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Helpful Debbie
“Oh, it's good. Real good. All nice and steady.”
Debbie raises an eyebrow at Willow. That answer to her question about the state of the redhead's relationship with Faith practically invites more questions. But it doesn't look as if Willow intends to say anymore, the redhead averts her eyes and starts fidgeting around, playing with her cup of tea.
“But? I sense a but in there, Will.”
The witch squirms at that for a bit and Debbie can see the blush coming – can hear it coming by the acceleration of Willow's heartbeat. “Um, well, uh... I'd like to... you know... I mean-”
Debbie actually rolls her eyes at the stammering redhead before saying the obvious out loud: “You want to have sex with her.”
Not the most sensitive way to cut off someone's rambling but with the pair of idiots in love that are Faith and Willow Debbie feels perfectly justified to be a bit crude. First, the two had danced around each other all spring because they were worried about how she would take it if they started dating (and that nonsense with the First Evil had not helped) – but seriously? If Faith can work with Buffy after what Buffy did to her then it should be obvious that Debbie can be cool with Faith and Willow being in a relationship. Heck, Faith's rage towards Willow had definitely rivaled or even exceeded the combined anger, hurt and fear that Debbie felt towards the redhead.
And now the two of them are stuck in this... dance. "They're hopeless. So utterly hopeless...".
The now beet red witch stumbles her way through her next few sentences. It all boils down to her not wanting to rush it, not wanting Faith to think that it's just a rebound etc. Honestly, it would be sweet if Willow and Faith were not such dumbasses. Like, Faith said almost the exact same things the last time she and Debbie talked – save for the rebound stuff. The blonde is willing to give Faith some slack though, Faith's experiences with (romantic) relationships are... poor, to put it mildly. So, her being unsure of how to proceed with a relationship she really, really wants to last is perfectly understandable. From Willow though Debbie would have honestly expected a bit more initiative...
“Guess I'll have to give them a little shove...” Whatever would Debbie be if not helpful? If she could still sigh, she would but instead she takes a sip from her cup of blood and mulls things over. The spark of an idea comes to her after a few seconds: this Saturday they (Amy, Debbie, Faith and Willow) plan to go to a costume party to make sure the party goers don't end up as vamp chew. You're supposed to dress up as a video game character from the 1990s and well, that offers up some promising possibilities.
Debbie waits until after Willow has calmed down a bit before floating her idea to the witch. “Have you already decided on what to wear to that costume party on Saturday? The right costume could be a great way to signal your desires.”
The word “desires” was a mistake, Debbie can tell in an instant as Willow starts to fidget and blush, again. “Oh, um... well, I... I don't really play video games... I googled some-” “I get it.”
Debbie doesn't want to be rude, but she really doesn't want to listen to another round of Willow babble. Faith might think it's adorable, but the blonde doesn't see the appeal. “I think I have an idea for your costume. Give me a day or two to see if I can get it arranged.” She gives Willow her best reassuring smile “If it works out, I'm sure Faith will be ogling you.”
Willow turns crimson. But this time Debbie can spot a certain eagerness in her eyes. That said, she still ends up having to reassure Willow that she won't feel humiliated being seen in public – something about fears of being naked on stage and having forgotten her text is thrown in there. Debbie can alleviate all those concerns, however. And she means it. If her plan succeeds Willow and Faith won't be seen in public at all that night.
Saturday evening:
“I-I-I... I can't wear this!” Willow's face is bright red, and her horrified eyes are wide as saucers. The redhead's arms are flying about trying to cover herself up while she stares at herself in the mirror.
Despite the volume of Willow's shriek Debbie finds herself chuckling, the redhead's reaction is just too funny. (To think that she used to have nightmares about Willow) Part of her is tempted to tease the witch a bit, but she forces herself to stay focused. Though she's confident in her idea the blonde can perfectly understand Willow's mortification with her current outfit.
