her buttocks. ?I could 
go? get ice cream.?

Faith eased over her, her breasts pressing into the blonde 
slayer?s back as she resumed her nibbling. ?Naw, what I got here is 
better.? She sucked a mark into being on the back of Buffy?s neck. ?And I'm 
going to enjoy every bite.?

Hands stroked over her, claiming her through touch and Buffy sank 
willingly into the dark woman?s hold. Faith raked her teeth along the side 
of a flattened breast, causing Buffy to tense. She instantly soothed the 
scratch with her tongue, as her hips began a slight rocking against Buffy?s 
ass. ?Shh. I haven't even gotten to the cream filing yet.?

Her hand pushed underneath Buffy?s hips, slipping between her legs 
and cupping the warmth she found there, spearing it with strong fingers. 
?So wet.? She withdrew her fingers and touched them to Buffy?s lips, 
pushing them into her mouth. ?Taste.?

Her senses swam as her own musky essence flooded her mouth. 
?Unngh. God Faith!? She licked the offered digits clean and looked backthe 
woman sitting on her butt. ?You make me insane.?

Delighted, Faith scraped her nails down the flawless back, raising 
almost bloody weals. Shuddering at the onslaught of sensation, Buffy began 
thrusting back against Faith, illustrating more clearly than with words 
that she approved.

?Oh yeah.? Encouraged, Faith?s bites became harder, her hands more 
grasping. ?It feels good doesn't it?? She tasted blood in her mouth andwas 
rewarded with Buffy?s strangled cry. ?That little kick that tells us we?re 
still alive.? Pulling Buffy to her hands and knees, Faith spread her legsa 
little, opening her to exploring hands.

?Faith!? Fingers inside her, opening her wide, filling her. ?Please!?

?Please what B? This?? She ran her thumb over the hypersensitive 
nub. ?Or this?? Slicked with arousal, Faith sent a lone finger pressing 
into the tight swirl of flesh, causing Buffy to buck wildly against her hand.

Buffy began crying out to deities, impressing Faith with her 
apparent first name basis with several of them. ?Ohh, she likes that.? She 
sank her teeth into a silky buttock and began introducing a second finger. 
?So Lady B is a backdoor girl at heart.?

Moving so that she was pressing against Buffy, Faith began to 
thrust, rubbing herself against the firm smoothness of her ass. ?Jesus!?

Buffy?s head was whipping back and forth as she moved against Faith?s hand, 
mindlessly chanting, ?Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!?

Keeping her fingers deep inside the blonde, Faith used her free 
hand to grip the slippery nub that would finish Buffy off. ?Time to fly.? 
She twisted her fingers and Buffy came apart in her hands with a long 
shuddering scream. Her own release crashed over her, making her pound into 
the flesh beneath her. Buffy?s second orgasm robbed her of the ability to 
make any noise at all, though Faith?s hoarse shouts more than made up for 
any lack.

Faith locked her tired muscles, aware that she was in a position 
to hurt Buffy if she wasn't careful. A tiny whimper escaped Buffy as Faith 
carefully withdrew and she dropped to the bed, exhausted and shaking, 
unable to hold herself upright any longer. Great gulps of air did little to 
ease the whirlwind her mind was in as the blood in her body tried to figure 
out where it should be now.

Faith fell face first onto the bed beside her, unable to summon 
enough energy to do much more than lie there.

===============


Buffy laid the katana in the center of the dinning table and meet 
Faith?s questioning gaze. ?Here?s the deal. This sword is centuries old. 
It?s enchanted, blessed, guaranteed to slay vamps and demons alike, and 
probably makes some really nifty fries.? She grinned. ?There?s only one and 
I've decided to be fair about this. I propose a contest.?

Faith leaned forward, her eyes never leaving the weapon. ?What 
kind of contest??

?Slaying. One night. From dusk to dawn. The one with the most 
kills, demon or vamp, wins the blade.?

Obviously excited, Faith nodded. ?Sounds good. How do we keep score??

Buffy gestured to her assembled house. ?The scribes will keep a 
record of the kills.? She saw Faith shooting Kennedy a doubtful look. ?And 
to make things fair, we?re going to swap scribes for the night. Kennedy 
will go with you and Fred can come with me.?

?And to make the odds even more even, I'll go with you as well.? 
Tara smiled warmly at the dark slayer.

Buffy nodded. ?Right, any kills made by our respective witches 
will count towards our killscore. Any questions??

Faith thought about it a second. ?Just to ask when and where.?

