__Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - Part 2__
By FerretGirl



They worked as a tag team. Cordelia and Wesley. Wesley and Cordelia. Watching over their friends, guiding them. Cordelia had joked about Wes finally being a watcher. And to her enjoyment he had actually laughed about that. The man seemed to have oddly lightened up a bit after his death. Or more precisely, after he and Cordelia had stopped dancing around each other and finally admitted how they felt about one and other.

They divided their tasks. Cordelia was keeping an eye on the former Sunnydale residents. Which was not an easy task, considering they were scattered all over the globe. But she managed, and for the most part they seemed to stay out of trouble.

Wesley was watching their Los Angeles family. Including Spike... and Illyria. Cordelia had wondered if this wouldn't be too hard on him. But he had told her it wasn't. Illyria wasn't Fred and he knew that. He wanted to keep an eye the former God-King as her former guide. He was still her guide, though she didn't know it. Sometimes Wesley thought that she could sense him though.

And if they thought that Wesley had the easier task, all of his proteges in one town, they were mistaken. Their little family seemed to be able to walk into seven ditches at once. It was a talent really. But not one that made Wesley very happy. Sometimes he had to corporealise himself to help them out, to make certain they wouldn't die before their time. And damn, that hurt. But as he had pointed out to Cordelia after one of her many lectures, he was already dead.

But there was one person they were both keeping an eye on. They both felt somehow connected to this person. She had been an outsider in Sunnydale, much like they had been. And she knew about redemption, like they did. Only she had managed to get this redemption. While they hadn't, not really.

To him she was still his Slayer. And really, he was not at all amused or secretly pleased when all her replacement Watchers kept running for the hills. Stating more then once that she had a Watcher. And the fact that he was dead didn't mean they could just shove any watcher at her. She had liked the way they had worked as a team, the way it was supposed to be. But they had never gotten the chance, and now they never would, she thought. And Wesley just watched her, knowing what she was thinking. He was thinking the same.

To her she was the one person she had never had a chance to make up with. Or one of the more important persons. When they had finally met again after so many years, Jasmine had already taken over her body. And words she had practiced all those years, just in case they would meet again, just in case she once would get the nerve to go visit her in jail, remained unsaid. Cordelia envied her in some way, for being brave enough to admit she had been wrong and working on that. Cordelia herself had to die to do that.

So they both watched. Helped her out together. Admitted to each other the responsibility they felt for her. Responsibility became care, care became affection, and affection became love.

For her. Faith. Faith the vampire slayer.

It was six years after Wesley had died, about seven years after Cordelia had died, when they got the message. The news that Faith's time had come. And there was nothing they could do about it, they both knew it. But they could make certain that the Slayer wouldn't be alone when she would finally leave the mortal coil.

It was then, on a rainy October night, both Cordelia and Wesley found themselves in an alley in New York. The fact that it was raining, the irony of it, didn't escape either of them. Faith's new path had started in the rain in an alley, and that's where it would end. While she was doing her duty.

Cordelia turned away and couldn't watch while Faith's body was ripped to shreds by ten vampires in that dirty alley in New York. Wesley kept watching with morbid fascination, unable to look away from his Slayers final battle with pride. There was no back-up, no one to mourn the loss of a Slayer, no one to cry over Faith, no one to be with her as she took down seven out of the ten vampires.

But when she blew out her last breath, she no longer was alone. Both Cordelia and Wesley were on her side. Waiting for her as she stepped out of her deformed mortal body, looking at her and waiting while the Slayer took everything in.

"Fuck me! I kicked the bucket?"

Wesley shrugged, Cordelia shrugged and Faith looked at them with a scowl. Though her eyes told them it meant something that they were both there for her, on the other side so to speak. She was, however, suspicious at first.

Cordelia rattled off the entire list of choices as she had done for Wesley when he had died. Faith had tilted her head to the right, then she had tilted her head to the left and asked them what they were. She considered their answer for ten seconds and then wanted to know if she'd be working with them, should she choose to become a guardian.

