Watching by Nikita

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the great and powerful Joss, Face/Off belongs to the ass kicking John Woo, Touchstone and Paramount, and Buffy's pajamas belong to the lovely Sway Slayer. I hope you don't mind... I swear I'll give them back...
Distribution: Forever Faith: http://mysticmuse.net/faith
The Mystic Muse: http://mysticmuse.net
All others, please ask first.
Feedback: Yes please.
Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: Set S3, after Bad Girls but Faith never killed Finch, therefore everything after is peaceful and happy (pfft). Buffy's POV, total fluff. I may write something with a point soon. Don't bet on it though. *curses exams* I doubt it, but if you want a highly pornographic (or really depressing depending on my mood, your risk) sequel, you know what to do.
Dedication: John, my best friend, the strongest guy I know, and the only person who calls me when I'm on my way to meet him and doesn't hang up the phone until we're standing next to each other. I feel like I'm in Clueless every time. I love you.
Pairing: Faith/Buffy

Too tight. The feeling of the wire as my fingers pull at it, trying in vain to find a hold on the knot, is smooth on my skin. Smooth. Too smooth to get a proper grip on.

So I use my nails and dig them in, hoping I can find a gap loose enough to widen and let me in without tearing the protective coating surrounding it. It's not as strong as it looks.

Before I can finish, she's down beside me, taking the wire gently from my frustrated fingers and hooking her nails around it. She grins and shakes her head slightly as her fingers move back and forth patiently, slowly loosening the knot. I watch her fascinated, her eyes fixed so completely on her task as she knees next to me.

"How'd you manage to get this so fucked anyway, B? Must have been you, takes a slayer to tie something this tight." She says, grinning as she frees the wire from its knot and unravels it.

She chuckles and rolls her glinting brown eyes at me. "Figures." She smirks, and plugs the VCR into the TV.

"I didn't want Dawn to be tempted." I say, pointlessly explaining why I hid the machine despite the fact that she hasn't asked.

She takes my hand gently and pulls me up from my position on the floor which I appear to have been stuck in.

"I know. Let's get started." She says in that tone of voice that gives absolutely everything a double meaning. "Let's get started?" OK... I guess even I could turn that into a double meaning, but she does it all the time. All the time. I think. Not just with me. Right?

Debating this in my head, I make my way over to the couch and sit down as she bends over and finds a tape. Leather that tight can't possibly be comfortable. It clings so firmly to her ass and thighs I wonder how she can walk in it, let alone slay.

But she wears it well. Better than I could. Everything she wears hangs so perfectly, even those tiny white tank tops she's so fond of. The ones that show off the smooth skin at the base of her back when she bends over and the flat, firm muscle in her stomach when she stretches and accentuates her breasts. Bigger than mine. Yeah, those tops. Like the one she's wearing now.

I suddenly notice she's looking at me with a questioning look on her face. "It's OK? The movie?"

"Huh? Yeah!" I squeak, wondering how I managed to get so caught up in my thoughts. "I've wanted to see it for ages."

"Good." She says, smiling innocently at me. "I thought Pussymaster would be your kind of film."

I almost fall off the couch. Gazing at her wide eyed, my mouth opens and closes without my permission as she laughs.

"Relax, B." She smirks evilly. "It's Face/Off, and you should pay more attention." She hits play on the VCR and grins. "Although I guess it's hard when there's such a good view."

I'm sure I used to be good at comebacks. Unfortunately I seem to have lost this skill in the last two and a half minutes and instead just stick my tongue out at her. And then I kick myself mentally. How big a dumbass am I?

Quite big, apparently, because she's grinning at me again having just asked me another question.

"You think so? Then you definitely didn't." She says. I can feel her eyes still on me as I wonder what the Hell she's talking about.

"I didn't?" I mutter. "And you have?" When did hanging out with Faith get so stressful? I mean, sure, we haven't done it much... not that that's my fault... OK, maybe it is sort of, but I had issues! I had Angel shaped issues... and she's talking again. Attention!

