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sevendeadlyfun) wrote2007-03-04 11:55 pm
sevendeadlyfun) wrote2007-03-04 11:55 pm
Entry tags:
- ltq,
- plot,
- slash,
- spike/angel
Live The Question
Pairings: Various (Faith/Willow this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 overall (NC-17 this chapter)
Warnings: femslash
A/N: I'm don't normally write femslash, but I am a girl. So I figure that's good enough, right? Let me know what you think...
Rating: NC-17 overall (NC-17 this chapter)
Warnings: femslash
A/N: I'm don't normally write femslash, but I am a girl. So I figure that's good enough, right? Let me know what you think...
“So, what’d you need my help with, “ Faith wanted to know, grimacing slightly.
“Well, I suppose I could make something up, but then you’d see through my ruse and I’d have to admit I just wanted to talk to you privately,” Willow offered up with a small smile.
Faith couldn’t keep the stunned look from creeping across her face. Willow wanted to talk. This didn’t even sound like a bad talk, either. Unable to believe it, Faith resorted to her old tried and true response.
“Hey, baby, it’s cool. But, this is a little outdoorsy for me. How about we take this ‘talk’ upstairs?”
“No,” Willow replied softly. “I’m not Angel, Faith. I won’t be part of your victory celebration. If we ever get close, it won’t be so you can score points off of Buffy or because you want to forget.”
“I…I’m sorry, Willow. I just…I don’t deal well with this stuff,” Faith gestured vaguely.
“What stuff?” Willow’s arms enfolded the taller girl, and Faith sagged into the redhead’s strength.
“Friends. Acceptance. Having a place,” Faith explained. “I’m used to being the outsider, the bad girl. Even after The First, I wasn’t part of the whole Slayer thing. Sucks, you know? I was Chosen, but I wasn’t ever the Slayer.”
“I know,” Willow comforted. “I wanted to tell you…there wasn’t ever really time. But, I was proud of you. You finally stood up and did the right thing. I didn’t…I couldn’t understand before. I had to do a lot of damage before I did the right thing. It made me admire you, for having the power and not using it.”
Willow nuzzled into the slender neck, trailing soft kisses along the long graceful curve. Faith moaned, low and deep, bringing her hands up to Willow’s hair. The witch smiled into the warm skin, and twitched slightly as a strong hand trailed delicately across her sensitive nipples.
“Did I mention,” Faith whispered hoarsely,” that blue is my favorite color?”
“Huh-uh,” Willow breathed out, arching into the caress.
“Red is hot, it burns and sizzles. But blue is soft, cool. It draws you in,” Faith explained, capturing one of the tight buds between her fingers and rolling it around. “Makes you feel slick and smooth.”
Willow tipped her head back, lost to the heat. Faith smiled shyly, drinking in the picture of sweet Willow getting all hot and bothered. She shifted slightly, bringing her knee up between Willow’s legs. The slight nudge of Faith’s knee on responsive, tender flesh had Willow rocking her hips.
Faith pulled the witch close, dipping down for a deep kiss. She plundered Willow’s mouth, tongue tasting the dark flavor of power and passion. Pulling back, Faith sucked in a lungful of air. Those lush lips had blown the Slayer away, sending tendrils of moist heat rushing through her.
“Willow,” Faith called out softly,” Baby, we gotta stop. I want…and you said you wouldn’t…”
Willow opened her eyes, tearing a gasp from Faith. Her green eyes spiraled with blue and brown, the pupils large and hazy. She lifted a hand to Faith, and with a langorous smile, pulled the brunette down for another searing kiss.
“Want you, too,” Willow muttered between kisses. “Want to feel you move underneath me, hear you scream my name. Taste your sweetness….Mmm, Faith…”
Faith ripped herself out of Willow’s arms, shuddering as a pink tongue swiped over kiss swollen lips. Unconsciously, Faith lifted her hands to trace her own mouth. The redhead seemed drunk, swaying slightly as she stood there, hand held out to Faith.
“Willow,” Faith whispered. “Baby, want you, need you.”
“Yeah,” Willow smiled dreamily, fingers stroking her own nipples.
Faith lunged forward, dragging Willow into her arms. Lips met again, fierce and hungry. The kiss stole Faith’s breath, and set her pulse racing.
Slowly, Willow softened the kiss until their lips parted. Hips still rocking and hands still teasing, they stared at each other. Willow sighed and slid down, lapping at the flesh around Faith’s collarbone.
“I want to taste you, Faith,” she begged. “Please, just a taste…”
Faith could only nod, voice long gone. She watched, dazedly, as Willow lifted her shirt to expose full ripe breasts. With a hungry growl, Willow latched on to a diamond hard nipple, suckling roughly. Faith moaned as Willow’s talented tongue flicked and nipped, her damp pussy contracting with each suck.
