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Buffy's lungs were burning from exertion. She'd never run so hard and fast
in her life. Even when it felt like her legs were going to buckle, the pain
shooting up her shins, somehow they kept pounding the tarmac of their own
volition. All she could see was Faith's hair like a dark cape whipping
behind her as she ran. God knows how far they'd gone but the totalled squad
car was far behind them and they were sprinting into an unfamiliar part of
town. Faith seemed to know where she was going though.
The irony of this wasn't lost on Buffy. She felt like she'd been chasing
after Faith from the moment they met. Elusive, wild c***d Faith always
seemed just out of her grasp. Just when she though she had the other slayer
figured out, the brunette would go and prove that she didn't know Faith at
all, that Faith could never be conveniently pigeonholed. She knew that Faith
had spent her whole life breaking out of the moulds that other people wanted
her to conform to. The lack of expectations and the other girl's
unpredictable nature was what made being around Faith so exciting.
Right now, however, excitement was the last thing on Buffy's mind. She was
bone tired and riddled with guilt. In a matter of hours she'd become a
delinquent and an accomplice in breaking and entering, robbery, assaulting
police officers and resisting arrest. Not to mention bailing out on that
Chem test. What was she thinking? Did higher brain function even come into
when she was with Faith? She was being seduced by Faith's attitude to life,
to slaying and everything. She wanted to be that carefree, to not give a
damn about anything or anyone.
"Faith," she called out breathlessly. She came to a stop but the brunette
kept going. "Faith!" This time Faith heard her and doubled back, the thin
sheen of perspiration on her cheeks and forehead glistening under the glare
of the streetlights. She looked almost surprised, as if she hadn't expected
Buffy to be following her.
"We should split," Faith said, staring past Buffy's shoulder as if she could
sense something. "Less chance of 'em tracking us."
For her part, Buffy couldn't believe the other girl was being so calm about
this. Still, what could she expect from someone who listed petty crime as
one of their hobbies and interests? Unfortunately, Buffy couldn't be so cool
about this, thanks to that pesky lifelong sense of responsibility that a
good upbringing had lumbered upon her.
"Doesn't it bother you?" she shot out, impatiently raking a few stray hairs
out of her eyes.
"B, don't get all overcome with civic pride on me now," Faith replied, dark
eyes fixing on Buffy's. She shrugged. "Way I see it, those weapons were just
lyin' there gathering dust. What good's that, huh? We coulda used 'em to
take out a few vamps. Fair trade, right? Anyways, it's more like borrowing
than stealing."
Buffy shook her head at the brunette's skewed logic. "The world according to
Faith..." she muttered under her breath.
"Look, for real now, we don't have time to stand around and chitchat. I'm
gonna grab and pizza and head back to the motel. So you can come with me or
you can go home to your mom."
There was a note of challenge in Faith's voice and Buffy found that it got
her back up. It wasn't really a difficult decision. On her present guilt
trip, she was sure she wasn't up to facing her mom, not without confessing
or something. She could just imagine her mom hitting the proverbial roof.
Rant first, ground later. Probably for the rest of her adult life.
"What kind of pizza?" she asked dubiously.
Faith grinned. "You know what?" She cocked her fingers at Buffy. "I'll let
you decide."
****
"Wicked gross," Faith said with distaste as she picked the last anchovy off
the final slice of pizza and tossed it into the empty, grease-slicked box.
"Damn, B, that's the last I let you pick the topping."
The TV flickered in the corner, the volume turned down low on the old
monochrome set but still drowned out by the whir of the ancient air
conditioning system. It was a stickily warm night and Faith shifted
restlessly on the mattress, the Bostonian still unaccustomed to the heat of
northern California. The black tank top she wore exposed her shoulders to
the air, the perspiration visible on her shoulders. Clothes were strewn
around the room, d****d over the solitary chair, hanging on the bathroom
door, cluttering the floor, baby T-shirts, leather pants, tight-fitting
shirts. The tang of leather and the musk that the dark-haired girl favoured
imbibed the air with a scent that was unmistakably Faith, amplified in this
stuffy little room that Faith called home. Buffy found that she was
strangely comfortable here despite the general unpleasantness of the motel
room.
The blonde shrugged happily as she sat cross-legged on the bed. "You snooze,
you lose," she grinned around her mouthful of pizza.