OK, she's laughing. At me again probably. "Hell yes!" She says as her laughter slows into a throaty chuckle. "And not just when there's someone else there. So you never got there with Angel. What about on your own?"

I can feel my cheeks burning up as I realize what she's talking about. Not that hard to guess really, it is Faith after all. Sex is her favorite topic of conversation. "No." I whimper, and glue my eyes to the screen in front of me. "I thought you wanted to watch this movie?"

I can still hear her chuckle as she shrugs and turns back to the screen for, oh, I don't know... three seconds? Give it up for the attention span. Then her eyes are back on me again.

"Faith, I-" I meet her eyes and the look in them surprises me. Not mocking now, almost... sympathetic? "I haven't. No org- org-... you know. It's no big. Can we please not talk about this?"

A moment later she's up and kicking off her boots. "I'm gonna change." She says, motioning to my pajamas and winking. "I don't have anything in pink, but I'm feeling overdressed." Then she's gone and I'm on the couch, pondering whether or not to pause the video. But then I'm distracted as my eyes fall on her boots.

Glancing at the door that she just disappeared through, I grab them and pull them on. Perfect fit.

Standing up, I try a few steps, surprised at how heavy they are. I almost pity the vampire who gets one of these in his face, I think as I try to kick. How the hell does she manage to run in these? Or dance? I do a small imitation of Faith's dancing, just trying it out before I hear a guffaw from the doorway.

Faith's standing there clutching her sides, straightening up only to look at me and double over laughing again. I look down at myself, soft, fluffy pink pajamas and huge, heavy black boots. OK, so it's possible I look a little ridiculous...

I kick them off and sit back down on the couch, pulling the covers back up around me and pouting at her as she wipes tears from her eyes. "I thought you were going to get changed?" I snap.

She shrugs, still chuckling, and sets down two glasses of Coke. "I forgot." She grins.

I reach for my glass and drink, almost spluttering it out as she stands right, and I mean right, in front of me and peels off her pants.

My body does a series of little involuntary twitches as I try not to stare at her. "Uh... Faith...?" I whisper with difficulty, trying to see past her very naked thighs as she steps out of her leathers. "I can't see the... uh... TV."

"Sorry, B." She says huskily as she walks straight towards me, her eyes locked with mine. I seem to have forgotten how to breathe as she steps closer, so confidently... and then spins and slumps down next to me.

Next to me? On top of me might be a better description as she gets under the covers and relaxes. My eyes are fixed on the screen, but all my nerves have decided to latch onto Faith. In particular, they've all made a trip to my thigh, which is pressed gently against hers.

Oh God, I hate that. Every tiny movement her leg makes against me sends sparks up my body, and I don't know if it's by accident it's even there... She flirts. She's Faith, she does that, but that's it right? Of course it is, and even if it's not, why would I care? Just because she looks good in leather and tight tops and amazes me at every turn by doing something that seems so out of character doesn't mean I want her. Just because we're the chosen two, or that I feel so free when she's around doesn't mean we should be together. Just because I like the way she wiggles her eyes brows or the fact that I smile when she walks in the room doesn't mean-

Oh! Her leg just moved again. Maybe it's just her breathing, her chest does seem to be rising and falling at quite a rate. Her breasts are bigger than mine. Did I mention that already? Nice breasts they are too. Why has my breathing stopped? Kick back in please... there. Good. But maybe... what if she does like me... I mean, I know she likes me, she's staying at my house and we're hanging out, but... like me?

A quick glance shows me that her eyes are staring straight ahead of her. She seems interested in the movie now. Maybe the whole leg touching is my imagination.

So lightly, disguising it very innocently as a general movement of my whole body, I press my thigh harder against hers, and move it away again. Then I wait, my breathing threatening to stop again.

There! She did it again. Through my pajama bottoms, my skin is tingling, and I move closer to her again. Faster this time, her thigh presses to mine, and this time, it stays there.

Her eyes are still fixed in front of her, but her breathing is quicker now. I don't realize I'm staring until she suddenly whips round so her nose is almost touching mine. I almost make a run for it, but her hand moves to my arm and catches me.

