Visions Dancing in Her Head by Desirata

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters are exclusive property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and UPN. I'm only paying homage to characters I love!
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Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: In this scenario Faith and Buffy have never touched, but it's what Faith wants so badly. The slayers have some harsh words and Faith leaves town abruptly. She's in a motel room in Boston, watching the snow fall in the moonlight.
Dedication: To Faithful Chickie; the one who inspired me first. Enjoy.
Pairing: Faith/Buffy

It happened just like that; one minute we were cool; and the next at each other's throats. Must be some slayer thing, she wouldn't back down; and neither would I. I didn't ask to be chosen for this shit, and sometimes I wish I had never met her.

We had just kicked some serious vamp ass, and I asked about scoring some grub. I didn't mention how hot she always looked after a kill, or how bad I wanted her. That's not something you say on a casual tip, ya know?

She started screaming at me and I couldn't figure it. I knew B was complicated, but damn. She never struck me as the type to get all-confrontational unless it was something; or someone she really cared about.

I was already keyed up from the fight, and didn't feel like being hassled for doing my freakin' job.

"What do you want from me B? The G-man and that tight-ass Council tell me to slay, so I slay. Now you want to give me grief for doing what I'm told?"

She lowered her eyes and her face flushed, I just didn't get what was going on with B. We stopped walking and faced each other; she looked like she had something else to say.

She looked at me kinda funny then, and the tone of her voice changed. She sounded like she was losing her voice.

Aw fuck me, I know she's not asking what I think she is. I've been known to flirt with men and women, that's just me. I figure whatever floats your boat, yunno? Things got a little heated that night at the bronze, but it was just dancing. I didn't think she was ready for the changes I would cause in her life.

Don't get me wrong, I run a good game; I'm famous for it. Never seemed to get around to running it on a woman though, and B was all that. I didn't care if it meant some wicked thing was always kicking my ass; I lived for the times when we patrolled.

B was all about driving stick, and I was there through them all. Angel, Parker, Riley and that other little dweeb I can't remember. She never talked to me about the heartache; she had Red for that. I wondered why she never did, but she didn't owe me an explanation about her life.

I had never seen B this upset; she was really wiggin'. I decided to stop her in her tracks, and let her get it off her chest. Then she punched me!

"Don't you get it, stupid much? How many times do we almost have to die before you say it?

I heard her sigh in frustration, while I dusted myself off and rubbed my throbbing jaw. The gloves were coming off, if she wanted it down and dirty; I was ready to go.

"Let me tell you something B, I've stood by and watched while you played with your boy toys. I've watched them hurt you, and I've watched you cry. You know what your problem really is?"

The look she gave me then was glaring, and challenging. She crossed her arms; like I've seen her do a thousand times before. It was her way of telling me she already knew she was right.

"You think you're better than everyone else B. Your mom couldn't reach you, Giles couldn't teach you, and you shut out your friends whenever you felt like it. You don't need me to tell you, that you're a self-centered bitch. Oh, excuse me, that's only when you're not saving the world."

We circled around each other, always keeping eye contact; must have been all that training. She was beautiful, her face flushed and her chest heaving and all because of me.

"How would you presume to know what I want Faith, you're too busy walking around like this world owes you something. You wouldn't know what I wanted if it kicked you in the ass."

She was starting to cut deep now, my cue to leave. "Not digging this party anymore B, gonna motor."

I left her hollering at my back, I never even turned to look over my shoulder. Gotta hand it to that slayer hearing though, I heard every word.

"That's right Faith, do what you do best; walk away. Your feelings won't go away so easily, and we both know you have them; for me!"

Here I am in another motel; not worth mentioning. The room actually isn't that bad, I've had worse. At least the damned heat's working, it's cold as a mother outside. Out of all the places I could've gone, why the fuck did I come back here. It's not like I miss these Boston winters, but who knows; maybe I do.

I'll never let her know how bad she hurt me. Yeah, my sun rises and sets on her, but I'll never give that bitch the satisfaction. I never knew how to tell her how I really felt. How could I tell her that when she smiles at me, my knees get weak? What would she say if she knew I watched her every move when she wasn't looking?

Long trip…so tired and keyed up from all the drama, need to sleep. It seemed like I'd barely closed my eyes and there she was, standing in the shadows by my window. The moonlight fell down around her, making her more beautiful. I felt strange because I wasn't spooked. I wanted her to be exactly where she was.

I could see her perfectly once my eyes adjusted to the moonlight coming in through the window. My mouth was dry and the look I saw on her face only made it drier. I really can't describe what she was wearing, something wispy and silky. The kind of girly thing B would wear. She could've saved herself the trouble of putting on anything at all, because I could see every sexy inch of her through that material.

The outline of her breasts and the way the nipples stood out like tight little knots. My breath caught in my throat when I looked lower, and saw the darker outline of a triangle between her legs. The material clung to her, and I could just make out the indent of her pussy lips. The thought of that treasure made me wet, and I could feel the heat spreading over me.

