skip the light fandango

Title: Girl Talk
Author: Maren
Pairing: Buffy/Nina
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit, no infringement intended.
Words: 2840
Summary: Buffy has no idea that Nina came to Cabo with hopes of making love on the beach. Set during and after the events of NFA.
Author's Note: Written for southernbangel for fandom_charity. Lee asked for B/A/N, post-NFA, on the beach with booze, flirting, minimal angst and sex. Angel isn't necessarily physically present although he's a spectre. We never heard Angel name Buffy to Nina on-screen so I made the assumption that he never told Nina his "Roman friend's" name. Unbeta'ed-- all mistakes are mine. Con crit always deeply appreciated.
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Vacation? You know that word? Go to Cabo, drink margaritas, midnight skinny-dipping, making love on the beach.



“So what was your first time like?”

It was just the two of them now. Dawn decided to go into Cabo for shopping and dinner with Jill and Amanda while she and Nina stayed firmly planted in the beach chairs they’d been occupying for the last two days. The sun was shining, the ocean breeze was blowing, the tequila was flowing, and somehow it seemed perfectly natural to start prying into the sex life of a virtual stranger.

Nina glanced over at Buffy and grimaced. “Awful. I can break it down into two words, and believe me, it doesn’t deserve any more than that. Backseat. Premature,” she said, tapping her two fingers against her thumb to count. Nina grinned and shifted so that she was propped up on one arm and facing Buffy. “But my second time was yum. How about yours? Better than mine, I hope.” She reached down and grabbed her margarita, raising it to her lips as she waited for Buffy’s story.

Buffy couldn’t remember when they decided to take off their tops. She did remember that it was Nina’s idea, and that it had seemed like an excellent idea at the time. Their vacation villas shared a private beach and they were safe from prying eyes—theoretically. The thing was, Buffy could barely keep her eyes off of Nina and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She consoled herself with the fact that either way, at least she’d have a nice even tan, and tried to stop herself from staring at Nina’s chest. Besides, unless she was massively deluded, she was almost positive Nina had taken a few looks of her own.

“Definitely better. Nothing premature about it, unless you count me, repeatedly. In fact, it was pretty much perfect.” The word triggered memories of what came later and Buffy’s smile faded. “But then afterwards he changed and it . . . it wasn’t so perfect.” She glanced out at the bright aqua waters of the Pacific and tried to block out the images of blood and death that were so deeply ingrained in her memory.

“I’ve recently come to believe that perfect is overrated.” As she spoke, a droplet of water rolled down the outside of Nina’s glass and landed on her nipple. Buffy’s attention was drawn to the sight of it puckering into a tight peak, all thoughts of her failures with Angelus gone for the moment. She hoped her sunglasses were hiding the direction of her gaze.

Nina’s breasts were nice. Very nice. They were the kind of breasts that usually made women of Buffy’s size feel bitterly jealous, but at the moment the only thing Buffy felt was interest. She wondered what it would be like to touch them, what it would feel like to run the tip of her finger over the puckered nipple. The thought sent a frisson of electricity down her spine and Buffy felt her own nipples tightening in response. She couldn’t tell if Nina noticed. Damn sunglasses.

Nina took another sip of her drink and then sat it back down on the tray with the empty pitcher. Rolling back over, she stretched her arms over her head and arched her back, sighing with pleasure before settling back into the beach lounger. Buffy’s mouth went dry and she had to force herself to look away. What was wrong with her? Not only had she turned into some kind of lech, but she was a lesbian lech. Buffy hadn’t had these kinds of thoughts since Faith breezed into Sunnydale.

Well, since Faith breezed back into Sunnydale, anyway.

“Ok, so mixed bag on the first times. What about the last time?”

It took Buffy a moment to register that Nina had asked her a question and her mouth still felt like it was full of sand anyway. She took a sip of her own drink before answering with a shrug.

“From a number of orgasms standpoint? Fantastic. Otherwise not of the life-changing variety, definitely emotionally forgettable.”

“A girl needs a good Mr. Right Now on occasion,” Nina said with an understanding look.

Buffy rolled her eyes and nodded. “Tell me about it. I just wish I would have figured that out, oh, say before I hit puberty. It seems like I’ve spent every moment since I was 16 falling in love, trying to fall in love, or trying really hard not to fall in love.”

“You must be exhausted,” Nina teased, a little smile lifting the corners of her mouth.

Buffy couldn’t help the burst of laughter that spilled from deep in her belly. Nina had a dry wit that had kept her giggling ever since they’d met two days ago on this very beach. Completely out of the blue Giles had called and insisted that Buffy deserved a vacation and he’d been negligent in not providing her with a “proper rest” after all that she’d done in her tenure as Chosen One. Her first reaction had been skepticism and she’d quickly informed him that if he was doing this to get her away from The Immortal, it wasn’t necessary. Giles had assured her that his reasons were pure and even though Buffy didn’t entirely believe him, she wasn’t about to turn down an all expense paid luxury vacation to Cabo San Lucas. She was completely cut off from the rest of the world and loving every second of it, present company definitely included.