She gazes questioningly into my eyes for what seems like an eternity, and I can't do a thing but stare back and wonder why my body has gotten so hot. I can feel her breath hot on my skin, caressing it lightly as her eyes burn into mine.

I've noticed how hot she is, but I don't think I ever noticed how beautiful. Her skin pale, her hair dark and wild, mirroring her eyes so perfectly, and then there are her lips. Full, soft, moist... and so, so close to mine.

Sitting there staring at her with gunfire and... Somewhere Over the Rainbow? in the background, I know the decision of what I'm about to do has been forming since I met her. And now I think my choice is made...

I move slowly, cautiously towards her, and she does the same. Her lips meet mine tenderly, softly, brushing away any doubt I had with their touch.

My mind threatening to go totally blank, her tongue slides into my mouth, which has opened to her without question. Not questioning anymore anyway. And there's just us. Her lips on mine, her hands in my hair, and it feels good... so good.

Then she's gone. My mouth opens in protest as I look up at her, my eyes full of fear that I've given myself to her... that I was willing to give myself to her and now she doesn't want me. But she keeps looking at me, and I see myself mirrored in her eyes. I move my hand slowly up the skin on her arm to her neck, and pull her towards me again.

And it's the same, but it's not. There's more confidence this time, on her part and mine. The kiss is deep, slow, passionate, and now I know I've forgotten how to breathe. But it doesn't seem that important.

After a moment, we part again, and I notice my whole body is tingling, every nerve screaming to be close to her once more.

And we stare at each other, overcome with what just happened. Well I am. It's possible that she's not of course, because I can't read her mind, but I think she's feeling the same thing, she looks like she is.

"Fuck!" She yells, and my eyes widen, wondering for a moment if it's an order. Oh... I hear the knock at the door too, and look at her desperately. I don't want to answer, I want to talk about this and if it's OK, then maybe just kiss or... something... but another knock, and I hear Willow's voice outside.

Reluctantly, I get up and look at her for a moment, searching for some reassurance. But she just jumps up and pulls her pants back on, and I answer the door.

"Hey!" She says, placing the box down on the table and glancing at the screen. "Face/Off!"

"Yeah." I say quietly. "I always wanted to see it." I glance at Faith, who grins at me.

"The best movie ever." She says with a wink. "I could watch it over and over." I smile back at her as I listen to Willow talk.

"Yeah, I wanted to see it for ages." My friend is saying, talking to everyone and no one at the same time. "Should we rewind it?"

Faith stops the tape and takes it out of the machine. She turns to me and smiles softly. "Nah." She says. "Me and B will pick this back up later. When you guys go."

I know I'm standing there grinning moronically, and I know one of the gang will ask me why, but I can't help it. I look at her and I don't care about anything else.

Oh! Someone is saying something! OK, everyone is saying something, apart from Oz of course, who rarely says anything, but someone is saying something to me, more importantly. Willow. Yes.

I look down at myself quickly. Oh right... why does she care? She's seen me in my pajamas lots of times. And then I realize Xander is staring at me. He's talking loudly to Faith about the movie, but the look on his face is directed at me and it says something like: "Hi! I'm a teenage male and I like your breasts." Boys! But then I glance at Faith, and I see she's grinning at me with a similar expression. OK... so I don't mind that. I like her breasts too. Very nice, very, very... um... nice...

Right! "Yeah, I'll be back in a sec. Make yourselves comfortable." Not too comfortable. I have Faith to do. Ah! Did I just think that? I mean I have things to do, of course. Yes, of course.

Oh God, my body just went on fire again, and one look at Faith tells me she knows exactly what I'm thinking. Then I'm walking, very, very steadily, very, very calmly towards the stairs and up to the safety of my room.

OK, time out. I shut the door and rummage through my drawers. Ha! I mean really... my drawers, as in closets and stuff. Not my... why am I explaining this to myself? I know what I mean. Right, clothes... clothes always have a calming effect on me.

