Originally for the Woody/female!Buzz prompt over at livejournal's disney_kink community. Full version is on my lj (link in profile).

Note: I love slash but het's always good too. I'm going to try and fill this prompt, be gentle though, this is my first posted fanfic (I have a slash WoodyxBuzz oneshot in the works) for Toy Story. ConCrit's good, I'm always trying to find ways to improve my writing as I want to become a professional writer one day.

I really like the aspect of Buzz being female; it's new and challenging! I'll try not to write her as too submissive though, cause that's how she is. Just because we're women doesn't mean we have be submissive!

I don't know if Woody and Jessie are related in the movie but I changed Jessie's last name along with her gender just to make it easier for me. Yes, you heard me, there is gender bent Jessie in here!

Btw, I have close to no idea about the U.S. Air Forces and rank and the such: the only stuff I know is from Wikipedia which can be wrong, so don't blame me if I'm not entirely accurate! I don't think I'll have to worry about that so much though, there are other things you'll pay attention to, no doubt ;D.

Okay, here we go! Lemme know what you guys think!

Disclaimation!: I don't own Disney, Toy Story, or any of the characters from Disney or Toy Story. I'm just a poor student who loves to write dirty things. Hurhurhur...

To say it had been a rough day for Air Liason Officer Beatrix "Buzz" Lightyear would be the understatement of the century.

Lifting her almost finished second bottle of beer to her lips, she gulped the rest of the bitter amber liquid down. Slamming the bottle down on the bar and motioning to the bartender to get her another one, she looked down at her hands and reflected on her day.

She worked hard to get to her position in the U.S. Air Forces-it wasn't easy for a 5'1" woman to make it to her post without a lot of hardship but she thought that the worst of it was over.

'How wrong was I?' she thought dejectedly.

It all started when she met Jesse Proulx.

She met the handsome redheaded Joint Special Operations Command Officer about four months ago, three of which were spent in an unofficial relationship of sorts-if repeatedly hooking up whenever they could be defined as a relationship. They didn't meet very often since she worked with many teams and he was flying off with his team on a regular basis. Sometimes they worked together-which was when they hooked up, mostly-in the same team but those times were few and far between. Most other times, she busied herself with her work, trying very hard not to think of Jesse and how he hadn't really returned her feelings. Oh sure, physically she was satisfied-Jesse was a stud in and out of bed; but in the morning it was the same thing: sheets crumpled up and cold beside her, every trace of the man gone.

The first few times she thought that it was just a coincidence, maybe he had to be somewhere in a hurry? But after the fifth time, she knew it couldn't be a coincidence. Still, she thought it was best that it was that way because they could not really be in a relationship because they were partially co-workers and relationships are generally frowned upon in the military anyway. She thought it was better, but after about the first month of their "relationship", she realized that she wanted more than secret, clandestine kisses and encounters. She wanted him-all of him.

She wanted to wake up with him beside her, with his arms wrapped snuggly around her slight, yet muscular middle. She wanted him to kiss her forehead lightly before heading off to work and to feel that she was loved. She wanted to stop worrying about what ifs, like what if he has another girl? She wanted to feel like she was the only girl-or most important girl anyway-in the universe when he was with her. She wanted all of the mushy stuff they had in romantic comedies and more.

She at least wanted acknowledgement that she was girlfriend, so lay off other less fortunate women!

So she waited, at first hinting subtly at what she wanted; the hints became more and more blatant every time she saw him and he still didn't get it through his thick skull. On and on it went this way, until one day she finally snapped and asked him (more like shouted at him...) just what the state of their "relationship" was.

Today was that day.

Oh, it was awful, right from the beginning! First off, all he was interested was sex (no surprise there! she thought bitterly); he wouldn't stop using his amazing, yet currently unwanted, talents on her until she was using the defense skills she learned throughout her career and practically beating him black and blue.

He was shocked, to be sure. He just rubbed his tender cheek and jaw and casually asked "what's wrong, baby?"

She was trying to still her heaving breaths when she just exploded.

'WHAT'S WRONG, WHAT'S WRONG? THAT'S ALL YOU GOTTA SAY FOR YOURSELF! WE'VE BEEN FUCKING AROUND FOR THREE MONTHS AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS "WHAT'S WRONG"!'

The usually laid back airman shot up off the couch at her outburst 'Shhhh, I don't want to wake the others up! And what're you talking about? You wanna be my girlfriend or somethin' now? Why? The way things are now are ideal! We could lose rank if we're known to be going out, c'mon, you know that space ranger!'

At his response, she knew it was over, he wasn't going to commit anytime soon, so she might as well cut her loss.