Faith snorted and shook her head. "Deadboy won't go near you for a week." At
the look that Buffy shot her, Faith pretended to zip her mouth and throw
away the invisible key. She also had the good grace to actually look at
least a little sorry. Not much, but it was there. Faith had a habit of
reducing everything to sex which irritated Buffy because her relationship
with Angel wasn't about that. Not simply because they couldn't *have* it,
though Faith seemed to take great delight in reminding her of that at every
opportunity. She wondered why Faith was so interested anyway. Was it
curiosity or was it just goading? So much of what the other girl said, she
didn't know how to take.
"Like, *that* would last," the blonde said ruefully. "God, Faith, do you
even think before you open your mouth?"
The other slayer slapped Buffy's thigh indignantly. "Hey, I thought slayers
were s'posed to stick up for each other."
"You started it," Buffy reminded.
Faith thought for a moment, her eyes scanning the ceiling briefly before
returning to Buffy's face. "Hm, I did, didn't I?" She gave a broad grin.
"Alright, truce?"
Buffy nodded, slightly distracted by Faith's wide, pretty smile. "Okay."
"And I swear I won't say nothin' about your stinky anchovy breath..."
"You bitch," Buffy said and launched herself at the other girl, quickly and
effortlessly pinning Faith on her back, arms raised above her head. It went
without saying that Faith could easily have fended her off but she didn't.
For a few moments she struggled halfheartedly but she stilled and just
stared up at Buffy, motionless. It was then that it really registered with
Buffy the intimate position they were in. She was effectively straddling
Faith's hard, flat belly, her thighs locked around Faith's hips. The warmth
that was generated between them made her feel suddenly weak and lightheaded.
Her fingers pressed firmly into Faith's upper arms, marking the soft flesh
red in a grip that would've hurt a normal person. The dark eyes of the other
girl wandered, swallowing her whole like she was an object for
gratification.
"Couldn't wait to get me into the sack, huh, B?" Faith asked roughly and it
brought the blonde out of her daze so that there was no longer a
Faith-shaped dark blotch on her vision. The brunette swam into clarity
before her, thick hair splayed out on the pillow, dark eyes engorged with
lust, almost-as-dark lips parted in invitation, the whisper of a pink tongue
behind her perfectly white teeth. The tops of Faith's breasts rose and fell
in an hypnotic rhythm, exposed as they were by the low-cut,
cleavage-enhancing top she wore.
Abruptly, Buffy pulled back and jumped off the bed. She gazed around the
motel room, its sights, smells and the sounds of cars outside both familiar
and unsettling. Faith hadn't moved, she was still lying on her back but her
dark eyes followed Buffy closely. Headlights swung through the room and
passed, making the blonde jump slightly.
"I should be going," Buffy began awkwardly. "My mom'll..."
Faith nodded. "Yeah, don't wanna worry her, right?" There was bitterness
there, barely under the surface. Buffy was sure of it and she wasn't certain
how she felt about that, what it meant. Or the way that Faith stared at her.
Greedily, almost.
"Right," Buffy agreed in a hollow voice. There were too many thoughts
invading her head. Angel, whom she loved, even though she knew they didn't
have a future together, maybe because of that. Just because Faith was
looking at her like that, it didn't change anything, didn't mean anything.
Not to her. She'd noticed the looks before but she'd never acknowledged the
attention. For all her talk of using and discarding guys, it was obvious
that Faith wanted her. But Faith had never made a move and Buffy had never
wanted her to. She had no reason to, she was with Angel. Wasn't she? Only,
now she wasn't so convinced... That's what was freaking her out. And she was
surprised at how little it seemed to matter that they were both girls.
Rubbing the goosebumps on her arms, Buffy made for the door. "B." She
stopped dead at Faith's voice. After gathering her courage she turned to
face the other girl. Faith was off the bed now, Buffy's jacket in her hand.
"Don't forget this."
"Oh. Yeah. Right." She reached out for it but Faith held on and Buffy met
her eyes hesitantly. "Planning on letting me have it sometime this evening?"
she asked with deceptive lightness.
Faith's lips twitched into a smirk. Buffy blushed. "My jacket, I mean."
"Depends," the brunette said. Her smirk edged into a fully-fledged smile. It
made her eyes twinkle. "We could make a trade."
The alarm bells were going off in Buffy's head but there was something in
Faith's stare that made her feel daring and just a little bit sexy. "A
trade?" She crossed her arms. "I hope you don't mean your leather pants."
