http://thexanwhosees.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] thexanwhosees.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-08-06 10:38 pm

Girls... that's all I really want is..er, wait a second [Open, lang. warning]

Xander was in the Sensoriums. At first he was thinking of the great training room he had in Scotland, only this looked more like the one he had set up in the basement of the Magic Box. The one Giles helped him put together for Buffy. That's ok, sometimes, when not thinking of the demons, and the vampires, and all the threats of big honkin' death, he could almost be nostalgic for the 'Dale?

Almost.

Xander was currently just wearing gym sweats, and shirtless. He went to reach for a towel to dry some of the sweat off when he heard a giggle. A few giggles actually.

"Uh I didn't order an audience... oh hi. Did you guys just wake up?" It was a couple of the Slayers from the Scotland base smiling invitingly at him. Funny how they were dressed in pajamas though as they slowly approached him.

"We missed you, Xander. We've been so lonely." One of them said as she slowly reached for him to run her hands over his chest. Vi was it? No, Vi was on a patrol with Buffy.

"I missed you too, ladies? Uh hang on, we're not alone here. Somebody could walk in."

Only another Slayer walked in, with a smirk as she steadily crossed the practice room to kiss him.

Oh who the hell cares who walks in? Xander dropped the towel, and kissed her back. He thought he felt other hands touching his shoulders and sides. But after a few minutes, that slowly stopped. His one eye had closed, enjoying the feel of pouty lips, and longish tousled hair gently tickling his forehead and cheeks. Funny, he knew the girls were pretty buff and strong, but he didn't remember any of them having broad shoulders like this. And the chest seemed oddly flat. The other person drew even closer to him.





.................Ok, NO Slayer would have THAT down there.

He yelped and hastily backed away from the guy smiling back at him knowingly.

"Uh, Sam? What are you doing? And I thought you were locked up in jail still?"

When there was no immediate response, Xander glanced around, hoping nobody else had walked in as well. That was the last thing he needed. Awfully funny how quiet the other guy seemed right now.

Unreal even.

[identity profile] ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
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Yes, Sam was still in lock-up. Luckily for Xander the younger Winchester wouldn't be wandering into the sensorium and stumbling upon Xander kissing...him...or...fake him.

Unluckily for him, Sawyer was not in lock-up and had wandered in to see the two Echo team members--one fake, the other real--getting rather friendly with each other. He did a double-take at first, his eyes narrowing in confusion and then shock.

"What the fuck are you doin'?" he asked, interrupting the display of...whatever.

[identity profile] ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah...right," Sawyer said. He's not buying it Xander. He may have come in after the kissing had stopped, but it didn't take a genius to realize that there was something more than just a little 'manly' hugging going on.

"I guess we know who's gonna be takin' it for your team, don't we?" he added. "Or maybe you just plan on takin' it from your team."

[identity profile] ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Nope. Didn't see a thing, Cyke. Just you and Ace."

[identity profile] ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Obviously. Why else would you be in here feelin' up Baby Winchester if you didn't like chicks?"

He's being an ass. A complete, total jerk...who has every intention of using this little bit of information to his advantage.

"Maybe we oughtta find out if he feels the same way about 'chicks' as you do. Whattya say? Think we oughtta go down to the brig and see if ya can get Ace to drop the soap for ya?"

[identity profile] ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
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"Oh yeah?"

He's looking at Xander with a smug expression on his face.

"So, how much to keep this little thing between the two of us?"

[identity profile] ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
He's still grinning.

"Who said I wanted money?"

[identity profile] playsin-traffic.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Tony steps inside, then takes a step back, "I think... I'm just gonna leave. You want me to put a do not disturb sign up or somethin'? Because seriously dude, nasty."

[identity profile] worm-dancer.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Sheeana's rather quiet and small. Other Sisters had compared her often to a mouse (a comparison she found amusingly ironic, given her ancestry).

So a desert mouse watched him with amused blue-within-blue eyes. "I didn't know we had your kind on this ship."

[identity profile] playsin-traffic.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Tony pulls a face, "Dude, you were makin' out with another guy. That's just... ugh. I don't even wanna think about that, man"

[identity profile] ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"So what," Sawyer shrugged. He had dirt on someone, and he planned on using it. Survival was a dirty game and Sawyer planned on winning. "Now you get to hide out in there with the rest of us when shit hits the fan. No, pervert, you're gonna owe me. BIG. And, believe me, I plan on collectin'. So, let's just say, from this point on I got you in my back pocket."

[identity profile] playsin-traffic.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whatever you say. Yeah. Ugh, that's disgusting."

[identity profile] worm-dancer.livejournal.com 2009-08-07 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Interesting. He'd rather admit to being an idiot than a homosexual.

Two memories intruded on her then:

One was ancestral. She was Siona, assassin of the Tyrant, conspiring with Duncan Idaho in some dank hideout, heavy with machinery and stale air. "...And there in the Fish Speaker quarters...Two women engaged in a passionate kiss!" He had raged as if this were a terrible curse. Her ancestor had only looked with pity before going to him.

The next was the smiling face of Alia (named for the Tyrant's aunt, oh the rich irony) the lush, life-filled fellow cadet she had loved (that heresy, love!) back in the Chapterhouse school. They could not have been a more different looking pair, the slight desert waif and the big solid girl, but they had been true. They'd grown apart after Sheeana's assignment to the desert project, but she hadn't forgotten her.

Had he noticed her lapse into memory? No matter.

"Oh my. Who would want to trick you so cruelly?"

[identity profile] playsin-traffic.livejournal.com 2009-08-08 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Dude! It's just... ugh, I don't want to talk about it OK? I'll just leave you to... your... stuff."

Tony starts backing up, disgust written all over his feature.

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