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Jesse Custer (i_seekgod) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2008-08-11 16:19:00

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buffy summers, jesse custer, melaka fray

Dream a little dream (Fray, Buffy)
Jesse lay in his bed, eyes closed, wrapped up in his sheets from sleeping fitfully. His pillow was somewhere on the floor next to him, and he'd gone and knocked his water glass over through his flailing.

He hadn't been able to rest properly since having the thought that maybe all of those who had been killed could remember being dead. Something about that really didn't sit right with him, and he hadn't been able to find anybody who had died in order to ask them if it was true. He would have stepped in and prevented that little bit had he had the idea before hand. Before everybody had been resurrected.

Of course, in his defense, he hadn't really thought any of those people would be coming back. Where he came from, the murdered stayed down.

Actually, that wasn't particularly true, was it? He'd seen plenty of people brought back from the dead some way or another.

He just hadn't expected it here, and not all the victims of a serial killer. There had been a dozen or more deaths that he'd heard of, and it was absurd that all of them should return to life.

Jesse just didn't know what to do.
Again, he felt powerless despite all of his power.

So it would be no surprise to him when he woke up and once again wrecked his bedroom.

His unsettled thinking while sleeping brought him around to both Buffy and Fray. The blond slayer whom he'd gone and done very ungentlemanly things to in the alley had caused him no amounts of worry due to her almost immediate disappearance from The City after said rendezvous. And Fray, well, Mel was just all kinds of a new thing for him. He felt protective over her. Didn't want to see her get hurt. She worshiped him in kind of a weird way, sure. But it was flattering.

And of course, thoughts of them brought along thoughts of them together. Nothing new for him. He'd been having these little fantasies for a few weeks now. Mel and Buffy and some pudding. The dream blossomed quickly and there they were. Buffy was in a little pink bikini, and Mel was wearing a black one. They stood facing each other over a blow up kiddie pool filled with chocolate pudding. Jesse looked down and noticed he was wearing a black and white stripped referee shirt, and even had a whistle.

He blew on the shiny silver sound maker, the dream got entirely too real, and then the girls were wrestling. Jesse sat on the edge of the bed, watching. Lucidity washed over the entire scene and all at once Jesse discovered that he could control what the girls did, and had the thought that if either of them found out, he'd be all kinds of bruised in no time flat.

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i_diedtwice
2008-08-12 01:37 am UTC (link)

Buffy stood ankle deep in brown goo. Thankfully it took her about two seconds to realize that the goo smelled like chocolate, or the situation would have been much more uncomfortable. She didn't recognize the face in front of her. The slayer didn't know why they were in a pool of pudding together. But she didn't really question it either.

They were wrestling.

The thing about wrestling in pudding is it's really hard to get a good grip on your opponent. So you use it to your advantage. You let the other person try to make as many grabs as they can, smearing the chocolate and making you more slippery in the process. And then you try, without slipping yourself, to slid the other person's legs out from under them, which isn't too hard when there isn't any traction.

"Mmm. Chocolate flavored ass whooping. My favorite."

This was a competition after all.

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i_grab
2008-08-13 09:49 pm UTC (link)

Mel was barefoot.

Normally, Mel would have cared that she was barefoot. She liked her boots. She liked her boots and she for damn sure would not like the squishy stuff under her feet. Mel was not the type of girl to find what Jesse was dreaming a turn-on. Not even for a second.

But this was not her dream.

Her eyebrow raised. The blonde chick was threatening her, and grabbing at her, and that was just ruttin' it, wasn't it?

"If it's your favorite," she said, grabbing the other girl by the back of her neck and shoving her face downward, into the pudding, "then why don't you eat it?"

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	i_diedtwice 2008-08-14 03:05 pm UTC (link)
	Her face did go forward, almost too easily. This slayer was not afraid to get a little dirty. Especially when said dirt was chocolate and not demon slime. But on her face, the blonde slayer took it as an opportunity to rip Mel's feet from under her and yank her onto her back. This was a wrestling match after all. The object was to pin your opponent. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_grab 2008-08-16 11:05 pm UTC (link)
	Mel landed with a wet whump, and grimaced. But the grimace turned into a laugh. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_seekgod
2008-08-18 12:43 pm UTC (link)

Jesse didn't know the actual rules of pudding wrestling. Or if there were actual rules, for that matter. But it all looked good to him. Really good. Quite excellent, if he was going to be completely honest, and he was. He couldn't really be sure what it was about the sight of two girls rolling around in pudding, but it was very nice.

He was sitting on the bed, grinning like an idiot, not at all going to blow the whistle that was hanging out of his mouth, lest he bother them and stop the game.

