Wonderful Christmastime by Dolores Labouchere

Notes: Mostly a PWP. This resulted from a comment Kate made on IRC the
other night, from which a plot bunny burrowed a hole in my mind. It's only
my second f/f fic, and the first to feature a sex scene, and I can hardly
believe I've written it. Note that it is *not* meant to be taken seriously
in any way. For Kate as she gave me the idea, and for Faithtastic and
Selena, writers of the net's best F/J fic.

"This I not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with
great force." – Dorothy Parker

***

The door slammed, and Faith watched through the little windows as Buffy
sprinted down the path, out of sight. The brunette turned back to face
Joyce, who had appeared in the living room doorway.

"Was that Buffy?"

"Uh, yeah, she had some stuff to take care of."

"Oh, let me guess. Slayer stuff Mom isn't allowed to be in on?"

"Somethin' like that. Y'know Buffy – ever the vigilant vamp killer."

"I wish I did know. She never tells me though. On Christmas Eve as well."
Joyce sighed. "Oh well. Would you like a drink?"

"Sure." The two women walked into the sitting room and Joyce poured some
nog for them each, and they sat down on the sofa. The gifts Faith had
brought lay under the tree in front of them; one a cylinder shaped package,
the other square and thin.

There was an awkward silence, then Joyce asked. "So, what did you get Buffy
for Christmas?"

"It's stupid."

Joyce smiled, "Tell me, please. I'm sure it's fine."

"Uh, 'The Vampire Lestat' by Anne Rice."

Joyce raised an eyebrow.

Faith gave her an uncertain look. "I thought she could relate."

"Oh," was all Joyce could think to say.

Another awkward silence ensued.

Eventually, Faith turned to Joyce. "Actually, you should probably open your
present now."

Joyce took a sip of nog, then asked, "Why?"

"It's probably somethin' you shouldn't show B."

"Faith, what have you got me?" the older woman asked, as she got up to
retrieve the gift from under the tree. She looked up to see that Faith, of
all people, appeared to be blushing.

"It's really, really stupid, and I can't believe I got you it, and you'll
probably hate me."

"I'm sure it will be lovely, dear," Joyce said, although she sounded a
little uncertain.

"It's just that B an' me, we were talking, and she said that you haven't
really had much in the way of, uh, menfolk in your life recently, and I
thought you might want somethin' to cheer you up."

Joyce glanced at Faith, then began to unwrap the cylindrical object in her
hands. The gift was covered in cellophane, and there was a label that read,
'The Ultravibe Pleasure 2000'.

The paper fell away, and there was a pause. Joyce's mouth fell open, and
Faith's crimson face lowered to stare at her feet. Eventually Joyce
croaked, "Faith… a vibrator?"

The younger woman looked up. "Hey, I've got one. Three actually." Despite
her embarrassment Faith cracked a grin. "Forget diamonds, *that* is your
best friend."

Suddenly Joyce burst out laughing. "Oh, Faith, that's probably the most
considerate gift I'll get. Buffy always gets me perfume or a robe. This…
well, at least I can stop moping about Ted for a bit."

"Ted?"

"Don't ask."

Joyce laughed again, and Faith joined in, relieved that Mrs. Summers liked
the gift.

"You are quite a girl," said Joyce, and smiled at Faith, clutching the
vibrator in her hand.

Ruby red lips smiled back at the older woman, and a third silence occurred,
but this one was not awkward. The smiles faded, and the two sat staring at
each others' eyes for a time, then the natural thing to do was to close the
distance, to see the others' eyes up close, to let their lips touch, to open
their mouths and taste the nog on each others' tongue, to join in an
embrace, to fall back and forward onto the sofa.

Faith sucked on an earlobe, and ran her hands over Joyce's breasts, whilst
Joyce ran her fingers through Faith' soft, dark locks, and nuzzled at her
breastbone. Clothes began to be unbuttoned and unclasped.

Joyce gasped, "Shall we take this upstairs? I've never had the chance to
christen my bed." Faith nodded, grabbed something, and then the two fumbled
and fondled and kissed their way to Joyce's bedroom, falling onto the soft
duvet as one, red lipstick smeared across Joyce's cheek.

