Victoria's Real Secret
by: Karen Jephson
Rated NC-17
SPOILERS: I'm thinking mid 2nd season?
FEEDBACK: Yes!
SUMMARY: Joyce gets some "samples" from a friend of hers. Their inherent value becomes quite apparent, very quickly.
DISCLAIMER: The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the WB Television Network.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"I'm telling you, Swizzle Stick's got it in for me." Buffy threw her school bag on the dining room table to emphasize her point.
"No she hasn't. And her name's Sweesel." Willow smiled at her friend, then turned to Cordelia. "Buffy's upset because she actually handed in an assignment, and only got a 'D'."
"Well, it deserved at least a 'C'. Even Giles said so." Thus proving her point, Buffy turned toward the kitchen.
Cordelia couldn't help laugh at her friends. This was so much like High School. "I know what you mean. You should meet Mr. Barnes. He's such an Atilla."
Buffy gave an involuntary shiver. "Ooh. Scary thought. If your Mr. Barnes mated with Swizzle Stick, there'd be a new generation of Atillas to scar us poor unsuspecting students." She grabbed the necessary snacks and drinks, and headed back to the other two. "Enough of depressing thoughts like school. We've got two whole hours until sunset to catch up on all the gossip."
Cordelia and Angel were both in town for a few days. Angel had wanted to check out a prophecy he'd found with Giles, to see if it foretold any real danger, so Cordy had decided it would be the perfect chance to catch up on the Scooby Gang.
The sound of the front door opening distracted the girls from their chatter. "Honey, I'm home." Joyce Summers struggled through the living room with an assortment of various packages. "Oh, hello Cordelia. Buffy said you were in town. How are you?"
"Hi, Mrs. Summers."
"Mom, what's that you've got?"
"Hm? Oh, a friend, well an acquaintance really, is opening up a lingerie shop. When I told him I had a teenage daughter, he gave me some free samples."
"Samples?" Both Buffy's and Cordelia's ears pricked up. They hastened to help Joyce with her precious bundles. After disposing of her briefcase, Joyce took the parcels and emptied them on the couch. A rainbow of silk, satin and lace drifted onto the cushions. After an appreciative "Ah", the girls dived in and sorted through the selection. In the end, there was only enough for one piece each, including Joyce, and the division was made fairly amicably.
"Do you have time for dinner before you have to go out?" Over the past year, Joyce had grown accustomed to Buffy's 'occupation', but she still tried to make her daughter's life as normal as possible.
"Mom. Since when don't I have time for dinner? Is there enough for Cordy and Will too?"
Mimicking her daughter's tone, Joyce responded. "Buffy. Since when don't I have enough dinner for the others?" They all laughed, as they moved Into the other room, the precious bundles placed safely to one side.
.....
Cordelia stood in her childhood bedroom, feeling a pang of nostalgia. She wasn't sorry she moved to L.A., but she did miss so much. As she slipped the piece of satin over her head, she hoped Angel didn't want her to do any running around while she was here. She had some serious partying planned.
Willow finished toweling herself, as she entered her bedroom. She hated this time of month. For three whole days she was going to miss out on her Oz fix. At least Cordelia was here, so she'd be distracted a little. As she grabbed the lace material, she felt a pang for Xander. He must be feeling a bit down, seeing his ex-honey again. Oh well, nothing she could do about it.
Buffy rushed around trying to finish getting ready. She was running late, again. Between patrolling and studying for her college classes, she always seemed to oversleep. Picking up the satin and lace garment, she hoped it wouldn't interfere with her training. Giles would be upset. She couldn't help the quirk of her lips. Not that she'd ever tell him.
Joyce finished putting on the final touches of her make-up. She couldn't help a last minute preen in front of her mirror. Not bad for a middle-aged woman. And the satin certainly added a certain glow to her skin. She wondered why Ethan Rayne had given her the samples.