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Hey, I'm still [livejournal.com profile] drabblewriter , and you're still stuck with me as your host. ^_^ Today's theme is rare pairings. Every fandom has that one OTP (or two or three) that everyone seems to ship, but what about all those other possibilities? Today is the time for these little-known couples to shine. ♥

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theme="RarePairings"

Want. Take. Have. PG-13

Date: 2010-07-07 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] psychedelicammo.livejournal.com
They're in Winnfield, Lousianna, freshly showered and dressed in pajamas after a week long hunt. Jo's got Buffy reruns on the tube when Pamela limps out of the bathroom.

There's a nasty gash running up her thigh, it's not deep, but it's long. She brushes away Jo's helping hands and instead sets out the alcohol, ointment and gauze she'll need. Pamela doesn't need her help, not really. She was stitching herself up long before Jo came along.

Pamela picked Jo up about a year ago. He dad had died right in front of her -killed by a demon. Throat slit, blood sacrificed to bring forth a bigger, badder demon. They were about to do her, Jo can still feel the cold press of steel at her neck, when Pamela had showed up, guns blazing, cussing like a sailor. After the threat was back in hell and before her daddy was cold in his grave, Jo followed Pamela out of town. She hadn't been able to shake Jo since.

So she pretends not to notice the low hiss of pain Pamela makes as she dabs the cut clean. The motel tv has crappy picture, their faces are fuzzy and their voices warble. But it doesn't really matter, the campy, supernatural drama can't hold her attention anyways. Instead, Jo sits very still, her entire body attuned to the steady thrum of Pamela's heart beat and the warmth of the body in bed right beside her. Jo's still high on adrenaline from the hunt and she's aching to touch.

"You know, I'm Faith and you're Buffy." Pamela breaks the silence as she tosses the gauze wrapper into the nearest trash can. Her wound is dressed and it's done well enough, though Jo knows she could have done it better, if only because of her angle.

"You're Buffy." And there's a seriousness in Pamela's dark eyes that has no place in an otherwise silly conversation.

But of course Jo is Buffy, she's blonde. Pamela is the dangerous brunette, the one that doesn't leave the hotel room without a condom in her back pocket, not even for the grocery store.

"You're earnest, and good." Pamela brushes back her damp hair and nips lightly at her lower lip. "You let me patch you up after a bad hunt."

Jo rubs her fingers against the edge of Pamela's tape job. She disagrees, of course, but can't say it for fear that Pamela take it as confirmation, or shut down completely. They don't have heart to hearts often.

"I'm none of those things." Pamela rubs a hand down Jo's cheek. "I'm bad, naughty and I didn't like you at all at first. Wanted to muss you up good." She takes Jo's chin between her thumb and forefinger, forcing her to meet Pamela's eyes. "Dragged you into this life and got just what I wanted. Want. Take. Have."

Jo moans in relief as Pamela finally takes her lips, licking the run off adrenaline from her mouth.

"Now I can't get enough."

Re: Want. Take. Have. PG-13

Date: 2010-07-07 12:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiptoe39.livejournal.com
I love you and want to have your delicious femslash babies.

Nnnghhh. Am I the only one who loves the concept of this pairing? And you made it so deliciously hot and emblematic of the two of them. Thank you, thank you, thaaaank you so much. <333333333

Re: Want. Take. Have. PG-13

Date: 2010-07-08 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] psychedelicammo.livejournal.com
I'd never even thought of this pairing before, so thank youuu. You're an excellent influence :D.

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