Good with the humour, keep it light, she told herself.
Faith lifted a dark eyebrow and glanced down at said pants. "I wouldn't part
with these babies for nothin'."
"I'm so glad," Buffy replied in a droll voice. "So, what did you have in
mind?"
The other girl tilted her head to one side and stared at Buffy. "Hmm. Well,
lemme see..." Faith scratched her chin. "What do I want you from you?" She
took a step closer to Buffy and smiled. "I really wanna see you in the buff,
Buff, but..." the brunette paused to flick her eyes over Buffy, "I'll settle
for topless."
The blonde's throat was bone dry. "Are you serious?" Faith just stared at
her with a smirk on her lips. "You *are* serious. And, did I mention,
crazy?" She turned to leave but Faith gripped her shoulder, stalling her.
The heat of the other girl's hand suffused her, burning into her skin like a
branding iron but clammy too, she noticed.
"I'll make it worth your while, B," Faith said, her voice husky. "So. What
do you want from me, huh?"
Slowly, Buffy faced her again. She forced herself to hold the other girl's
stare. "Nothing, Faith."
The brunette shook her head slowly. "See, I don't believe that. 'Cause
there's gotta be some reason why you keep starin' at my lips like that."
Caught out, Buffy's eyes fell to the barbed wire tattoo on Faith's arm
because it was the safest place to look right now. She opened her mouth
without thinking. "Can I... I want to touch it," she said quietly. Without
waiting for Faith's permission, she reached out and gently traced the jagged
lines of ink with the tips of her fingers, barely touching the downy skin.
Even after she moved her hand away she could still feel the softness of
Faith's skin tingling on her fingertips.
Faith was smiling slightly. "My turn." Buffy looked up, gaze clashing with
the other girl's. Discarding the jacket to the floor, Faith's hands came to
the blonde's waist, toying with the hem of her tank top. "Nah. Wait. This
isn't fair. There's gotta be something more that you want from me."
There *was* something Buffy wanted but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
Because saying it made her vulnerable and she wasn't entirely sure that
Faith could be trusted. Instead, she just stared. The smile spread on
Faith's face. "You only had to ask," she said flirtatiously and licked her
lips. "C'mere," she said as she tugged Buffy closer.
This was wrong and dangerous, Buffy knew, but Faith's eyes were so pretty
and so inviting so she let it happen. The brunette bent her head and pressed
her mouth to Buffy's. Almost immediately, the smaller girl opened her lips
to Faith's tongue, feeling for the first time the velvety softness of it as
it tangled with her own, duelling playfully. Faith tasted sweet as candy
which was unexpected and her lips were so soft and so much sweeter than
Angel's. She felt Faith tug on her lower lip, scr****g the tender skin with
her teeth almost to the point of pain before caressing the bruised flesh
with her tongue. Teasing before dipping in to sample Buffy's mouth again. As
they kissed, Buffy brought her hand up to Faith's jaw, stroking back and
forth then tangling her fingers in thick, lustrous locks. She'd always liked
Faith's wavy hair and was slightly envious of the fact that it looked so
good with a minimum of maintenance.
But that inane thought was wiped from her head as Faith's hands drifted down
her spine, moving around front to cover her small but full breasts. It was
enough to make her lose all inhibition and she kissed Faith hard as the
brunette fondled her, nipples painfully aroused under Faith's hands. She
couldn't think now, didn't want to, because if she stopped to actually
consider what she was doing here then she'd lose her resolve. And she wanted
this, desperately. For over a year she'd shied away from physical and
emotional intimacy, until Angel returned. But he couldn't ever give her what
she craved. And Faith... Faith so easily and blatantly could. She couldn't
turn herself to stone and pretend that she had no desire. Yes, Angel was her
soul-mate, he probably always would be but she needed something baser than
abstract fulfillment. This... thing with Faith wasn't about love or grand
passion. It was simply two people coming together, both needing to be
satisfied. At this moment, she was a pure pleasure seeker.
It was Faith who broke the kiss, only to attack Buffy's neck with lips and
tongue, nipping and sucking at her flesh, bringing a bruise or two to the
surface. And Buffy let her leave her mark, tilting her head back to allow
Faith to kiss the base of her throat, to dip her tongue into the hollow
there. The brunette's hands had slipped under her top now and were
travelling up her skin until they were once more over her breasts. The
callouses on Faith's palms added that extra special sensation and Buffy
moaned quietly at the exciting contact.