“Actually, at the moment I’m feeling pleasantly buzzed and super relaxed,” Buffy said, turning to Nina and letting her laugh settle into a wide smile. “What about you? I’m hoping there were no backseats involved, unless that’s your thing of course.”

“Ha! No, although he does have a nice car collection to choose from. . .” Nina trailed off as she pretended to consider the possibility. At least Buffy thought she was pretending. Sex in a car didn’t seem to be something she’d like, although to be honest, it might be better than sex in a crypt. Buffy didn’t think she was in any position to knock someone else’s fetish. Something about sand houses or maybe foundations of glass . . . well, there was some saying anyway.

“My most recent was kinda complicated. Objectively it was the most incredible sex of my life. . .”

“But. . .” Buffy prompted.

“But I couldn’t really tell if he was into me or just into the sex in general, you know? Usually I’m of the opinion that a man’s sexual fantasies are his own, but let’s just say that this time in spite of the amazing talents of the man in question, I was a little preoccupied with worrying about whether he was thinking about his ex,” Nina explained, her sculpted eyebrow raising over the upper rim of her sunglasses as she looked at Buffy.

Buffy grimaced in sympathy. “Ugh, ex issues?”

“Major— of the still in love with her variety. But hey, at least I got a vacation out of it! He sent me here shortly after to get me out of the way.” Nina kept her tone light but Buffy could hear the edge of hurt that lay just underneath.

“What an ass— generous ass but still! I’m so sorry. He sent you here so he could get back together with her?”

“No. Well at least I don’t think so. It was, um . . . business stuff. He actually said he’d join me down here if he… survived his meeting. I’m not counting on it and honestly, I think I’m doing fine without him,” Nina said. Buffy could see Nina looking at her sideways, the gap between her face and sunglasses not quite hiding the direction of her gaze. Once again she had the distinct impression that Nina was flirting with her.

Nina suddenly reached down and grabbed her sunscreen, popping open the lid and squeezing some directly on her belly. They’d reapplied several times over the past two days but this time the circular motions of Nina’s hands on the gentle feminine curve of her stomach seemed more erotic than strictly utilitarian. Maybe it was all the sex talk fueling her imagination, but she didn’t really think so. Buffy swallowed hard when Nina’s fingers dipped under the waistband of her bikini bottoms to make sure the lotion covered all of her exposed skin. Then she was squirting lotion on her breasts, her hands taking on a kneading motion as she worked the sunscreen into the delicate exposed skin.

Buffy’s stomach tightened and she suddenly felt very hot. She realized she was staring, ogling really, but she just couldn’t make herself look away as she thought about what it would be like to reach out and smooth her hands over the soft sun-kissed skin of the woman lying next to her.

“Looks like you’re getting a little red Buffy. Want me to get your back?” Nina offered, her voice breaking through Buffy’s fantasies as she held up the sunscreen. Buffy felt herself flush even more. Busted.

She sat up and turned her back to Nina, her heart beating a little faster at the thought of Nina’s hands on her. Buffy couldn’t deny that she’d developed a crush on the other woman and other than being mildly surprised at the target, the thoughts she was having were entirely pleasant. It didn’t feel even close to as uncomfortable as it could have. Things were so relaxed and normal here—more stress-free than anything she’d experienced since she was a child—that the attraction felt natural. As Buffy waited for Nina to settle on her knees on the beach towel they’d spread between their chairs, she fantasized about what it would be like to be intimately touched by another woman.

“So. Have you ever been with a woman?” Nina’s voice was softer than it needed to be and her mouth was so close to Buffy’s ear that she could feel the words tickle the shell.

Buffy sucked in a quick breath, then immediately stopped breathing. The reaction had less to do with surprise than it had to do with the fact that somehow Nina was reading her mind. Nina’s hands connected with her back and the combination of their soft kneading warmth and the chill of the sunscreen shocked Buffy back into breathing.

“Not yet,” she replied with a flirtatious lilt. Buffy felt very brave in ways that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Suddenly it seemed like a good idea to test the waters. She was on her first vacation in, well, ever and Buffy thought maybe a vacation fling was exactly what she needed.

Nina’s hands paused and for a second Buffy’s flash of sexual bravery turned to worry. Maybe she’d misread the signs over the past couple of days or maybe she just wasn’t Nina’s type. Or maybe. . .

“Interesting answer,” Nina replied and Buffy could hear the smile in her voice. Her hands started moving again. Buffy wondered if it was just her currently over-stimulated imagination or whether Nina’s hands were actually doing more caressing than strictly sunscreen-related rubbing now.

Buffy turned her head and smiled at Nina over her shoulder.