"If you'd like," Wesley had told her, though he, would like it very much if she'd work with him and Cordelia.

"Or we can find you something else?" Cordelia had tried, though not very hard. She thought she might like it if Faith would work with them. It would be good for Wes, she could use some help ganging up on him now that he had most of her tricks figured out.

Faith looked first as Wesley, then at Cordelia and for the first time in a long while, she smiled. "Kick ass," she nodded. And that was that.

Soon thereafter, two became three. In every possible way.

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Where's Wes?"

"Hmmm?" Cordelia glanced up from the report she was reading and over at Faith, when she felt the large bed dip. "Probably watching Angel and Co. It's almost Christmas and you know what that means."

"That he might need our help," Faith said bluntly.

"He said he didn't Faith." Cordelia scowled at the report. Xander had once again gotten in trouble in Africa. She had no idea how he managed to get into these silly problems, but she was quite proud that managed to get himself out again. Though, she was a bit peeved that he seemed to do so without her divine intervention constantly.

"So, he'll be home late?" Faith's voice came again.

"Uh hum." Turning the page, Cordelia, read the next report, when suddenly she felt a hand creeping up her leg. She shivered and a small smile played at the corners of her lips.

"So, we have some time," Faith practically purred. Not that they didn't like having Wesley around, but sometimes some girl time was fun. And Wesley didn't seem to mind since he took his time to spend at least some alone time with each of the girls. Or his girls as he called them.

"Faith, I have a report to read," Cordelia tried. The pages were ripped from her hands and flung onto the floor.

"What report?" The innocence look was really wasted on Faith. Her hand slid up Cordy's leg and she reveled at how soft it felt. Like satin, almost velvet maybe.

"The one you just tossed on the floor," Cordelia arched an eyebrow, trying to ignore the hand creeping up her leg. When it dipped under the long shirt she was wearing for the night it became very hard.

"It's on the floor," Faith pointed out, moving her hand higher. Cordelia looked nice in Wesley's shirt. Of course she herself looked nice in them too. Though they looked best on Wesley, they just wore the shirt because they smelled of him and he hadn't been home much in the last few weeks. To busy watching their Los Angeles friends, who for some reason always seemed to get into more trouble around Christmas time.

Faith slid her hand into the lace panties Cordelia was wearing, rubbing her thumb over the sweet spot there. "You can't work with the damn thing while its on the floor anyway," she whispered in the low, seductive voice that made both her lovers shiver.

Cordelia swallowed hard, her leg automatically falling open. "I... suppose so," she managed to get out when Faith's thumb rubbed a little faster. "Did you have something else in mind to-to occupy our time?" She watched as the Slayer reached out with her other hand and started to unbutton her shirt.

"I can think of a few things," Faith nodded. She pulled back and reached for the hem of her own shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth move.

Cordelia sucked in her breath. Even though she knew Faith was always naked underneath those damn shirts, it still took her breath away every time she was her girlfriend naked. Those perfect round breasts, the curve of her hips, tight ass. "You don't say?" she raised her eyebrow.

"Yeah. And you're way to overdressed for what I had in mind." Faith moved fast, straddling Cordelia's legs. She fully unbuttoned the shirt and slid it down soft shoulders. Bending her head, she took one exposed nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. Using her teeth to scrape over the sensitive flesh, tongue darting out to lap at it soothingly.

"Well, you seemed to have taken care of that problem," Cordelia gasped out. Reaching up she let her hands slide down Faith's back, bringing up her legs to wrap around the Slayers waist. "You know how I hate it when you throw clothes around so carelessly."

"It's Wes' shirt," Faith muttered, moving her mouth down a flat stomach. Pushing Cordelia back on the bed, she dipped her tongue into her navel, hands massaging firm breasts.