“Oh,” Willow breathed out, sending more sparks careening through Faith’s body.
“Yeah,” Faith agreed, tugging her shirt down. She could feel her desire for the slender woman, a restless ache between the cradle of her thighs. She shifted, trying to relieve the pressure.
“Do you think maybe…” Willow asked timidly. “Would you like to…go out?”
“On a date?” Faith answered, equally shy.
“Yeah. With me,” Willow said. “I mean, I know you’re not gay or anything. Well, okay, this was definitely of the gay. But, I…I’d like to spend some time with you and…”
“Yes,” Faith said suddenly. “I’d like to go out on date with you. I’d like to kiss you. I’d like to touch you and sleep with you and wake up with you.”
“Date first,” Willow said firmly. “But, date with kissing and touching.”
“You don’t put out on the first date,” Faith teased.
“No,” Willow answered, a smile playing around the corners of her lips.
“It’s okay, “ Faith replied, reaching out to toy with a strand of blue hair. “I do.”
The two women linked arms and walked back to into the lobby, faces flushed. Seeing the lobby empty, they shrugged and walked over to the reception area. Willow settled down in front of her books and Faith stood behind her, still playing with the witch’s long hair.
“Oh gods!” Willow shouted, smacking her own forehead. “I think I’m an idiot.”
“Uhm, why?” Faith asked nervously.
“You were Chosen!”
“Yeah, it was a helluva thing. One day I’m a kid with nothing, the next I’m big bad Slayer. First time I’d ever been chosen for anything besides a good beating. Well, actually,” Faith thought,” I guess all I got was another beating. Oh well.”
“No, that not what I meant. Well, okay, yeah, the Chosen part. But, you weren’t all infused by me. You got your power the old-fashioned way. So, theoretically, if we can figure out how to recreate the Scythe, we can use your blood as a conduit to the power.”
“You really know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you? Kisses and blood gets’em every time,” Faith murmured huskily, bending down to steal another kiss.
“That’s m-me,” Willow stammered. “I’m all about sweet talk.”
“I bet you are,” Faith said, tongue tracing the shell of Willow’s ear.
“Coffee now,” Willow announced, standing up. “We need a public place.”
“Aw, can’t keep your hands off me?”
“No, I really can’t. So let’s go on a date,” Willow said sheepishly.
“All right,” Faith grumbled. “But when you’re all hot and bothered later, I hope you remember the one who got you that way.”
“Don’t worry,” Willow answered seriously. “I have a feeling I won’t be able to forget. Now, let’s date.”
Linking hands, the two girls scampered out of the hotel. Just as they hit the door, Willow let out a squeal. Turning to shake her finger at an unrepentant Faith, Willow grinned and massaged her breast.
“Behave or no coffee,” she announced, leading Faith out into the bright sunshine.
“Well, I suppose I could make something up, but then you’d see through my ruse and I’d have to admit I just wanted to talk to you privately,” Willow offered up with a small smile.
Faith couldn’t keep the stunned look from creeping across her face. Willow wanted to talk. This didn’t even sound like a bad talk, either. Unable to believe it, Faith resorted to her old tried and true response.
“Hey, baby, it’s cool. But, this is a little outdoorsy for me. How about we take this ‘talk’ upstairs?”
“No,” Willow replied softly. “I’m not Angel, Faith. I won’t be part of your victory celebration. If we ever get close, it won’t be so you can score points off of Buffy or because you want to forget.”
“I…I’m sorry, Willow. I just…I don’t deal well with this stuff,” Faith gestured vaguely.
“What stuff?” Willow’s arms enfolded the taller girl, and Faith sagged into the redhead’s strength.
“Friends. Acceptance. Having a place,” Faith explained. “I’m used to being the outsider, the bad girl. Even after The First, I wasn’t part of the whole Slayer thing. Sucks, you know? I was Chosen, but I wasn’t ever the Slayer.”
“I know,” Willow comforted. “I wanted to tell you…there wasn’t ever really time. But, I was proud of you. You finally stood up and did the right thing. I didn’t…I couldn’t understand before. I had to do a lot of damage before I did the right thing. It made me admire you, for having the power and not using it.”
Willow nuzzled into the slender neck, trailing soft kisses along the long graceful curve. Faith moaned, low and deep, bringing her hands up to Willow’s hair. The witch smiled into the warm skin, and twitched slightly as a strong hand trailed delicately across her sensitive nipples.
“Did I mention,” Faith whispered hoarsely,” that blue is my favorite color?”
“Huh-uh,” Willow breathed out, arching into the caress.
“Red is hot, it burns and sizzles. But blue is soft, cool. It draws you in,” Faith explained, capturing one of the tight buds between her fingers and rolling it around. “Makes you feel slick and smooth.”