Now think. She kissed me and I kissed her. Very good. An actual thought that makes sense. Well done, Buffy. And I want her. I want her and her lips and hands and... oh, everything. I feel butterflies in my stomach as I think about her, and all the looks she's ever given me. All the looks that seem now so obviously to have meant something more than a joke. OK, so I'm not the quickest person in the world...

Or the quickest slayer apparently, because she's suddenly in my room and walking towards me, her eyes dragging over my body with a fierceness that would be scary if it wasn't so damn hot.

"No." She growls as she's suddenly pressed up against me. "I think I just found it..."

And we're kissing again. Her hands are in my hair, pulling my towards her confidently as her tongue slide into my mouth. You know how I mentioned my body heating up earlier? It has nothing on this.

My fingers slide tentatively to the base of her back, just under her tank top. I don't know who gasps louder as our skin touches there, but my palms are suddenly flat on her, drinking in our contact and wanting more... more...

But then she's gone again, stepping away from me and smiling. Yes, she's smiling, but the look in her eyes in still there. Hunger. Wow, she has more will power than I thought.

It takes a lot of brainpower to say my next words. "Yeah," I gasp. "I know." Points for Buffy please!

She stares at me for a second, her eyes filled with a hunger that makes my heart stop beating. She's hesitating again, but this time it's for a different reason. No uncertainty this time. Just... want.

I can see that her body is tensed up even from here, that same look and tightness that she has just before she slays... that look that screams "attack!"

It's scary, different. We kissed, yeah, but it felt... it felt like we could stop. Go back. Not that I wanted to, I just mean... it didn't feel as real as the look in her eyes right now. That look that tells me this isn't experimental or innocent. This is about desire. About fucking me. And the weird thing is: I'd let her.

Oh God, what am I thinking? Our first kiss was only ten minutes ago! Where has my brain gone? I know it was here a moment ago... besides, it's not just that. I wouldn't let it be.

I blink as she opens the door and steps backwards out into the hall. But her eyes are still on me. Burning into my flesh.

I walk towards her and put my hand on the door. "I was until tonight." I say, and close it softly, leaving me alone in my room.

What kind of a thing was that to say? Oh god, I'm such a dork. "I was until tonight?" Ugh! Right, never mind. Here's the plan: Get dressed. Act like nothing happened. Get rid of friends. Figure out what's going on in my head.

My head? My head, my brain, they seemed to have abandoned me. All I can think about is her lips on mine. And it's nice.

Shaking my head clear of Faith and her lips, I somehow find some clothes and after a few deep breaths, I manage to get downstairs again. More points for Buffy? Yes, I think so!

I walk back into the living room to a babble of conversation. Very loud conversation, mostly by Xander and Faith. Willow's just watching them with a weird look on her face as she leans on Oz on the couch. My couch! My place! I'm pouting now.

I can't sit next to Faith. I don't think my body could take it. And I can't sit next to them, cause, eww. Busy hands. I can see them from here.

I flop down on the floor next to Xander, and smile at them. I'm so happy you're all here. Really.

"What we watching then?" I ask, leveling my eyes at the screen and keeping them off Faith for the moment.

Xander holds up three videos and grins. "We have a choice." He says. "One: From Dusk Till Dawn."

"Like we're gonna take that seriously?" I giggle. "Those vampires? They have no idea what they're talking about."

"Yes, but... Salma Hayak." He moans, looking around the room for support and finding none. "OK, OK, two: Enter the Dragon."

"No!" Willow shrieks. "That's better than a vampire movie? There's no way I'm watching a fighting movie with two slayers! 'That roundhouse was all wrong!'" She yelps in what I hope isn't an accurate imitation of me.

Xander sighs as Faith and I shrug innocently. "No vampires, no fighting. How about Robin Hood?"

"Ugh. Barf." Faith comments from the other side of the room. Aww. She's cute when she's... um... disgusted. Never mind.

Xander grins and holds up the tape. "The cartoon! Didn't anyone else find Maid Marian hot?"