Fanha's outfit is... risqué to say the least. Debbie remembers when she first saw the official art in the Secret of Mana guidebook. She had rolled her eyes at the obvious fanservice. Though what could you expect from a game where a tiger bikini counts as a legit armor? But it had succeeded in catching Faith's attention. The brunette even let out a whistle.
'Man, that's one wicked hot redhead!'
For this reason, Debbie is sure that she picked the right outfit for Willow. Also, it's oddly fitting. No, Willow's hair isn't as dark as Fanha's and she doesn't have a muscular frame, but she's a powerful magic user and has a history with snakes. She hasn't turned into a half woman half snake creature with four arms yet, but given the madness that happens to them all the time it might still happen...
Anyway, thanks to some quick magic from Amy the redhead is now dressed as Fanha. Debbie knew perfectly well that Willow would NEVER put on these clothes herself, so she got a little help from the blonde witch.
Willow's hair is styled in a bob, and her forehead is adorned with an elaborate golden circlet. It all suits her quite well, in Debbie's opinion. The rest of the outfit though is where the redhead's mortification is coming from.
There's the... eye-catching pale purple dress. Or what's supposed to be a dress. Debbie is not too familiar with Asian clothing... assuming that this isn't just the result of taking a dress and turning it into pure fanservice...
The dress has side slits that go ALL the way up to the waistline, where the whole thing is kept together by a thin line of cloth over which a pale green sash sits. One gust of wind from Willow's right side and you get to see everything below her waist. There's no underwear in this outfit. The slits then restart and go up until the arm pits exposing a good amount of side boob – the dress is tight on the torso. The tight sleeves go all the way down to the wrists from where on a triangular cut goes all the way to the base of the middle finger. Over the right shoulder sits an over-sized dark green and silver shoulder guard. Around the neck sits a dark red cloak that falls over the left shoulder and goes all the way down to the ankle. The near knee-high boots also have an interesting color scheme of pale green and pale purple...
That said, it all stacks up to a rather enticing picture... though the risk of Willow's head exploding from all the blood gathered there seems to be growing by the second. But this is sure to get Faith going horny and that is the end goal here.
With a big grin on her face Debbie steps up to Willow and tries to calm the redhead down. “Now, now, remember the goal of wearing this is to get Faith to initiate the next phase of your relationship.” Willow's head turns downright scarlet at the reminder of the conversation she had with Debbie three days prior. She's probably regretting opening up to her. Realizing this, the blonde quickly changes tactics.
“Look, I understand that this is embarrassing but try to picture Faith's face when she sees you.” Now THAT angle is super effective. Willow, still bright red, starts to look more contemplative and after a few seconds Debbie can make out a calculative look in the witch's eyes as she clearly weighs her own horror at her clothing against Faith's probable reaction... and few moments later there appears to be the tiniest hint of an eager spark in her eyes. Then the witch chews on her lower lip and Debbie starts patting her own back. Apparently, the math works out in the redhead's mind...
“I say, if Faith doesn't go all hungry and horny on you, I'd like to bite.” With a single remark Amy has just undone all of Debbie's hard work as Willow's eyes go wide with horror and she again tries to cover herself up. And letting out a shrieked “Amy!” as she does so.
Since she's right next to Willow, the shriek actually hurts Debbie's ears this time and she turns around to glare at her accomplice. The blonde witch shrugs her shoulders with an unapologetic look on her face. “I mean it. You look like an absolute snack, Will. If Faith doesn't want to jump you, well, a little one-night stand has never hurt anyone.” She winks at Willow via the mirror as she says that. The poor redhead looks as if she's about to explode but thankfully, they are saved by the doorbell.
“Get the door, Amy.” If that comes out more as a bark than anything else, then Amy has no one to blame but herself. Debbie doesn't even wait for Amy to answer before she turns her full attention back to Willow – just in time to restrain the witch and stop and her from magicking away her current outfit.
“Will! Stop-” The redhead is frantically shaking her head and struggling against Debbie's hold “No! No, no, I can't be seen in this!” “Will! That's Faith!”