Impatient now, she reached for the button on Faith's pants, quickly
unfastening it and pulling the zip down. As she did so, Faith drew back to
watch her. She smirked. "I always figured you were way too vanilla for this,
B."
"Just goes to show, *F*," Buffy paused as she tugged the skintight leather
pants down Faith's hips and thighs, "how little you know me."
Faith's dark eyes evaluated her carefully. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She
kicked off her pants and flashed a smile. "But you're gonna let me get to
know you better, right?"
Buffy made an amused sound. "Well, I'm not going to bore you with my life
story," she said, and pulled Faith closer, wasting no time in kissing her
deeply and thoroughly.
***
"It goes without saying that you can't tell anyone about this," Buffy said
as she pulled on her pants and tank top.
Faith took a long drag on a cigarette - Buffy had been surprised when the
brunette had pulled out a packet of Marlboro from the bedside cabinet but
made no comment when Faith lit up. "You think I would brag about it?" Buffy
just gave her a stern look. Faith grinned and exhaled slowly. "Yeah, you're
right, I would. But I won't."
Buffy scooted around to sit cross-legged on the bed. The other girl was
partially covered by the rumpled sheets, long hair spilling over her breasts
like a whore in one of those French paintings or something. Just as pretty,
the same air of corruption. "I need you to promise me, if any of the gang or
Angel find out..."
"Relax, B." Leaning over, Faith stubbed out the cigarette into an
overflowing ashtray, making Buffy wonder why she hadn't noticed it before.
"Do you trust me?" the brunette asked solemnly.
Buffy considered that for a moment, taking into account everything they'd
been through together, how many times they'd saved each other's asses and
their previous discussion about trust. She nodded. "Yes. I do."
"Then I promise," Faith smiled and knelt before the blonde, allowing the
sheet to fall away. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
Buffy swallowed. "You, um, wanna do this again some time?"
Faith reached out, fingers sliding into Buffy's still mussed hair. "You mean
like now?" She pulled Buffy's face towards her own.
The sharp scent of smoke hung around Faith, in her hair, on her breath and
Buffy relished it. "Must've read my mind," she managed to say before Faith
crushed their lips together in a hungry kiss.
The End.
in her life. Even when it felt like her legs were going to buckle, the pain
shooting up her shins, somehow they kept pounding the tarmac of their own
volition. All she could see was Faith's hair like a dark cape whipping
behind her as she ran. God knows how far they'd gone but the totalled squad
car was far behind them and they were sprinting into an unfamiliar part of
town. Faith seemed to know where she was going though.
The irony of this wasn't lost on Buffy. She felt like she'd been chasing
after Faith from the moment they met. Elusive, wild c***d Faith always
seemed just out of her grasp. Just when she though she had the other slayer
figured out, the brunette would go and prove that she didn't know Faith at
all, that Faith could never be conveniently pigeonholed. She knew that Faith
had spent her whole life breaking out of the moulds that other people wanted
her to conform to. The lack of expectations and the other girl's
unpredictable nature was what made being around Faith so exciting.
Right now, however, excitement was the last thing on Buffy's mind. She was
bone tired and riddled with guilt. In a matter of hours she'd become a
delinquent and an accomplice in breaking and entering, robbery, assaulting
police officers and resisting arrest. Not to mention bailing out on that
Chem test. What was she thinking? Did higher brain function even come into
when she was with Faith? She was being seduced by Faith's attitude to life,
to slaying and everything. She wanted to be that carefree, to not give a
damn about anything or anyone.
"Faith," she called out breathlessly. She came to a stop but the brunette
kept going. "Faith!" This time Faith heard her and doubled back, the thin
sheen of perspiration on her cheeks and forehead glistening under the glare
of the streetlights. She looked almost surprised, as if she hadn't expected
Buffy to be following her.
"We should split," Faith said, staring past Buffy's shoulder as if she could
sense something. "Less chance of 'em tracking us."
For her part, Buffy couldn't believe the other girl was being so calm about
this. Still, what could she expect from someone who listed petty crime as
one of their hobbies and interests? Unfortunately, Buffy couldn't be so cool
about this, thanks to that pesky lifelong sense of responsibility that a
good upbringing had lumbered upon her.
"Doesn't it bother you?" she shot out, impatiently raking a few stray hairs
out of her eyes.