Leather trousers and a cotton blouse drifted to the floor, and for a moment
the pair stopped their actions.

"You OK with this Mrs. S?"

"Don't call me that," Joyce gently chided.

"You OK with this J?"

"Or that! But yes, yes I am."

"Then what's with the not doing it?"

"I'm just taking in the fact I have a woman in bra and panties on my bed
with me in a bra and panties. I'd like to remember that. It has been a bit
of a fantasy for me."

The ruby red lips split in a dazzling smile. "And here's me worried about
getting' ya a vibrator!"

Joyce gave a throaty chuckle to that. "Now, where were we?"

"Somewhere about here," Faith replied, and pushed her mouth into the soft
valley between Joyce's breasts.

The brunette ran her tongue over the rosy flesh moving to take a
satin-coated nipple in her mouth, sucking the material, trying to taste
Joyce. The older woman ran her hands over the supple skin that was taut on
Faith's smooth back, revelling in its warmth, and sighing with pleasure as
Faith took the other nipple in her mouth. Both were becoming moist, both
wanted to quench the desires now rushing in their blood.

Grunting and bucking, the two removed what underwear that remained and Faith
gasped as Joyce fingers found her engorged clitoris, rubbing and stroking in
expert manner. Absorbed by her task, Joyce didn't notice Faith reaching for
something placed on the bedside table until she heard the buzzing sound. A
slightly cold object was placed in the midst of the russet curls between her
legs, then moved down to her own sex. She giggled.

"Hey!" said Faith, "You're supposed to be enjoying this."

"Oh, it's nice. It just… tickles."

"I'm not doing it right then."

When the vibrator warmed up, and Faith started to do it right, Joyce's
giggles were replaced by moans, and she had to concentrate hard on using her
hand to return the favour to Faith. Both were momentarily given a break
when Faith moved up the taller woman's body and their lips slammed together
again, roughly this time, and Faith sucked on Joyce's tongue. Then Joyce
broke this kiss and repositioned to move her hand back to Faith's slick
opening. The Slayer's pelvic thrusts began to quicken as Joyce's digits
thrust into her, and sweat coated her forehead and chest, her hair plastered
to the side of her face. Joyce's other hand squeezed a brown nipple and
massaged Faith's bosoms.

Panting, Faith issued a strangled, "Oh, fuck!" as she felt her orgasm build
inside her. Joyce fingers sped up, and Faith's head snapped back, mouth
open in a silent cry as ecstasy shot through her veins, muscles clenching
and hips thrusting as she did so.

For a moment she caught her breath, then pushed her damp hair back with one
hand.

"Woah," she whispered, then grabbed the still pulsing vibrator and pushed it
back into Joyce's moist folds, causing the older woman to moan in pleasure.
Using her mouth to lick and nibble the skin further up on Joyce's body,
Faith moved the sex toy in what she hoped was the most pleasurable way. The
brunette was rewarded by a series of short cries from Joyce that built into
a near scream of delight as the older woman's orgasm consumed her body in
waves.

When Joyce's own thrusts finally subsided, Faith flicked a switch and tossed
the now inert vibrator onto the floor. She then moved back up to kiss Joyce
again, before the two embraced, enjoying the feel of silk skin against silk
skin, Faith laying her head on Joyce's round breasts.

They lay like that for a time, kissing occasionally, until Faith glanced at
the window.

"Shit! It's snowing!"

Joyce laughed. "Don't be silly. This is Sunnydale."

"I ain't kidding. I'm from Boston. I recognise snow."

Joyce twisted her head to follow Faith's gaze. "Goodness, it really *is*
snowing."

Faith jumped out of bed and pulled her clothes on. After a moment, Joyce
also got up, and wrapped the robe Buffy had given her two Christmases before
around her, and the two went downstairs.

Faith opened the front door and they looked in wonderment at the fat flakes
as they drifted to the ground.

"Wow," said Joyce, "sex with a woman *and* a white Christmas. Two of my
fantasies fulfilled on the same day."

Faith smirked, "Got any left to do?"

Joyce chuckled. "Oh yes, but I doubt Oz would be up for a threesome."

.End