“Interesting question.”

Nina didn’t reply. Her hands smoothed over Buffy’s bare back, from shoulder all the way down to the slight indentation over her ass. Buffy shivered a little at the feel of Nina’s thumbs pressing along the edge of her apple green bikini bottoms and she stifled a gasp as Nina’s fingers briefly wrapped around her waist before retreating back to the line of her spine. There was no mistaking the sensuality of the massaging movements, especially not when Buffy caught the quick dart of Nina’s tongue as it swept out to wet her lips.

One of the hands that was tracing the sensitive skin of Buffy’s lower back was suddenly gone and she squirmed in silent protest. Her movement stilled when Nina used her free hand to gently remove Buffy’s sunglasses and then her own. The hand that was still on Buffy slid around until it was spread across Buffy’s belly, Nina’s pinky finger snaking just under the waist of her bottoms.

“Would you like to be with a woman?” Nina’s voice was husky and there was no mistaking the look in her eyes or the intent of her hand even if her words weren’t a blatant invitation to exactly what Buffy had been imagining all afternoon.

Buffy couldn’t find her voice to answer so she nodded, looking deeply into the grayish-blue of Nina’s eyes, willing her to see that she wasn’t in some margarita induced haze, that there was no doubt or hesitation.

Nina smiled, slow and sexy, then leaned in and pressed her lips against Buffy’s. The smallness of her mouth and the softness of her lips felt foreign for a split-second; then Buffy pressed back and suddenly they felt deliciously familiar. Opening her mouth slightly, Buffy licked the sticky strawberry residue from Nina’s lips and teased the other woman’s mouth until Nina parted her lips and captured Buffy’s tongue. Buffy basked in the sensations created by long, slow kisses as they explored one another under the hot sun.

She had no concept of time as they restlessly moved against one another, lips, tongues and hands never stopping. Buffy just concentrated on the feel of Nina’s hands cupping her breasts, her thumbs brushing across erect nipples until Buffy was wet and aching with her need. She tilted her head to allow Nina’s mouth access to the sensitive skin of her throat, arched back against Nina’s breasts, moaned as one hand slid off of Buffy’s breast and through the droplets of sweat that had gathered on her belly to slip effortlessly into her bikini bottoms. Buffy moaned as Nina’s fingers slid easily over her lips and into the liquid heat of her pussy as her thumb flicked back and forth over her clit.

Buffy couldn’t think, could only gasp and move against Nina’s hand, harder and faster until she was bucking against the dipping and rubbing fingers. When the release came it rippled through her in waves that originated in her womb and spread through her entire body until she was a trembling mass of nerve endings supported only by Nina’s body and the lounge. Buffy leaned back against Nina, heavy pants gradually turning into shallow breaths as she realized that instead of feeling sated, she felt like she never wanted to stop.

Bikini bottoms joined bikini tops on the towel as Nina joined Buffy on the beach lounger. And when Buffy flipped them over, positioning her thigh to rub against Nina’s clit as she ground against her, Buffy finally got to touch the breasts that had been fascinating her all afternoon. First it was with gentle hands; then with insistent lips.

They were spectacular.

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Epilogue

OK. If I get through this... intact... I'll come for you. We'll...have time.

By the fifth night of her seven-day, six-night vacation, Buffy could no longer claim any ignorance of how it felt to touch another woman's body. Every moment she and Nina could steal alone was spent with roaming hands and lips. Tonight they'd sent Dawn, Jill, and Amanda on a night cruise and met in Nina's bed as soon as they were reasonably sure no one was coming back early.

Buffy heard Nina’s sudden sharp gasp and her lips curled into a smile against Nina’s clit, her fingers never letting up their rasping pressure from where they were rubbing deep inside her new lover. She loved the way Nina looked when she came, the flush of pink that spread over her chest, the quivering muscles of her belly and thighs as her pussy clenched around her.

Something wasn’t right. Nina was squirming, but it was away from her. Buffy stilled her movements and tilted her head so that she could look up Nina’s body and see what was wrong. Nina’s face was flushed and her eyes were panicked, looking not at Buffy but over her shoulder toward the door.

“Nina?” Buffy questioned just before she swung her head toward the door, expecting to come face to face with one of their sisters, or worse, Amanda.

Oh God. How had he known she was here? Did Giles tell him?

“Angel.” Nina’s voice broke through her racing thoughts. It took Buffy a moment to realize that Nina spoke his name with a pleading kind of panic that spoke of familiarity. She pushed herself up to her knees and grabbed the rumpled sheet to cover her naked form as her eyes darted wildly between Angel and Nina, torn between fleeing and staying to find out what the hell was going on.

“What . . . Buffy? Nina?” Angel stammered, his hands rhythmically clenching at his sides as his gaze swept back and forth between them.

And just like that, everything that she and Nina had talked about over the past week made perfect, agonizing sense.

--End