That has the redhead cease her struggles “Huh?” Debbie almost rolls her eyes at the look of disbelief on Willow's face “What? You thought I'd have you walk around outdoors like this?”
Willow blinks in response before she averts her eyes in embarrassment. Evidently, she had thought that yes, Debbie would have her walk around like this. Now the blonde actually rolls her eyes. “Oh, come on, Willow! I even told you to light some of your special candles in here for an extra enticing atmosphere! Of course, I arranged for Faith to come here to pick us up – literally in your case.”
For that final half sentence Debbie makes sure to sport a sly look and say it in a playful tone – she even tries the eyebrow wiggling that Faith loves to do. Willow turns so red that she almost faints! Debbie can't help but snicker at that. “Serves her right for making this so difficult.”
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Faith is not sure what to expect when she rings the bell at Willow's apartment. The original plan had been to meet at the party, but then she had been called by Debbie and informed that they would meet at Willow's at around 8pm and then make their way to the party from there. The blonde had been quite vague about the reasons for it... oh well, Faith's good at rolling with the punches. She just hopes that Willow will appreciate her costume. Hopefully she hasn't overdone it-
The door is opened energetically, and Faith finds herself raising an eyebrow at the blonde witch in front of her – an appreciating eyebrow, because that's a nice amount of cleavage on display.
“Hey A, gotta say that's one hot- wait! Are you Natla?!” Faith finds herself eyeing Amy's outfit from top to bottom and bottom to top to be certain, but yeah, she's pretty sure that she's right. There's the long-sleeved teal blouse, the dark blue miniskirt and black belt, the brown stockings and the black high heels. Even the haircut and the lipstick seem to be on point.
The blonde witch smirks at that. “That's right. You can't bump off me and my brood so easy, Lara!” Faith finds herself chuckling at that. “Shit, A! Ya even did prep for this?!” “Of course! If you do it, do it right and all that!”
With that Amy waves her inside and Faith steps past the blonde. Entering the apartment itself though there's no sign of Debbie or Willow. Slayer hearing picks up some hushed talking in the bedroom – though Faith can't make out what is said. Curious, she tuns her attention back to Amy.
“So, what's the big idea that had us change plans?” Amy just shrugs her shoulders though the smirk on her face tells Faith that the witch knows exactly what is going on. “Oh, you know, Willow needed some aid with her costume. But really, can we talk about you for a minute? You can't run around like that and not sound posh British, you know?”
Not falling for that distraction Faith turns her attention back towards the bedroom but Amy has different ideas. “Left Larson sucking wind then, eh?” And all right, now Faith rolls her eyes but takes the bait. “If that's the phrase.”
That gets a snort from the blonde witch. “Oh, that was spot on. Did your own prep, huh.” Faith smirks at Amy but shakes her head. “Nah, not really. Just love the game.”
Before they can continue any further on this topic though Faith's attention is drawn to the bedroom door again as Debbie steps out of it. Faith lets out an appreciating whistle for Debbie sure cuts a pretty sight.
The blonde has her hair tied in a high ponytail with a small green crown with a gold trim serving as the headdress. She wears a bright pink corset and harem pants of the same color combined with gold chains and turquoise jewels. Pink bracers with a gold trim sit on her forearms and further down she sports a gold bracelet on her right ankle, which accentuates her curled up indigo high heels.
After a short moment it clicks for Faith and she knows what she's looking at. “Damn, Deb! That's the girl from that Mana game, right? Looks, great on ya.”
Her compliment earns her a cheeky smile. “Yes, it seemed fitting. You loved to joke that it was me in the game.”
Faith just grins and shrugs her shoulders. She's about to make a comment about how sexy Debbie looks but the blonde beats her to the punch and points her thumb at the bedroom door. “Anyway, would you mind going in there and tell Willow that she looks brilliant? She's feeling overly self-conscious.”
That last line draws some halfhearted protest from Will. Eager to see Willow's reaction to her outfit and honestly curious what the redhead is wearing Faith quickly strides over to the bedroom and steps past Debbie – and freezes, for her eyes land on a Goddess.