"B, don't get all overcome with civic pride on me now," Faith replied, dark
eyes fixing on Buffy's. She shrugged. "Way I see it, those weapons were just
lyin' there gathering dust. What good's that, huh? We coulda used 'em to
take out a few vamps. Fair trade, right? Anyways, it's more like borrowing
than stealing."
Buffy shook her head at the brunette's skewed logic. "The world according to
Faith..." she muttered under her breath.
"Look, for real now, we don't have time to stand around and chitchat. I'm
gonna grab and pizza and head back to the motel. So you can come with me or
you can go home to your mom."
There was a note of challenge in Faith's voice and Buffy found that it got
her back up. It wasn't really a difficult decision. On her present guilt
trip, she was sure she wasn't up to facing her mom, not without confessing
or something. She could just imagine her mom hitting the proverbial roof.
Rant first, ground later. Probably for the rest of her adult life.
"What kind of pizza?" she asked dubiously.
Faith grinned. "You know what?" She cocked her fingers at Buffy. "I'll let
you decide."
****
"Wicked gross," Faith said with distaste as she picked the last anchovy off
the final slice of pizza and tossed it into the empty, grease-slicked box.
"Damn, B, that's the last I let you pick the topping."
The TV flickered in the corner, the volume turned down low on the old
monochrome set but still drowned out by the whir of the ancient air
conditioning system. It was a stickily warm night and Faith shifted
restlessly on the mattress, the Bostonian still unaccustomed to the heat of
northern California. The black tank top she wore exposed her shoulders to
the air, the perspiration visible on her shoulders. Clothes were strewn
around the room, d****d over the solitary chair, hanging on the bathroom
door, cluttering the floor, baby T-shirts, leather pants, tight-fitting
shirts. The tang of leather and the musk that the dark-haired girl favoured
imbibed the air with a scent that was unmistakably Faith, amplified in this
stuffy little room that Faith called home. Buffy found that she was
strangely comfortable here despite the general unpleasantness of the motel
room.
The blonde shrugged happily as she sat cross-legged on the bed. "You snooze,
you lose," she grinned around her mouthful of pizza.
Faith snorted and shook her head. "Deadboy won't go near you for a week." At
the look that Buffy shot her, Faith pretended to zip her mouth and throw
away the invisible key. She also had the good grace to actually look at
least a little sorry. Not much, but it was there. Faith had a habit of
reducing everything to sex which irritated Buffy because her relationship
with Angel wasn't about that. Not simply because they couldn't *have* it,
though Faith seemed to take great delight in reminding her of that at every
opportunity. She wondered why Faith was so interested anyway. Was it
curiosity or was it just goading? So much of what the other girl said, she
didn't know how to take.
"Like, *that* would last," the blonde said ruefully. "God, Faith, do you
even think before you open your mouth?"
The other slayer slapped Buffy's thigh indignantly. "Hey, I thought slayers
were s'posed to stick up for each other."
"You started it," Buffy reminded.
Faith thought for a moment, her eyes scanning the ceiling briefly before
returning to Buffy's face. "Hm, I did, didn't I?" She gave a broad grin.
"Alright, truce?"
Buffy nodded, slightly distracted by Faith's wide, pretty smile. "Okay."
"And I swear I won't say nothin' about your stinky anchovy breath..."
"You bitch," Buffy said and launched herself at the other girl, quickly and
effortlessly pinning Faith on her back, arms raised above her head. It went
without saying that Faith could easily have fended her off but she didn't.
For a few moments she struggled halfheartedly but she stilled and just
stared up at Buffy, motionless. It was then that it really registered with
Buffy the intimate position they were in. She was effectively straddling
Faith's hard, flat belly, her thighs locked around Faith's hips. The warmth
that was generated between them made her feel suddenly weak and lightheaded.
Her fingers pressed firmly into Faith's upper arms, marking the soft flesh
red in a grip that would've hurt a normal person. The dark eyes of the other
girl wandered, swallowing her whole like she was an object for
gratification.
"Couldn't wait to get me into the sack, huh, B?" Faith asked roughly and it
brought the blonde out of her daze so that there was no longer a
Faith-shaped dark blotch on her vision. The brunette swam into clarity
before her, thick hair splayed out on the pillow, dark eyes engorged with
lust, almost-as-dark lips parted in invitation, the whisper of a pink tongue
behind her perfectly white teeth. The tops of Faith's breasts rose and fell
in an hypnotic rhythm, exposed as they were by the low-cut,
cleavage-enhancing top she wore.