?Tomorrow we'll meet here one hour before sunset. There are no 
boundaries to the hunt and any graveyard is fair game, but you must be back 
within one hour after sunrise.?

?And the winner gets the spoils.?

?Yes. The hobgoblins are preparing a celebration for afterwards so 
the loser can drown her sorrows at least.? Buffy winked at Faith. ?So 
you'll have something to do besides drool over my sword.?

Faith snorted. ?I'm going to be too busy laying you out on this 
table and fucking you blind with my sword, Lady B.? She was pleased at the 
blush that suddenly bloomed in the blonde?s cheeks.

Clearing her throat, Buffy decided it was time to change the 
subject. ?There is one other thing I wanted to run past you Faith. If 
you?re agreeable then Giles wants to train Fred to become your new watcher.?

?I guess if she wants to. But what do I do for a scribe?? 
Confused, she glanced at Willow and Kennedy, knowing damn well that Buffy 
wouldn't let them that far away from her.

?A new scribe will be here in three days.?

Three days? Faith?s face revealed her suspicion. ?Were you asking 
me to make Fred my watcher or telling me??

Holding her hands up in defense, Buffy explained. ?I was asking 
you Faith. But we both know that Fred isn't doing her job. I mean, where is 
she now? We are sitting around the sword of Jouzai, planning its fate. 
Shouldn't somebody be writing that down??

Kennedy shifted a little, tapping the notebook in front of her 
with her pen. ?She?s got a point.?

Faith backed off, not sure why she was defending Fred anyway. 
?Fine, whatever.?

==============

?Good evening everyone and welcome to the first annual Slayerfest. 
I'm Xander Harris, your handsome host and I will be officiating tonight?s 
event.? He smoothed a non existent wrinkle from his rented tuxedo and 
smiled into the camera that was being operated by one of the hobgoblins. 
?Tonight we bring you the ultimate sporting event. Two Slayers. One prize. 
One winner.?

Faith leaned over and whispered to Tara, ?Why are we letting him 
do this again??

?Temporary insanity?? She looked down at herself and thought that 
insanity might be a little too close to the mark. Blue strips of material 
had been tied around her upper arms, identifying her as a member of Faith?s 
?team? along with Kennedy.

Across the driveway, Buffy was standing beside her ?team? the 
crimson bands clearly visible against the black of their patrol clothes.

Fred looked decidedly uncomfortable but had vowed to see the event 
through to the end. Seeing Xander in a tux was helping her a great deal in 
that respect.

Willow was talking to another camera-bearing goblin, apparently 
giving him some last minute filming instructions.

Xander glanced at his watch and raised his voice. ?All right 
combatants. The time is drawing near. The goal is simple: Slay as many evil 
creatures of the night as possible before dawn. The one with the most kills 
wins. And what do they win you ask? The coveted Sword of Jazai! Magically 
enchanted, razor sharp and yet still fashionably trendy, it?s truly a grand 
prize.? He looked at his watch again. ?The contest begins at sunset exactly 
which is in.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Go!?

Buffy rolled her eyes and climbed behind the wheel of the Durango. 
The rest of her team followed suit, as did their ?cameraman?. She started 
the truck and they were off. ?The next time I agree to a bet with Xander, 
will somebody smack me??

Willow?s grin was huge. ?Sure thing, honey.?

Buffy just scowled at her. ?This is your fault, you know.?

?No, this is your fault for making the bet in the first place.?

?God Will! I never thought you'd actually do it!? Heat suffused 
Buffy?s cheeks at the memory.

Unrepentant, Willow chuckled. ?Now you know better.?

In the back seat, Fred listened to the exchange with half an ear 
as she took notes on the evening so far. This might be her last night as a 
scribe but she had a feeling it was going to be a doosie.


============

Faith let Tara drive, wanting to let her focus to be totally on 
the hunt. She stared out into the rapidly fading light, her hand lightly 
stroking the stock of her crossbow. ?So Kennedy. What?s up with Xander??

?He and Buffy made a bet. She lost.?

?A bet? About what??

Tara snickered. ?He bet Buffy that Willow would do a striptease on 
the table in the great hall if Buffy asked her to. In front of everybody.?

?D-Damn! She really???

?Oh yeah, she didn't even hesitate.?

?Whoa. I can't believe it.?

?It was? surprising.? Privately Tara thought that Willow wasthe 
one who had arranged the whole thing because she just couldn't see Xander 
having the guts to suggest such a thing to Buffy?s face without prompting. 
And a guarantee of protection.