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Debbie barely suppresses a laugh as she watches Faith's eyes bulge and her jaw drop. There's no helping the huge grin on her face though as she watches her friend stand there like a statue in the doorway and stare at Willow. And speaking of Willow, the redhead's face is still bright red, but her eyes are flying all over Faith's outfit. Debbie can see the appreciation in those eyes, the eagerness and lust from across the room and feels the grin on her face grow impossibly wide. “Knew Faith would nail her costume. We got this.”
Next to her Faith has remembered to breath and Debbie watches as her friend's eyes fly up and down Willow's frame and after a moment Faith rather audibly has to swallow. Debbie almost rolls her eyes at that and decides to go for the kill instead of letting these two continue undressing each other while not making a move.
She leans towards Faith's ear and whispers “Go get her, tiger.” Faith's head turns towards her at impossible speed and the brunette's eyes are so wide that it's hilarious. “Forgot I'm here, huh?” Fortunately, Debbie has excellent self-control and forgoes the opportunity to do some teasing (she can't quite suppress a snicker though) and gives her friend another verbal shove. “Go, she wants it – wants you. Badly. Amy and I'll take care of things at the party, trust me.”
That finally does the trick and Faith nods just the slightest bit before looking at Willow again. Debbie leaves the room and shuts the door behind her.
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“God, she's hot!” Willow is no gamer. She never got invested in video games, though she would watch Xander and Jesse play at times back in the days. But in this very moment Willow has a very special appreciation for video games – well, the clothing of the female characters at least.
Faith's wearing a turquoise leotard, light brown shorts, calf-high boots, and tall white socks. Fingerless gloves, a backpack, a utility belt with holsters on either side, and two pistols complete the outfit. It's really, really... breathtaking. Her hair is in a ponytail displaying her beautiful face in all its glory – especially those gorgeous, big brown doe eyes! Those kissable lips... Willow actually licks her own lip and is lucky to see the way Faith's eyes widen at that. It's a great source of confidence. And lust. Somewhere in the back of her mind Willow can feel the heat building up between her legs...
Then Debbie leaves the room and it's just the two of them.
Gathering her courage, Willow tries to strike a pose – she forgets about the cloak on her left side for a moment and has to hastily settle her left hand on her hip, but the rest works. She brings her right hand up and places it behind her head. She angles her right side forward just a bit so that Faith can get a better picture of the exposed skin – and it works wonders. She sees Faith's eyes widen even more and the slayer has to visibly swallow as her eyes feast themselves on the view in front of them – the heat that had been building in Willow these last few moments is getting unbearable...
“How – how do I look?” Her question draws Faith's attention back to her face – her eyes. Willow has to gulp at the intensity within those big, beautiful liquid chocolate eyes.
“Hot. Fucking hot.” Faith's voice sends the best of shivers down Willow's spine and then the slayer advances on her. The redhead feels her breathing quicken as her thing starts throbbing almost painfully. The brunette stops just in front of her. Faith still has some (annoying) self control-left...
“Will, do you-” The redhead can't take it anymore “Oh, just fuck me already, you beau- hmph!”
Faith's mouth crashes onto her own and the brunette's tongue darts forward with impossible speed and need to probe, taste and feel – and Willow doesn't hesitate to return it all in full. Faith's arms are wrapped around her, pulling her in. Then their hands start roaming each other's body, squeezing and slapping here and there and then they are on Willow's bed. The witch has never been more grateful to wear an outfit without any underwear than today.
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They are barely out of the apartment when Amy feels Willow's magic going crazy with endorphins and bleeding all throughout the building – and probably the whole town in short order. It's impressive, really. Sadly, it also rubs salt into the gaping wound that is Amy's lack of a sex life these days. However, she tries to be happy for Willow. Difficult as that might be...
“Wow, they're really going at it.” She lets out a whistle and plasters a smile on her face. Saying this out loud is as much about distracting herself as it is about letting Debbie know that her plan worked.