"I don't know..." Willow blushes. "I always liked Robin." She says, stealing an adoring glance at Oz who kisses her on the forehead.

Xander pushes the tape into the VCR and hops up to turn out the light. Disney. Cartoons. Light and fluffy and absolutely no thoughts about Faith and what we'll do later. No thoughts.

Certainly no thoughts about her thighs in those tight leather pants. Or about them pressed against mine... without those, er... tight leather pants...

Quite dark in here. Just that faint light from the TV playing on her skin. I love that, the unearthly quality it gives everyone as they gaze at the screen. As she gazes at the screen...

OK, I think I must have gone at least 3 minutes without thinking about Faith. This is ridiculous, I'm sitting with my best friends watching a fluffy Disney cartoon and having decidedly non-fluffy thoughts about Faith. Bad Buffy. Oh God, why is this so difficult?

I can't seem to help it. My eyes flick towards her and trail slowly up her body, consuming her with my gaze. I want.

She shifts slightly in her chair, and before I can tear my eyes away, she captures them with her own. She stares straight at me, a look full of desire, certainty. The confidence in her shoots right through me, sending shivers down my spine to where they rest somewhere between my legs.

I hold her gaze, but only just. The intensity of it makes me wonder how the hell my friends can't sense it. It's turning me to a puddle of lust and I know my skin is flushed, I can feel it burning.

It's then that I realize that I've stopped breathing. Taking a gasp of air, I jump up, to everyone's surprise.

"Oh, I... um... flu, I think." I say, stumbling with my usual grace through my explanation. "Yeah, flu." I cough dramatically just to make my point.

"We better go then." Willow says, her eyes still full of concern as she motions to her boys. "Unless you want me to stay?"

"No!" I yell. Nice one, Buffy... she's looking at me with a hurt expression now. "I mean, I don't want you to catch anything."

She smiles at me and nods, the explanation good enough for her. I rule. That Oscar will be mine one day.

"Well," Faith stretches like a cat, her muscles rippling in the faint glow of the TV. "I guess I'll go patrol if you're ill."

She grins at me wickedly. "I've got a lot of tension to work off..." she purrs. "A good slay is just what I need..."

"Do you want to come upstairs first? I'll get you warmed up!" I blurt out, receiving some weird looks from the gang as a result. Brilliant, Buffy. Brilliant.

She grins. "Nah, it's cool B. Don't worry, I'll fill you in tomorrow." She steps forward, and shocking everyone, pulls me into a hug.

Her body is pressed against mine as her hand slips up the back of my shirt, tracing patterns on my skin, tiny, but enough to make me want to slam the door and... and... do bad things right there.

But she lets me go, and flicking her tongue out over her lips, shoots a feral grin at me.

"Bye..." I say, pouting and whimpering in equal amounts at the back of Faith's head as I watch them leave.

As I turn from the door, I suddenly realize just how much Faith presence affected me. With every step I take, I can feel just how wet I am.

If I don't get any release, I'll explode. Standing with one hand against the door, I slip my fingers into the waistband of my pants and into my underwear... just to see...

I almost scream as I hear a forceful knock against the door. I retract my hand and compose myself with some difficulty.

"Yes...?" My mouth seems to be stuck somewhere between a smile and a scowl as I open the door to find Faith leaning against the frame with the wicked grin she wears so well plastered over her face.

Suddenly there's no need for words as she pulls me to her, and once again feel her body tight against mine. She captures my lips in her own, a bruising, passionate, almost violent kiss that leaves us both gasping as I pull away from her and take her hand.

"We're going to my room." I say firmly, worried that if I hesitate, my brain will kick back in. For the first time in my life, I really don't want to listen to it.

I lead her upstairs and open the door to my bedroom. It looks different, foreign. Maybe it's the light.

I sit on my bed, feeling it sink slightly underneath me as I let go of her hand and look at her expectantly.

"I want you." She says quickly. Oh, mind reader! "It's just... I don't want this to be just..."

Her eyes lock into mine, trapping them with their heat, their intensity. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. My breath, caught for so long in my throat escapes all at once, with a sigh filled with anticipation. I. Want.