Faith was trying to shake the image of Willow dancing across the 
table from her mind when they reached the first cemetery. She stepped out 
into the cool night air and grinned as her slayer senses alerted her to the 
presence of vamps. ?Showtime.?

===========

Buffy emerged from the thick fog of ash coughing roughly. She 
waved a frantic hand at Willow who tossed her a bottle of water. Buffy took 
a mouthful and swished it around before spitting it out again. ?Gah! Icky!? 
She rinsed again, trying to get the taste of vampire out of her mouth.

Fred added seven more vampires to Buffy?s score and looked up in 
time to see the sire of the dusted vamps swing at the slayer with what 
appeared to be a six-foot broad sword.

Buffy leaped into the air over the blade and a stake flew from her 
hand, catching the elder vampire in the throat. ?Well darn it! I don?t have 
time to play with you tonight.? A roundhouse kick to the face was delivered 
with enough force that the already weakened neck simply parted, effectively 
beheading the vamp.

Making a special note as to how the vamp was dispatched, Fred 
trotted after Buffy and Willow as they swept the cemetery. This was their 
fourth tonight and Buffy was racking up some serious body counts. Five 
demons and sixteen vamps so far and there were still three hours until 
sunrise.

Willow was keeping her own metal tally and even she was surprised 
at the numbers of vamps they were finding. Eh, life on the Hellmouth, I guess.

============

The Mohra demon was giving Faith a bit of trouble and that was 
pissing her off. ?When the hell did these things wise up and start wearing 
helmets?? She glared at the thick metal protecting the demon?s one 
weakness: the ruby embedded in the center of its forehead. Faith ran up the 
trunk of nearby tree and flipped into the air, coming down behind the 
monster. Leaping onto its back, she gripped helmet and yanked it off, 
tossing it away. Infuriated at the time this kill was taking; Faith wrapped 
her legs around the Mohra and twisted him to the ground where she proceeded 
to bang his forehead against a gravestone until the ruby was crushed.

Tara sat the unusual helmet into the back of the truck as Faith 
came jogging up. ?Nice move.? She handed Faith a bottle of water and 
watched the slayer drain it in a few long gulps.

?Thanks. And thanks for picking that up. I want Buffy and Giles to 
see that. Either this one was smarter than most or somebody helped him come 
up with this.?

Kennedy knocked against the side of the truck and pointed behind 
them. ?Um, two hours left till sunrise and that?s either a suicidal vampire 
or a very lost human.?

Faith got no feeling of vampire from the teenager and she hustled 
him out of the cemetery with a warning that taking dares in Sunnydale was 
the equivalent of committing suicide. ?Jeez what?s with these kids?? That 
she wasn't much older than the kid in question didn't occur to her.

==========

Xander was waiting back at the mansion, still tuxed much to Fred?s 
delight. ?And here they come! Welcome back Slayers! And now I will ask that 
the official score keepers come forward with their totals.? He took a piece 
of paper from each of the scribes and read them quickly. ?And second place, 
with 33 kills, goes to Buffy!? Xander realized that they hadn't arranged 
for an actual second place prize and after a quick glance around, he 
shrugged and pushed Willow into Buffy?s arms. ?Congratulations.?

Faith blinked as she realized that he had said second place. That 
meant? ?Yes!? She pumped the air with her fist and turned to share 
high-fives with her teammates. ?Hot Damn!?

Xander carried the sword over to the winner and presented it. ?Our 
first place winner, with 35 kills, Faith!?

Faith took the weapon and bowed as the rest of her friends 
applauded. ?Thank you! Now let?s party!?

=============

The Mohra helmet somehow came to be sitting in the center of the 
table, a macabre centerpiece that Willow tried to dress up by sticking 
flowers in the eye holes. The large piece of armor now stared at everybody 
with pink carnation eyes.

The night?s battles were recounted by the scribes, some causing 
laughter, some causing a new gleam of respect.

?I can still taste the ash.? Buffy complained as she sipped her 
wine again and took the accompanying laughter in good grace.

Faith couldn't remember a time when she felt so content. She 
looked at the people around her and felt like her heart was going to burst, 
which immediately made her defensive. Sliding her chair back, she stood and 
left the room.

Seeing the dark slayer leave, Buffy followed. She caught up with 
Faith in the library. ?Faith? Are you okay??

Faith was sitting by the now dying fire, running her hands over 
the sword in her lap. ?Yeah, I?m fine B. Just catching my breath.? She 
tilted her head to the side and studied the other woman. ?I?m getting the 
feeling though that there was more to this little game than deciding who 
gets this sword.?

Buffy shrugged. ?Nah, just wanted to have some fun.?