"Oh yeah. Never mind then." Leaning back on her elbows, Cordelia moaned and then cried out when those lips started to mouth her clit through the cloth of her panties. Lifting her hips, she let Faith slide them down her legs and scowled when they were carelessly tossed behind the bed. "Hey!"

Looking up, Faith snorted. "You know, I'm doing my fucking best here and you are getting worried about your panties? Get with the program, C!" Jumping up, she pounced on Cordelia. She pushed her tongue through parted lips, moaning into Cordelia's mouth when their sweet spots rubbed wetly against each other.

When they finally came up for air, Cordelia licked her lips slowly. "Yeah okay. I get the program." This time she rolled Faith over and started to slither down that strong body. Sucking and nipping at soft skin, trailing her tongue over scars, licking at first one and then the other nipple.

Faith moaned, arching up her body into Cordelia's touches. When those perfect lips closed over the sweet spot between her legs, a shiver went up her spine. She felt her girlfriend start to suck, pushing an expert tongue halfway inside her.

Groaning at the eager wetness already waiting between Faith's legs, Cordelia lapped at the juices. She moved one hand away from a breath to push a finger into Faith's body. Crooking them she nudged over the hotspot inside of the Slayer, grinning at the sounds she managed to get out.

"Cor," Faith panted, tugging on the girls hair. "Turn around. Let's make it good for both."

Looking up, Cordelia smiled widely and then scooted around, spreading her legs wide above Faith's face. She could feel her hard nipples brushing over Faith's stomach as she leaned in to continue her own efforts. Faith's breasts pressing against her stomach.

Faith licked her lips eagerly. She put her hands on Cordelia's ass, and pulled her closer. Running her tongue over the wetness between those lovely shaped legs, she lapped at it slowly at for moment. Then she closed her lips around the clit and started to lick and suck at it with force. She moved one hand from that strong ass and pushed a finger inside of Cordelia's body, soon to be followed by a second one.

Crying out when Faith's fingers entered her body, Cordelia sped up her own efforts. She used her teeth to scrape over Faith's clit, knowing the Slayer sometimes liked it a little more rough. She already had two fingers inside and felt strong muscles clench around them. She started to pump them in and out at a fast pace, adding a third while her mouth worked to stimulate that sweet spot. She felt their sweat slicked bodies slide over each other smoothly, nipples grazing over the skin of a flat stomach.

"Fuck yes!" Faith pushed a third finger into Cordelia. "Jesus, Cor!" Arching up, she spread her legs wider, rocking her hips against those fingers, clenching around them automatically. Lapping at the juices flowing out of Cordelia's body, she sucked on the girls clit eagerly, while thrusting those fingers in and out. She slid her hand between their bodies and pinched a nipple hard.

"Oh god!" Cordelia cried out, arching her body. She threw her head back and suddenly she saw stars. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, rocking her hips to get ride those waves harder. Panting for air, she bent down again and started to work between Faith's legs, wanting the other girl to join her in her sea of pleasure.

Faith slowed down her movements, prolonging Cordelia's climax while she could feel her own building. She pushed her hips up and cried out when Cordelia bit down on her clit hard and brushed over that hot spot inside of her. Panting for air, she slumped down on the bed and reached out for Cordelia who was still lapping at the juices she had released.

Finally certain that Faith's orgasm was at an end, Cordelia turned around and laid down next to Faith. She leaned up on own elbow, moving in slowly to capture those swollen lips for a kiss. Mouths sliding over each other, tongues darting out, tastes exchanged, hands tangling in hair until they needed air and had to pull back.

It still struck them as odd that they needed air after exercises like this even when they were dead. But they weren't about to complain, it added that little bit of extra.

Stretching out next to Faith, Cordelia slowly stroked her fingers lazily up and down the curve of the other girls breasts. "That was great," she panted.

"Shit girl. We rock." Faith snorted, shifting a bit closer to Cordelia.