Full, red lips capture mine, hot and soft in a kiss that begins so tenderly and rises with passion with every passing second. I feel her hands on my thighs, trailing skilled and confident fingers past my hips and under the frail cotton of my shirt. The first contact of those fingers against my stomach makes my heart thud so loudly in my chest I feel it could break through my skin.

As she uses her body to push me back on my bed, my hands find their way to her hair, becoming instantly tangled in the waves that frame her face, so dark, so like her lips and her eyes. A contrast, a mask that tries to hide the angelic pale skin they rest upon.

She breaks contact with me for a second to remove my shirt. It feels like eternity. I whimper against her, wanting to feel her skin against mine. My hands pull at her shirt, and she grins, yanking it over her head and letting me gaze upon her body. Confidence streams from her, and she has a right. Beauty. I never knew it's meaning.

Suddenly, it's not enough. Desire overtakes me and changes everything I thought I knew about myself. I push her up and rip her bra of her body, flipping her over and leaving her startled underneath me.

She nods, seemingly willing to give me what I want. I like this. I decide to continue.

"I wanted you for a long time." I say, unbuttoning her pants slowly as I look into her eyes.

"Me too." She gasps as I ease the leather over her hips. She lifts her legs slightly as I pull them off and rake my eyes over her body.

I think my mouth is hanging open as I look at her. I certainly know I have unwittingly done something to give her her control back, because I'm suddenly on my back again and she ripping the remainder of my clothing off.

"We've got a problem." She whispers huskily as she leans down and covers my body with her own.

"Yuh...?" I gasp. It's hard to think when I have her lying on top of me looking at me in that way...

"Yes." She says, her lips meeting my collarbone and drawing whimpers from deep in my throat. "I know you want me." She states.

Her nails drag over my stomach, and up to my breast. I feel her stroking my skin, her palm grazing lightly over my nipple, it hardening steadily under her touch.

"But you'll have to wait." She continues somehow, as she starts to suck on my pulse point with her mouth.

I almost scream as she presses her thigh between my own, my arousal slicking her skin instantly as she rocks against me.

"I'm going to put my fingers inside you." She growls into my ear, only serving to add to the growing heat between my legs.

Her fingers are pulling hard on my nipple, sending sparks through me, making my heart threaten to stop beating.

It takes a lot of effort to speak. "Then what are you... god... waiting for?" I gasp out, pushing into her thigh as hard as possible.

Then her teeth are dragging over my neck, my chest, sucking my nipple hard into her mouth as her hand wanders ever downwards. My breathing ragged, harsh, desperate is the only sound I hear as she slides her palm past her thigh and presses it against me.

"Faith!" I scream, my hips rising off the bed as she enters me, sliding easily into my wetness. I don't care anymore about how shocked anyone would be. I bend my legs and pull her down to me, sucking hard on her tongue as she strokes me deep inside. I wanted this. I wanted her.

Her fingers move faster inside me as I thrust against her, sweat dripping off my body as she feels just what she has done to me. Her palm against me and her fingers inside me, I lose track of what she is doing and focus only on the pleasure, only on her.

And then it happens. I feel it rushing up on me, shooting through my body and hitting me with a force I couldn't have imagined. I come around her fingers, breaking away from her kiss as I cry her name over and over.

And when I open my eyes, she's looking at me with a tenderness I haven't seen before.

I don't think I remember how to speak. But I guess it's not necessary. I pull her back to me and brush my lips against hers.

I nod and smile at her, still trying to catch my breath. "I... I..." Ah, breathe...

She looks at me, with a small smile on her face, obviously pleased with the result.

Part of me thinks I should ask her what this means, if she'll still be here when I wake up in the morning. But I look into her eyes and decide that I won't ever ask her for a promise. The passion, the spontaneity, it's all part of what I love about her.

She nods slightly and closes her eyes as she waits for me to finish my sentence. I take the moment to flip her onto her back and I grin at her.

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by Nikita

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