?Right.? Faith?s smirk clearly showed her doubt, but she letit 
slide, not wanting to get into anything that might cause either one of them 
to get sappy. ?I was thinking though, Not really fair to keep this thing 
all to myself.?

?Well that was the point of the contest. Besides, I'm tickled pink 
with my second place prize.? They shared a smile.

?Yeah, but how about we change the rules?? She tapped a quick beat 
on the sheath with her fingers. ?How about I hang onto this for the next 
six months and then we have another contest to see who gets it for the next 
six months after that??

?Never let it be said that you?re just another pretty face, Faith. 
That?s a great idea.?

Faith shrugged and stood, slinging an arm around Buffy?s 
shoulders. ?Can't fight perfection B.? She murmured softly into Buffy?s 
ear, ?Let?s go see if Xander and Fred have bailed yet. You and I have an 
appointment with a table and this sword.?

Buffy?s face was flaming, but she went willing with Faith back to 
the dinning room.

===============

The taxi pulled to a stop in front of the house, disgorging its 
passenger and her luggage before zipping off as if being chased. Jenny 
Calendar tilted her head back and stared at the ominous spires that were 
thrusting towards the sky like some crooked and clawed hand. I can't blame 
him.

She picked up her bags and climbed the stone steps to the front 
door, eyeing the gruesome lion?s head in its center, which was holding a 
large metal ring. Gingerly gripping the cold metal, she lifted the ring and 
let it fall, unsurprised at the thunderous boom that resulted.

A moment latter the door swung slowly open and she was presented 
with a dark opening. Jenny started to reach for her bags again when 
something emerged from the darkness. She straightened, keeping her eyes on 
the gnarled face of the goblin that took possession of her luggage. He 
grunted, which she assumed was an invitation to follow him so she did, 
stepping into the shadows lying beyond the threshold.

The only light in the entryway came from a few candles, making 
Jenny wonder if there was some kind of power outage. She saw another goblin 
coming towards her from the gloom. ?I am the new scribe. I believe the 
Slayer is expecting me??

He shook his head and jerked his thumb towards the left side of 
the house, muttering indistinctly.

?Next door? What?s next door??

Another mutter.

?Okay then. I'll just pop over there.? She turned to leave and 
then thought of something. Facing the goblin again Jenny waved a hand at 
the dark room. ?While I'm gone why don't you guys do something about 
getting some light in here??

Stepping back outside, Jenny looked around and spotting the small 
path leading around the house, she followed it until she came to another 
wall. A wrought iron gate provided a way to the other side and she strode 
briskly along the path to the large mansion on the hill. So this is where 
the other slayer lives.

She was almost disappointed to find a normal doorbell by the front 
entrance even if it was brass. Jenny pressed the button, wondering at the 
disparity between the two homes. They?re probably at each other?s throats 
all the time.

The door opened and she found herself facing another goblin. ?I'm 
looking for Faith. I'm her new scribe.?

Plainly doubting that, the goblin never the less let her enter and 
then pointed to the stairs. His muffled comment froze Jenny in mid step, 
but before she could ask him to clarify, the demon had disappeared down the 
hallway. Surely I misheard him.

The staircase was wide enough for three people to walk down side 
by side comfortably and carpeted in a rich crimson. As Jenny climbed, she 
took note of the variety of weapons covering the walls, broken only by the 
occasional portrait of young women from different periods. This must be the 
traditional home of the Chosen.

Wondering how Faith had come to be housed in the gothic nightmare 
down the hill, Jenny stopped at the edge of the landing and studied the 
series of closed doors in front of her. If what the hobgoblin said was true 
then she?s probably behind one of these.

As she walked past the doors, the unmistakable sound of a feminine 
scream reached her. She stopped and turned the knob on the door in front of 
her, a little smile playing across her lips.

She wasn't disappointed. The door closed behind her with a quiet 
snap but no one on the bed was paying any attention. Jenny realized that 
she wasn't going to be able to speak with the either of the slayers until 
they were finished so she chose a chair which provided her with a good view 
and settled back to wait.

To pass the time, she counted heads, finding five separate women 
in the complex tangle. At least she assumed it was only five; as the knot 
of sweating bodies moved it was hard to tell where one woman ended and 
another began.

It wasn't long before there was a cry of pleasure that could only 
mean release, quickly followed by another. More shouts followed and Jenny 
had to smile at the display of enthusiasm and athletics. She was startled 
and a little concerned when a sheathed sword fell from the intertwined 
bodies and landed on the floor with a dull thud. Hmm. Kinky. I think I'm 
going to like it here.