The vampire raises an eyebrow at Amy but her happiness for her best friend wins out over whatever suspicion she might have, and she chuckles and shakes her head. “Great, it's about time. Those two can be such idiots...”
Amy nods to that and briefly eyes Debbie. The blonde is a pretty sight, though sadly Debbie much prefers men as partners. While, according to Debbie, her experience with Faith – back during their four years on the run after the slayer woke up from her coma – was not an unpleasant one it just hadn't clicked. (Also, it's a good thing that the mayor had been true to his word that there is no perfect-happiness-clause attached to the magic he used to put Debbie's soul back into her body, as otherwise she would be damned to a miserable existence). And Amy isn't arrogant enough to think that she could make it click for Debbie. Plus, Amy suspects that Debbie might be in the early stages of starting something with Oz, but she isn't sure about that. It could well be that the two of them just enjoy each other's company... even that would be more of a connection than anything Amy has managed to make in what feels like eons...
They walk in silence for a while. Amy tries her best to ignore all the euphoria that Willow's magic radiates, even as it keeps poking at her senses. And she does her absolute best to crush the jealousy that keeps rearing its ugly head within her.
A hand lands on her upper arm and gets her out of her own head. “You look tense, are you alright?” Debbie sounds slightly concerned and Amy lets out a long breath. Leave it to the blonde to pick up on even the most minute signs of one of her friends being unhappy...
“I'm fine, just... feeling... frustrated.” That's not even a lie. Amy's sex life has been pretty dead these last few months. Though it's of course not the entire truth either. Amy's sex life has been pretty dead for months, but her romantic love life? That's been dead for years. And she can't help but feel that that isn't going to change anymore.
Debbie looks at her skeptically for a moment before she nods. “Right, well, chin up. You're gorgeous and I'm sure that you'll attract plenty of attention at the party.”
The fact that Debbie flat out calls her gorgeous and doesn't tie it to her outfit startles Amy for a moment and as she blinks at the vampire, she gets an honest smile in return. “I mean it, Amy. You'll surely find the right one at some point.”
That genuine encouragement does bring a small but genuine smile to Amy's face. Her spirits lifted the blonde witch nods and picks up her pace again. “Right, and even if it doesn't work out tonight, I might still find someone for a night of fun.” Not really what she longs for but that would do, for now.
Debbie signals her approval for that declaration with a smile and a nod. “Exactly. And even a one-night thing might bloom into something more. I mean, just look at Cordelia and her polygamous relationship.”
Now that has Amy let out some genuine laughter. She can't help it, mentions of Cordelia's polygamous relationship always make her remember Xander's face when he found out about it. She vividly remembers how he looked when he learned that Anya (whom he left at the altar) was in a relationship with Cordelia (whom he had cheated on) and Angel (the vampire he hated more than anyone else in the world) – it had been priceless. Made Amy an instant supporter of the Angel/Cordelia/Anyanka trio.
Heck, thinking about Anya is kind of uplifting in its own way. The blonde got left at the altar and spiraled into becoming a vengeance demon, again. But instead of causing carnage she had been moping about in depression for a bit before Cordelia had called her. And then she had granted the brunette's wish of little Connor being saved from Hell. (Not that Cordelia had known that Anya was a vengeance demon again when she called, but she had been looking for magical aid and who better to ask if she knows someone than Anya?) The blonde had kept the demonic twist to that wish as harmless as possible – the miracles empathy can do – and shortly thereafter she had saved Cordelia from being turned into a vessel for some goddess or some shit. And now she's in this happy relationship with Cordelia and Angel and raising little Connor with them – which is kind of the perfect vengeance against Xander.
“If Anya can go from rock bottom depressed vengeance demon to happy ending, then I can go from miserable witch to happy ending witch!”
Feeling a burst of optimism and a determination to have a good time take hold, Amy swings her arm around Debbie's shoulder and proclaims: “Well, let's rock this party and get laid!” Debbie laughs and nods to that. Screw whatever else happens, Amy is going to have a great night tonight.