Cordelia grinned and was about to make a smart ass remark back when the door opened.

"Oh sorry," came the well known British voice. "I'll just.... errr... yes." Quickly turning around, Wesley tried to escape their bedroom. He had anticipated the girls to be asleep already as he snuck back inside.

Faith was about to jump up and bodily haul him back in. They knew him far too well, he was hiding something. And that usually meant either trouble... or the first aid kit.

A "Freeze! Buster!" from Cordelia was all it took though.

Wesley froze, hand still on the doorknob, but he didn't turn around. "No really," he turned his head slightly. "It's alright. I'll just go take a shower and uhm... have some tea. You two have fun."

"We already had fun." Getting up from the bed, Faith sauntered over to where he was standing. Not at all bothered by the fact that she was completely naked. She grabbed his arm and turned him around in one smooth move. "What the fuck happened to you?"

Picking up the shirt of the floor, Cordelia quickly pulled it on and joined them. She peered into Wesley face, taking in the cut above his eye, the black eye and the swollen lip. "What the hell happened?" She demanded to know, poking one sharp finger nail into Wes' shoulder.

"Ow," Wesley complained, rubbing his shoulder. "It's nothing. They just got in a bit of trouble and I... err... helped them out." He shrugged and suddenly looked very tired. Which might be the case. He hadn't been able to get much sleep in the last days. For some reason he had yet to figure out, Spike and Angel always seemed to get drunk the days before Christmas and now they were dragging Gunn and Illyria with them. Though, the last didn't seem to get drunk so much as that she observed.

"Yeah mister big brain," Faith scoffed, folding her arms in front of her. "We already got that part."

Wesley really wished she would put on a shirt. This walking around naked thing Faith liked to do, he still wasn't used to it. He wondered if he ever would. He wondered if she did it only to annoy him.

"Faith, put on a shirt. Wes, get on the bed. Faith, get the first aid kit. Wes, tell us what happened... *Pronto!*" When Cordelia started to talk in that tone of voice, only fools argued.

Pity she was living with two of them.

"A shirt?" Faith began.

"Cordy, I'm fine," Wesley started.

"Stat!" Cordelia interrupted.

Faith rolled her eyes and shrugged on her shirt. Sighing she padded over to their bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit.

"I'm waiting," Cordelia told Wesley who still hadn't moved.

Letting out a frustrated growl, he sat down on the bed and scowled at her.

Faith returned with the first aid kit and couldn't help but snort at that sight. Her watcher kept trying and damn, if he wasn't somehow capable to take them both on if he wanted to.

"Spill," Cordelia ordered. She nodded her thanks at Faith and started to clean the cut above Wesley's eye.

"They ran into a bit of trouble with Santa Clause," Wesley muttered, and then winced when Cordelia pressed a little bit to hard on the cut.

"Santa Clause?" Cordelia blinked down at him and then shared a look with Faith who was making a drinking motion with her hand.

"I am not drunk, Faith" Wesley said dryly.

"Do you have eyes in the back of your head or something?" Faith wanted to know. Shit! How did he do that?

"I just know you. Ow! Cordelia!"

"Oh stop being such a baby," Cordy scoffed. "So, Santa Clause did this?"

"No," Wesley sighed, glaring at Cordelia as she roughly turned his head. "One of his elves did this," he pointed at the black eye. "And Rudolph did this," he pointed at the cut.

Faith and Cordelia shared another look, both fighting not to burst into laughter. "And that?" Cordelia asked after clearing her throat. She pointed at his swollen lip.

"Donner or Blixen, I'm not certain, they look very much alike," Wesley told them completely serious. He shifted a little uncomfortably, wincing as if something else was bothering him.

Faith couldn't keep from laughing. "Very funny," she laughed, looking at him. This was where he was supposed to give them a sheepish look and admit that he was joking with them. But Wesley just started back at her annoyed and even a little bit hurt. She wiped the smile off her face, with some effort. "Shit, you're serious."