'DON'T-don't you ever call me space ranger again! That was a term of endearment which is now tarnished when I realize that the person who used it most never cared about me for anything other than my body!'

Looking Jesse in the face while willing herself not to cry, she said what needed to be said most.

'It's over, Jesse. I will treat you with due regard in public but we will go no further than the relationship we have to maintain as co-workers. Don't even try to coerce or seduce me or I will report your ass. Goodbye.'

With that said, she turned abruptly and headed towards the door out of his quarters at a brisk pace. He didn't say a word to stop her, he knew that this was best-Jesse was not a man who was ready for a long term, committed relationship, which is what Buzz wanted the most. Jesse hoped that she would find the man that would give her that one day so that she would be happy and forgive him for not being that man. After the door clicked shut and she was gone for good, Jesse flopped on the couch and watched TV in a depressed funk until he fell asleep.

Commiserating over her crappy love life, she was almost finished her third beer and motioned the bartender for yet another one. The bartender gave her a worried look, but slid another one her way anyway-he was just the bartender, no one listened to him when he warned people not to overdo it so why bother?

She started on the new beer and vaguely noted the jingle of the bell on top of the door, she wasn't going to turn around and see who came into the bar, but something niggled at her to at least throw a glance towards the door and the new customer. She was glad she did. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat.

Standing near the door was a tall, dark, and handsome... Cowboy?

'Hmm, well that's new...' she thought amusedly. Setting her half finished beer down on the counter, she slowly walked towards him, making sure to add extra sway to her hips and stick her chest out just a little more. Not that she needed to, she was a 30 D and her breasts were *one* of her best assets, so to speak...

She almost toppled over several times, but somehow managed to keep a steady gait. Reaching her destination, she playfully cocked her head to one side and put a coquettish smile on her face.

Looking up at the cowboy seductively, she breathed 'What's a strong, handsome cowboy like you doing so far from a ranch?'

He looked down at her and smiled a sly smile of his own, 'Just in town for business and a drink, ma'am... '

'Well, I hope that's not all you intend on doing, sir...'

'Hmn, well it seems like I just might do something else tonight...' he retorted back in a lower voice that almost sounded like a whispered growl.

Linking her arm through his elbow, she hung onto him as she stumble-walked-strutted over to the bar with him and asked 'So cowboy, what's yer name?' as he ordered a scotch on the rocks.

'My name's Woodrow Pride, little lady. Most people I know call me Woody. What's your name, you pretty little thing?'

Feeling better than ever, Buzz replied 'Beatrix Lightyear, Air Liason Officer in the U.S. Air Forces, at your service!' She added a flourish of sorts at the end. 'My friends call me Buzz though!'

He looked genuinely surprised at her occupation (weren't women like that too delicate for work like that?), and confused at her nickname. Wasn't Buzz a man name?

She saw his confusion and started to explain how Buzz came to be her nickname.

'Haha, I can see you can't figure out why they call me that, can you?'

Woody shook his head no, Buzz laughed a little and continued.

'When I was a cadet, I was so much smaller than the others and I felt that I had to prove myself.' She stopped and looked at Woody, he looked at her, entranced, and nodded his head to continue.

'I really wanted to prove that I was tough. So I did a stupid thing and shaved my hair into a buzz cut... I was the laughing stock of the mess for about two months afterwards.' She finished with a reminiscent laugh, 'they called me Buzz and it just kinda stuck!'

They both laughed after her explanation and shared stories and experiences until it was almost closing time.

''kay guys, sorry to interrupt the conversation, but you guys need to get out: I'm closing up pretty soon.' The bartender yelled from the other end of the bar.

Roused and more than a little interested in each other, they paid their tabs and started making their way towards the door when the bartender grabbed Woody's wrist and whispered 'make sure she gets home safe, okay?' Woody nodded, said his goodbyes and lead Buzz out into the warm, breezy summer dawn.

She was drunk so Woody decided he would drive her home. He was just about to close the door of the passenger side of his red pickup when Buzz suddenly grabbed his shirt collar and yanked Woody's head down for an intense and passionate kiss.

At first it was lips only, but Woody gasped at the pleasure and shock and Buzz took the opportunity to deepen the kiss: how could she not? With a mouth and tongue like Woody's; she knew she had to take advantage!

She went weak in the knees and her core turned into molten desire for the man above her when he started kissing her back, rubbing his tongue against her tongue, inner cheeks and the roof of her mouth as he fondled and caressed her breasts under her thin blouse.

They broke apart, desire apparent in both their eyes and Woody, breathing heavily, with hands massaging her breasts asked 'Your place, or mine?'

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