It was a curious thing that nagged at the back of his head how very real this all appeared. How lucid the dream was. How he was able to sit there and happily watch all of this without some large purple elephant tromping through the room.

How he'd ever got it into his head that Mel and Buffy would be the perfect pair for this, he'd never know. Or question, actually. They were a good match.

Plus pretty, supple, and covered in pudding.

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	i_grab 2008-08-24 07:48 pm UTC (link)
	She kept laughing, and grabbed Buffy by the neck and pulled her down, too. "Oh, you're coming with me, " she said between laughs. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_diedtwice
2008-09-07 01:35 am UTC (link)

Buffy laughed in unison with the other slayer. The two were completely covered in chocolate and the ridiculousness of it all suddenly dawned on her. The blonde slayer was distracted long enough to notice one Cowboy Deity watching the bikini pudding wrestling show.

She opened her mouth to say something, her expression slowly changing from curious to realization when Fray yanked her suddenly down by the neck.

Buffy was getting a face full of pudding before she could ask the obvious: how had they gotten here?

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i_seekgod
2008-09-10 12:50 am UTC (link)

He caught that brief look Buffy had on her face before Mel had taken her down. It caused him to really think about things. The scene was truly absurd, which had him thinking it was just a dream. But pudding shouldn't actually have a scent in a dream, should it? And one of the two participants shouldn't have a conscious realization if it was a dream, right?

Jesse looked around and came to a conclusion of his own.

This was not a dream.

He had somehow transported the two slayers into his bedroom, and gotten them to wrestle in pudding. Which he had been thinking of only days ago.

They were not going to be happy about this.

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	i_grab 2008-09-11 10:05 am UTC (link)
	Fray saw the look, too, and when Buffy hit next to her, she turned her head to see what it was the other girl was looking at. Her gaze went right to Jesse. And Mel blushed beet red, under all the pudding. "You..." She sat up slowly, careful not to slip, eyebrows knitting together now. "What'n the ruttin' hell's going on here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_diedtwice
2008-09-16 03:27 pm UTC (link)

Buffy wasn't entirely sure what was going on when she got back up. She knew this wasn't right and she knew that Jesse was likely responsible in some fashion or another.

She didn't know his intent and the pudding wrestling did not result in injury or death of anyone that she was aware of. So her reaction may not have been entirely appropriate when she grabbed a handful of pudding and threw it at their referee.

"Oh I know there's going to be a good explanation for this." The slayer didn't need to voice the second part of that statement, that if there wasn't a good explanation he was in trouble.

Then, the blonde turned to the other participant a little confused. "Who are you?"

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i_seekgod
2008-09-16 08:11 pm UTC (link)

"I'm jus as mystified as the two of you." Jesse was wiping the pudding off from the side of his face. But he still wore the shit eating grin. He really couldn't help it. Here it was, the middle of the night. His fantasy being played out right in front of him. In real life.

What guy didn't want the power to make that happen?

"Buffy, this is Mel. Mel, Buffy." At least the two of them got to meet, right? That had to be some sort of positive. Right?

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i_grab
2008-09-25 10:14 pm UTC (link)

The glare that Mel was giving Jesse could have melted the flesh off of the face of a lesser man. Her arms crossed across her chest with a moist sloshing noise, and her nose wrinkled.

She blinked at the blonde then until the name registered, and then both blue eyes widened to dinner plate size. She felt her mouth opening and no sound came out, and then she raised a finger to point and blinked a little more.

"You..."

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i_diedtwice
2008-10-02 10:56 am UTC (link)

"Me," she reaffirmed, not entirely sure what it was she affirmed in the first place. Mel didn't look demony and didn't go vamp face in the wrestling competition either and those were typically the only people that had ever heard of her.

Stepping out of the kiddie pool Buffy left a trail of chocolate foot prints. Then she grabbed one of his bed sheets and started to wipe the excess pudding from her skin.

"Don't even think about using your powers to clean up this mess," she warned him. He got to enjoy their show, it seemed only fair that Buffy would get to watch him cleaning the mess manually. Maybe with his tooth brush. Buffy grabbed another sheet from the bed and tossed it to Fray.

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	i_seekgod 2008-10-03 07:07 pm UTC (link)
	Jesse made note of the confusion here and decided that the least he could do - aside from cleaning up - was clear that up. "Buffy, Mel's a slayer." He got up and got some towels from the bathroom, handing them to the girls. "I swear I didn't do this on purpose." He was sincere, despite the smile on his face. He couldn't help it. (Reply to this) (Parent)