Abruptly, Buffy pulled back and jumped off the bed. She gazed around the
motel room, its sights, smells and the sounds of cars outside both familiar
and unsettling. Faith hadn't moved, she was still lying on her back but her
dark eyes followed Buffy closely. Headlights swung through the room and
passed, making the blonde jump slightly.
"I should be going," Buffy began awkwardly. "My mom'll..."
Faith nodded. "Yeah, don't wanna worry her, right?" There was bitterness
there, barely under the surface. Buffy was sure of it and she wasn't certain
how she felt about that, what it meant. Or the way that Faith stared at her.
Greedily, almost.
"Right," Buffy agreed in a hollow voice. There were too many thoughts
invading her head. Angel, whom she loved, even though she knew they didn't
have a future together, maybe because of that. Just because Faith was
looking at her like that, it didn't change anything, didn't mean anything.
Not to her. She'd noticed the looks before but she'd never acknowledged the
attention. For all her talk of using and discarding guys, it was obvious
that Faith wanted her. But Faith had never made a move and Buffy had never
wanted her to. She had no reason to, she was with Angel. Wasn't she? Only,
now she wasn't so convinced... That's what was freaking her out. And she was
surprised at how little it seemed to matter that they were both girls.
Rubbing the goosebumps on her arms, Buffy made for the door. "B." She
stopped dead at Faith's voice. After gathering her courage she turned to
face the other girl. Faith was off the bed now, Buffy's jacket in her hand.
"Don't forget this."
"Oh. Yeah. Right." She reached out for it but Faith held on and Buffy met
her eyes hesitantly. "Planning on letting me have it sometime this evening?"
she asked with deceptive lightness.
Faith's lips twitched into a smirk. Buffy blushed. "My jacket, I mean."
"Depends," the brunette said. Her smirk edged into a fully-fledged smile. It
made her eyes twinkle. "We could make a trade."
The alarm bells were going off in Buffy's head but there was something in
Faith's stare that made her feel daring and just a little bit sexy. "A
trade?" She crossed her arms. "I hope you don't mean your leather pants."
Good with the humour, keep it light, she told herself.
Faith lifted a dark eyebrow and glanced down at said pants. "I wouldn't part
with these babies for nothin'."
"I'm so glad," Buffy replied in a droll voice. "So, what did you have in
mind?"
The other girl tilted her head to one side and stared at Buffy. "Hmm. Well,
lemme see..." Faith scratched her chin. "What do I want you from you?" She
took a step closer to Buffy and smiled. "I really wanna see you in the buff,
Buff, but..." the brunette paused to flick her eyes over Buffy, "I'll settle
for topless."
The blonde's throat was bone dry. "Are you serious?" Faith just stared at
her with a smirk on her lips. "You *are* serious. And, did I mention,
crazy?" She turned to leave but Faith gripped her shoulder, stalling her.
The heat of the other girl's hand suffused her, burning into her skin like a
branding iron but clammy too, she noticed.
"I'll make it worth your while, B," Faith said, her voice husky. "So. What
do you want from me, huh?"
Slowly, Buffy faced her again. She forced herself to hold the other girl's
stare. "Nothing, Faith."
The brunette shook her head slowly. "See, I don't believe that. 'Cause
there's gotta be some reason why you keep starin' at my lips like that."
Caught out, Buffy's eyes fell to the barbed wire tattoo on Faith's arm
because it was the safest place to look right now. She opened her mouth
without thinking. "Can I... I want to touch it," she said quietly. Without
waiting for Faith's permission, she reached out and gently traced the jagged
lines of ink with the tips of her fingers, barely touching the downy skin.
Even after she moved her hand away she could still feel the softness of
Faith's skin tingling on her fingertips.
Faith was smiling slightly. "My turn." Buffy looked up, gaze clashing with
the other girl's. Discarding the jacket to the floor, Faith's hands came to
the blonde's waist, toying with the hem of her tank top. "Nah. Wait. This
isn't fair. There's gotta be something more that you want from me."
There *was* something Buffy wanted but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
Because saying it made her vulnerable and she wasn't entirely sure that
Faith could be trusted. Instead, she just stared. The smile spread on
Faith's face. "You only had to ask," she said flirtatiously and licked her
lips. "C'mere," she said as she tugged Buffy closer.