Willow tipped her head back, lost to the heat. Faith smiled shyly, drinking in the picture of sweet Willow getting all hot and bothered. She shifted slightly, bringing her knee up between Willow’s legs. The slight nudge of Faith’s knee on responsive, tender flesh had Willow rocking her hips.
Faith pulled the witch close, dipping down for a deep kiss. She plundered Willow’s mouth, tongue tasting the dark flavor of power and passion. Pulling back, Faith sucked in a lungful of air. Those lush lips had blown the Slayer away, sending tendrils of moist heat rushing through her.
“Willow,” Faith called out softly,” Baby, we gotta stop. I want…and you said you wouldn’t…”
Willow opened her eyes, tearing a gasp from Faith. Her green eyes spiraled with blue and brown, the pupils large and hazy. She lifted a hand to Faith, and with a langorous smile, pulled the brunette down for another searing kiss.
“Want you, too,” Willow muttered between kisses. “Want to feel you move underneath me, hear you scream my name. Taste your sweetness….Mmm, Faith…”
Faith ripped herself out of Willow’s arms, shuddering as a pink tongue swiped over kiss swollen lips. Unconsciously, Faith lifted her hands to trace her own mouth. The redhead seemed drunk, swaying slightly as she stood there, hand held out to Faith.
“Willow,” Faith whispered. “Baby, want you, need you.”
“Yeah,” Willow smiled dreamily, fingers stroking her own nipples.
Faith lunged forward, dragging Willow into her arms. Lips met again, fierce and hungry. The kiss stole Faith’s breath, and set her pulse racing.
Slowly, Willow softened the kiss until their lips parted. Hips still rocking and hands still teasing, they stared at each other. Willow sighed and slid down, lapping at the flesh around Faith’s collarbone.
“I want to taste you, Faith,” she begged. “Please, just a taste…”
Faith could only nod, voice long gone. She watched, dazedly, as Willow lifted her shirt to expose full ripe breasts. With a hungry growl, Willow latched on to a diamond hard nipple, suckling roughly. Faith moaned as Willow’s talented tongue flicked and nipped, her damp pussy contracting with each suck.
“Oh,” Willow breathed out, sending more sparks careening through Faith’s body.
“Yeah,” Faith agreed, tugging her shirt down. She could feel her desire for the slender woman, a restless ache between the cradle of her thighs. She shifted, trying to relieve the pressure.
“Do you think maybe…” Willow asked timidly. “Would you like to…go out?”
“On a date?” Faith answered, equally shy.
“Yeah. With me,” Willow said. “I mean, I know you’re not gay or anything. Well, okay, this was definitely of the gay. But, I…I’d like to spend some time with you and…”
“Yes,” Faith said suddenly. “I’d like to go out on date with you. I’d like to kiss you. I’d like to touch you and sleep with you and wake up with you.”
“Date first,” Willow said firmly. “But, date with kissing and touching.”
“You don’t put out on the first date,” Faith teased.
“No,” Willow answered, a smile playing around the corners of her lips.
“It’s okay, “ Faith replied, reaching out to toy with a strand of blue hair. “I do.”
The two women linked arms and walked back to into the lobby, faces flushed. Seeing the lobby empty, they shrugged and walked over to the reception area. Willow settled down in front of her books and Faith stood behind her, still playing with the witch’s long hair.
“Oh gods!” Willow shouted, smacking her own forehead. “I think I’m an idiot.”
“Uhm, why?” Faith asked nervously.
“You were Chosen!”
“Yeah, it was a helluva thing. One day I’m a kid with nothing, the next I’m big bad Slayer. First time I’d ever been chosen for anything besides a good beating. Well, actually,” Faith thought,” I guess all I got was another beating. Oh well.”
“No, that not what I meant. Well, okay, yeah, the Chosen part. But, you weren’t all infused by me. You got your power the old-fashioned way. So, theoretically, if we can figure out how to recreate the Scythe, we can use your blood as a conduit to the power.”
“You really know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you? Kisses and blood gets’em every time,” Faith murmured huskily, bending down to steal another kiss.
“That’s m-me,” Willow stammered. “I’m all about sweet talk.”
“I bet you are,” Faith said, tongue tracing the shell of Willow’s ear.
“Coffee now,” Willow announced, standing up. “We need a public place.”
“Aw, can’t keep your hands off me?”
“No, I really can’t. So let’s go on a date,” Willow said sheepishly.
“All right,” Faith grumbled. “But when you’re all hot and bothered later, I hope you remember the one who got you that way.”
“Don’t worry,” Willow answered seriously. “I have a feeling I won’t be able to forget. Now, let’s date.”
Linking hands, the two girls scampered out of the hotel. Just as they hit the door, Willow let out a squeal. Turning to shake her finger at an unrepentant Faith, Willow grinned and massaged her breast.
“Behave or no coffee,” she announced, leading Faith out into the bright sunshine.