"Off," Cordelia said, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt.

"Really, Cordy. Now now, I'm too tired," Wesley said, bringing up his hand to catch her wrists.

Now they knew he was trying to joke. They could hear it in the tone of his voice. Cordelia, however, wasn't amused. "Off," she insisted, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. "You're hiding something."

Sighing, Wesley slowly took off his shirt and glanced back at Cordelia. "There see? Nothing the matter."

Cordelia frowned, she could've sworn there had been something wrong. He did not just wince for the hell of it. She looked at Faith and saw the other girls eyes go wide. With one step she was behind Wesley and stared at his back. "Is that a... hoof print?" Tilting her head she blinked at the large bruise on their lover's back.

"Err... yes." Wesley dropped his head in his hands and shook it. Bloody hell he was so tired, he just wanted to sleep. Was that much to ask?

"Huh. You really weren't kidding," Cordelia sat down next to him, carefully sliding her hand over the bruise. "And which one was that?"

Taking a deep breath, Wesley sat up and wiped a hand over his face. "Angel and Spike got in an argument with Santa. Then the elves got a bit angry and tried to hit them over the head with a chair. Only one came flying toward Charles so I had to corporealize to deflect it." Sighing again he looked up at the ceiling. "Did you know Elves can see us?"

"Really?" Cordy blinked. "Wait, who cares, you're trying to get of the subject!"

"Yeah," Faith said, sitting down next to him on the other side. She punched him gently in the shoulder and shrugged when he gave her a dirty look. At least it wasn't followed by the 'you really should know you own strength' lecture. "Get on with it, Wes."

"Fine. Anyway, it got a bit out of hand. And they were all tossed outside. Then a trash can came flying toward the sleigh and the r eindeer. I tried to deflect that but apparently the reindeer took offense. Rudolph bit me," he pointed at the cut. "And the other one bumped me with his head."

"And this?" Faith wanted to know, sliding her hand over the large bruise on Wesley's back.

"Never turn your back to a reindeer," Wesley said seriously. "Especially not one called Vixen. Look can I go to bed now?" He looked from Faith to Cordelia tiredly.

"I suppose," Cordelia said, though she was still a bit worried.

"Hey no!" Faith scowled, watching as Wesley stood up and stripped down to his boxers. "I wanted to have a little fun with my Watcher. It's been a week."

Cordelia gave her a blank look at first, but then shook her head amused.

"Tell you what," Wesley yawned, crawling under the covers. He rolled over to his stomach and snuggled into the pillows with a content sigh. "Why don't you wait until I'm asleep and then you can do whatever you want. Just don't wake me up while doing so. I'm really tired." He buried his hands under his pillow and yawned again.

"I'd laugh if I didn't know you were dead serious when you say that," Faith snorted. Because he would be, anything to make his girls happy. To a certain extent of course.

"He is," Cordelia agreed, sliding into bed to Wesley right. She pillowed her head on his shoulder and dropped a kiss on the bruise.

Faith slid under the covers on his left and brushed her hand over the bruise. Pillowing her head on his other shoulder. Raising an eyebrow she glanced over at Cordelia.

Smirking, Cordelia leaned in and pressed her lips over Faith's, mouth's and tongues sliding wetly against each other in a familiar dance and a battle for dominance.

"Are you two going behind my back again?" Wesley's amused voice came.

"Just foreplay," Faith said, gliding her hand down his back to cup his ass. "Course, don't think we won't be taking you up on our offer."

"Damn straight," Cordelia agreed, sliding her hand down to cup Wesley's ass as well. "It's been too long."

Wesley was quiet for a moment. "Oh," he yawned. "Alright, as long as it it's behind *my* back." He paused for a moment and flexed the muscles of his arse. "And I'm serious. Don't wake me up." He yelped when both girls pinched his arse hard.

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