This was wrong and dangerous, Buffy knew, but Faith's eyes were so pretty
and so inviting so she let it happen. The brunette bent her head and pressed
her mouth to Buffy's. Almost immediately, the smaller girl opened her lips
to Faith's tongue, feeling for the first time the velvety softness of it as
it tangled with her own, duelling playfully. Faith tasted sweet as candy
which was unexpected and her lips were so soft and so much sweeter than
Angel's. She felt Faith tug on her lower lip, scr****g the tender skin with
her teeth almost to the point of pain before caressing the bruised flesh
with her tongue. Teasing before dipping in to sample Buffy's mouth again. As
they kissed, Buffy brought her hand up to Faith's jaw, stroking back and
forth then tangling her fingers in thick, lustrous locks. She'd always liked
Faith's wavy hair and was slightly envious of the fact that it looked so
good with a minimum of maintenance.
But that inane thought was wiped from her head as Faith's hands drifted down
her spine, moving around front to cover her small but full breasts. It was
enough to make her lose all inhibition and she kissed Faith hard as the
brunette fondled her, nipples painfully aroused under Faith's hands. She
couldn't think now, didn't want to, because if she stopped to actually
consider what she was doing here then she'd lose her resolve. And she wanted
this, desperately. For over a year she'd shied away from physical and
emotional intimacy, until Angel returned. But he couldn't ever give her what
she craved. And Faith... Faith so easily and blatantly could. She couldn't
turn herself to stone and pretend that she had no desire. Yes, Angel was her
soul-mate, he probably always would be but she needed something baser than
abstract fulfillment. This... thing with Faith wasn't about love or grand
passion. It was simply two people coming together, both needing to be
satisfied. At this moment, she was a pure pleasure seeker.
It was Faith who broke the kiss, only to attack Buffy's neck with lips and
tongue, nipping and sucking at her flesh, bringing a bruise or two to the
surface. And Buffy let her leave her mark, tilting her head back to allow
Faith to kiss the base of her throat, to dip her tongue into the hollow
there. The brunette's hands had slipped under her top now and were
travelling up her skin until they were once more over her breasts. The
callouses on Faith's palms added that extra special sensation and Buffy
moaned quietly at the exciting contact.
Impatient now, she reached for the button on Faith's pants, quickly
unfastening it and pulling the zip down. As she did so, Faith drew back to
watch her. She smirked. "I always figured you were way too vanilla for this,
B."
"Just goes to show, *F*," Buffy paused as she tugged the skintight leather
pants down Faith's hips and thighs, "how little you know me."
Faith's dark eyes evaluated her carefully. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She
kicked off her pants and flashed a smile. "But you're gonna let me get to
know you better, right?"
Buffy made an amused sound. "Well, I'm not going to bore you with my life
story," she said, and pulled Faith closer, wasting no time in kissing her
deeply and thoroughly.
***
"It goes without saying that you can't tell anyone about this," Buffy said
as she pulled on her pants and tank top.
Faith took a long drag on a cigarette - Buffy had been surprised when the
brunette had pulled out a packet of Marlboro from the bedside cabinet but
made no comment when Faith lit up. "You think I would brag about it?" Buffy
just gave her a stern look. Faith grinned and exhaled slowly. "Yeah, you're
right, I would. But I won't."
Buffy scooted around to sit cross-legged on the bed. The other girl was
partially covered by the rumpled sheets, long hair spilling over her breasts
like a whore in one of those French paintings or something. Just as pretty,
the same air of corruption. "I need you to promise me, if any of the gang or
Angel find out..."
"Relax, B." Leaning over, Faith stubbed out the cigarette into an
overflowing ashtray, making Buffy wonder why she hadn't noticed it before.
"Do you trust me?" the brunette asked solemnly.
Buffy considered that for a moment, taking into account everything they'd
been through together, how many times they'd saved each other's asses and
their previous discussion about trust. She nodded. "Yes. I do."
"Then I promise," Faith smiled and knelt before the blonde, allowing the
sheet to fall away. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
Buffy swallowed. "You, um, wanna do this again some time?"
Faith reached out, fingers sliding into Buffy's still mussed hair. "You mean
like now?" She pulled Buffy's face towards her own.
The sharp scent of smoke hung around Faith, in her hair, on her breath and
Buffy relished it. "Must've read my mind," she managed to say before Faith
crushed their lips together in a hungry kiss.
The End.
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