Fragments Of Fic
Two stories. Fragments. Starts.

Disclaimer: Joss and Ms. Rowling lost all their kittens to Clem's little brother on the Strip.

Note that Triple now has a second part.

Triple

Buffy doesn't think she is a very good match. She thinks of herself as a younger, prettier Gweneth but this girl is not. The Roman Buffy is more like the American girl in that new Japanese horror movie remake with the creepy, hairy little kid. Or, she's like that American girl only with much better hair. Still, when Buffy goes out with her double there's something new there. That Spring they introduce themselves to lots of handsome and interested men as the Summers twins but for only the second time in her life Buffy is paying more attention to the woman dancing next to her than the men facing her.

And the less said about that first time the better. No getting arrested and stabbing the Mayor's assistant this go round. No trouble at all. And nothing serious. Just a little dancing between girls.

After the Giant Dawn crisis of the week Buffy needs a real break. Lucky for her Andrew has just vacated Roman Buffy's spare room and real Buffy has frequent flier miles.

Buffy has never looked at another woman's um...thing. And she isn't really looking now, sprawled out on the couch with lowfat frozen yoghurt. After all, it's really just herself that she is looking at in those skin tight leather pants with her other foot hanging lazily over the back of the sofa. Just how exact, Buffy wonders, did Willow make the transfiguration spell that duplicated her looks? Buffy doesn't think she wants to know how Willow researched all the necessary details.

“You are looking at me like you are jealous. You want him, too.” Roman Buffy startles her. Buffy never gets used to hearing her own voice from the other woman's mouth. But even after she makes sense of the statement, it doesn't make any sense.

“What? Who do I want?”

“The Immortal. All the girls want him. It's no trouble; I will share with you. He won't even know the difference. Unless you want to share him at the same time.” Buffy wonders if she really giggles like that. “You will love what he does with his mouth and his...other things. He truly is the best there is.”

“I've had better.” It just slips out. Buffy doesn't want to think about that. Missing that sex will lead to missing him and that hurts too much to breathe.

“Oh really? And who was this someone 'better' that no woman in Rome would contemplate?” Buffy is sure she is never that condescending.

“Never mind. I wasn't thinking of any man when I looked at you.” She just wants to change the subject; it comes out that way by accident. That phrase “any man” just hangs in the air as Roman Buffy looks straight into her eyes.

Before her twin can tease out any other meaning Buffy decides to erase all doubt. Roman Buffy's lips are soft and warm and her tongue kisses Buffy back in a shy, demure touch Buffy has never realized before that she needs.

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Kitty Kitty

In her dreams she sends thunder across the savanna with each footstep. A lioness in black — and tufts of white — Miss Kitty Fantastico creates fear in her prey that leaves them stunned and vulnerable. Then she goes in for the kill.

This isn't a dream, though. It's the real thing.

It's Miss Kitty who is stunned and anxious now that she what she has wanted right here on the cuddly blanket with her. Minerva McGonagall is older, brilliant, sophisticated. And covered in delicious gray tiger stripes. Miss Kitty is beginning to doubt whether she is the lioness or the prey.

She can't even eke out the beginning of a meow through her dry throat. As Minerva takes four slow, deliberate, even haughty steps closer, Miss Kitty rolls over on her back raising both of her left paws off the blanket to expose her tight, young, furry belly and closes her eyes in hope that her partner will know what comes next better than she does.

Minerva's short predatory sounding meow comes from low in her throat barely interrupting the loud bass sound of her purring. Miss Kitty Fantastico tries to force herself to relax as the older cat slowly approaches ever closer.

Miss Kitty knows everything is right just as soon as she feels Minerva's dry, scratchy tongue on her little nipples. One by one down her belly each one tingles with every sharply pointed taste bud of her experienced partner's slow moving mouth.