She didn't say a word, like it would've spoiled something. Her eyes just kept boring into me while she touched herself. Her hands moved down to massage her breast, the fingers twisting her nipples. The room was so quiet you could've heard a pin drop, except for the heavy breathing. I wasn't sure whether it was coming from her or me.

All this was new to me, I know I talked a load of shit; but the truth was; I had never been with a woman before. I had only felt shy and awkward like this one other time in my life, when I lost my virginity. I had seen my share of porn, and fantasized about it, but never done the deed.

Fuck me; that hand is starting to move lower. She's reaching for the hem of (whatever) that is, and pulling it up and over her head. I'm starting to breath harder now; she's really getting me heated. Is that musky, sweet smell coming from her?

I couldn't believe she was being this bold, running her fingers in between those moist lips; inviting me. She ran her finger over her clit just enough to tease me. I had touched myself like that many nights and knew exactly what she was making herself feel.

She knew what she was doing, making me want her like this. A word never crossed her lips, just a sly grin. My curiosity started to outweigh any doubts I had about my feelings for her. I didn't give a damn about anything else but touching her; now.

She didn't move as she watched me leave the bed and walk deliberately towards her. The closer I got to her, the more I could hear how heavy she was breathing. I could also see something else; she had two fingers buried deep in her pussy. Those shapely legs were spread wide apart for easy access, and she was pumping away.

What she did next made me shiver. She stopped fucking herself, and withdrew those honey-drenched fingers. She put them up to her mouth and smeared her juices across those pouting lips. Then she licked away whatever was left, making sure I heard the sucking noises. This had gone way beyond a challenge now, and I was going to have her. I stopped a few inches from her face, letting my eyes roam over that body, taking in more of her scent. I leaned forward then, and tasted Buffy for the first time, in more ways than one.

Her lips were so soft under mine, so different from a man's. When she slipped her tongue into my mouth, it was the gentlest thing I had ever experienced. The taste of her juices was intoxicating to me, and I had to have more. I felt something rise up in me when she tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled me closer.

Her tongue was searching and insistent. I had never been kissed this deeply before and she was making me dizzy. We shared the same breath as she moaned into my mouth, kissing me harder. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist, pulling her into my body.

That nagging sensation in the pit of my stomach was getting stronger. My body was telling me to take her. I broke the kiss when I felt her wet warmth press against my thigh. Both our bodies were buzzing with the tension we had been denying for months. I cupped her ass-cheeks and drove my leg into her wetness.

Our eyes locked together as she felt me enter her with two of my fingers, while I kept gripping her ass with my other hand. I was deep inside her, curling and uncurling my fingers. Her walls quivered and gripped at my hand as she rode it hard and fast.

I was so close to coming, but I put it out of my mind. There was something that I had promised myself, when I first laid eyes on B. If I ever got the opportunity, I would go down on her until she begged me to stop. Well, no time like the present, I always say.

She sighed heavily when I pulled my fingers from her, and guided her over to the bed. I watched her as she lay on her back, spreading her legs wide for me. She licked her lips hungrily while she watched me take off my t-shirt and panties.

I climbed on top of her, relaxing the weigh of my body down on hers. I fingered her soaking wet pussy while I kissed her, teasing her tongue with mine. I took my time thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth, giving her a hint of what was to come.

Her hands grasped my shoulders and began to push me down toward her yearning sex. I let my tongue take a tour of her ribs, stomach and belly button before I reached her sweetness. She parted those swollen lips, opening herself to me.

Her patch was neatly trimmed just so, drawing attention to her clit. Damn B, even your pussy is perfect. I really didn't know what I was doing, but I couldn't let that stop me. I followed a simple rule, do others, as you would have them do you. It worked like a charm, B whimpered when I took her clit in my mouth.

I ran the tip of my tongue around it in lazy circles, alternating between sucking and licking. The constant pressure had B arching up off the bed, and I was reminded that we were both slayers. Her strength threw me a little off balance at first, until I returned that strength, holding her down.

She started thrusting her hips against my face, pushing my tongue deeper inside her. I couldn't get enough of her juices in my mouth, or the feel of her slick inner walls on my tongue. We were so close that I felt it when she began to shake, like a wave from the inside out.

I dragged my index finger teasingly between her slit and her pink, puckered hole. She cried out, but I didn't stop what I was doing, even when those slayer legs wrapped around my shoulders and clenched as she came all over my face.

I lapped the creamy cum from her like a new born kitten, wanting to stay down there forever, drinking her in. My mouth continued to ravish her now tender pussy and swollen clit, until she begged me to stop. I had granted one of my own wishes.

Watching my girl lying there like that; excited me to no end. It sounded strange calling her that, But B was so my girl now. I had claimed her, and there was no turning back.

Her chest felt so welcoming and soft, I just wanted to keep my head cradled there all night. I snuggled closer, trying to pull her tighter against me. Then It hit me; my pillow wasn't hugging back. Damn, I wanted B so badly that I had dreamed the whole thing. What a fucking night huh?

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Visions Dancing in Her Head

by Desirata

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