Tara was the first to untangle herself from the throng and she 
eased off the bed and stood up into a long stretch, rising on her toes and 
reaching for the ceiling.

Jenny smiled in appreciation at the sight. ?Beautiful.?

Tara blinked and dropped back down to the bed with a distressed 
sound, which caused Buffy to jerk upright from her position between 
Kennedy?s thighs. ?Tara?? She saw the woman sitting across the room and 
leapt from the bed. ?Who are you? How did you get in here??

Willow unlocked her legs from around Faith?s waist, the dildo 
sliding out of her with slight sucking sound that made her flush. Faith 
ditched the harness she was wearing and came off the bed to stand beside 
Buffy, her stance one of battle readiness. ?She asked you a question.?

Jenny beamed cheerfully at them. ?I'm sorry. I didn't mean to 
upset anyone. As to whom I am, I'm Jenny Calendar. I was told that I would 
find Faith in here by one of the servants.? She crossed her legs and 
straightened her skirt, completely unfazed both by what she had seen and 
the hostile looks being focused on her now.

Buffy forced the tension from her body and looked at Faith. ?Your 
new scribe.?

Faith rolled her eyes. ?Figures.?

Willow handed Buffy a robe identical to the one she was now 
wearing and the one Tara was hastily pulling on. Buffy tied the belt, 
glaring at the black-haired woman who had just destroyed her chances of a 
post-coital nap. ?I was told that you would be arriving tomorrow.?

Faith ignored the robe that Willow was trying to hand her and 
instead treaded into the adjoining bathroom.

Jenny watched her go, her eyes drawn to muscles moving in such a 
sensual rhythm. Ooo, the possibilities. She looked over to find Buffy 
scowling at her and exhaled. ?I hardly think you can blame me for 
appreciating beauty in one of its more enjoyable packages.?

?You'd be surprised at what I can blame you for.? Buffy stabbed a 
finger in the direction of the door. ?Now I suggest you go down to the 
great hall and wait for us there.?

Jenny stood, humoring the girl. ?All right, I'll wait downstairs.? 
She opened the door and then paused. ?You know, after being in bed with 
four women, you'd think you'd be in a better mood.? Not waiting for an 
answer, Jenny left.

Buffy was turning an interesting shade of purple and Willow was 
quick to soothe her. ?Now that she?s gone, why don't we all hit the bathroom??

?I'd like to hit something all right.?

Willow took Buffy?s hand and pulled her into the bathroom where 
Faith was already soaking in the huge tub. ?See? There?s bubbles and 
there?s Faith. The perfect bath time toy.?

Faith snickered and sent a spray of water at the redhead. ?Yeah, 
come make me squeak Lady B.?

Despite her attempt to stop it, a smile escaped onto Buffy?s lips 
and she slid into the water next to the dark slayer.

Willow and Tara followed, and then looked expectantly at Kennedy. 
?Well??

Kennedy shook her head at the madness of trying to fit them all 
into the tub, but gamely lowered herself into the water.

They had to do some arranging but soon everyone was comfortable. 
Buffy was absently soaping Faith?s shoulder, her mind obviously on the 
woman waiting for them downstairs. ?Not the best way to meet somebody.?

Kennedy looked up from her careful scrubbing of Tara?s foot. ?I 
know her. She was one of my teachers during my training.?

That got everyone?s attention. Willow dropped her soap and had to 
go fishing for it, making Buffy jump. ?Sorry.? She focused on Kennedy 
again. ?Why would they send a teacher??

Since no one had an answer, Tara cleared her throat and pointed 
out that the answers were waiting for them downstairs in the great hall. 
?Not that I want this to end.? She punctuated this by pressing a kiss to 
Faith?s cheek.

Buffy?s sigh was resigned. ?Come on. She?s not going to go away.?

Faith grinned. ?That?s not a bad thing. B. She?s kinda hot.? She 
sputtered through the tidal wave that was sent in her direction and yanked 
Willow?s foot, pulling her under. The situation quickly escalated.

===========

The group descended the stairs together, save for Willow who was 
trying to explain the vast amounts of flooding to the house staff.

?She?s going to kill us for leaving her to deal with them.? 
Buffy?s muffled laugh belied the seriousness of her warning.

Faith merely smiled her attention on the woman rising to meet 
them. ?So, you?re my new scribe. Hope you last longer.?

Jenny easily read the challenge in the young girl?s eyes and 
responded in kind. ?Oh you'll find I have more than enough stamina to keep 
up with you.?

tbc





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