New Desires
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
28,330
Reviews:
18
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Currently Reading:
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Locked Up
Chapter Eleven: Locked Up
Faith’s jail cell was very chilly that night. Her whole body shivered as she curled up into a little ball on the old, worn mattress. Prison was never glamorous, not even the state run ones. Faith had spent most of her life battling her demons and running away. She had made the tough choice to finally stop. She had made the choice to try and repent for all her wrong doings. She missed a lot of things in prison, her freedom, good food, warmth, a nice bed, but most of all she found herself missing Buffy.
Her sweet blonde goddess who was so warm and smelled so good. The angel who had not rejected her at first. The one who was glad to have someone fighting by her side. Buffy had been quick to turn against her though. Faith couldn’t help that she was drawn to the bad side so easily. Their lies were sweet and filled with false promises. All Faith had ever wanted was to belong.
Her dark eyes grew heavy and a few moments later her lids fluttered shut, sending her into a deep sleep. She clutched her knees tightly against her chest and let out a ragged breath as she allowed the dreams, well more like nightmares most of the time, flood her mind.
Buffy?” Faith asked softly, her lips dried and cracked.
Buffy’s warm hand reached out and cupped her face, spreading a pleasant feeling throughout Faith’s body.
“I’m here,” Buffy smiled.
“Do you forgive me?” Faith asked softly, pressing into her touch.
“Of course I do. Everyone deserves a second chance.
Buffy pulled Faith to her feet with one swift movement before their lips intertwined.
Faith shivered in her sleep. She let out a soft whimper mixed with a moan. She yearned for this dream to be real. She felt caught between her dreams and reality.
The kiss broke and Buffy’s fist connected with Faith’s cheek. She felt the bruise begin to blossom. Faith whimpered and covered her injured face.
“What the hell, B?” she asked, shooting daggers at her former lover.
“I said I forgive you, Faith, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be punished for what you did. Bad girls get punished,” Buffy growled at her.
She could have fought back easily, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Deep down she knew that Buffy was right. She deserved to be punished. Faith groaned in pain as Buffy’s fist crushed her nose and the blood flowed out. Buffy’s feet connected with her ribs and she howled in pain.
Bright white stars danced in front of her vision as the pain surged through her body. The blood flowed freely. The violence soon stopped and Buffy lifted her body up with such tenderness that Faith didn’t believe it was the same person.
“My poor, broken, dark angel, let me fix you now,” she cooed, bending her face down and licking the blood away from Faith’s broken nose.
Faith trembled. All the pain and blood vanished. Buffy’s fingers felt like light little butterflies as she stripped the brunette’s clothes off before twisting her nipples.
“Now it’s time for the pleasure,” she smiled, a warm glow seemed to radiate from her now.
Faith moaned as Buffy’s fingers twisted around inside her wet core. It was just like old times. Pain mixed with pleasure. It was what made their relationship. It was what Faith thrived on. It was what she longed for.
Faith’s jail cell was very chilly that night. Her whole body shivered as she curled up into a little ball on the old, worn mattress. Prison was never glamorous, not even the state run ones. Faith had spent most of her life battling her demons and running away. She had made the tough choice to finally stop. She had made the choice to try and repent for all her wrong doings. She missed a lot of things in prison, her freedom, good food, warmth, a nice bed, but most of all she found herself missing Buffy.
Her sweet blonde goddess who was so warm and smelled so good. The angel who had not rejected her at first. The one who was glad to have someone fighting by her side. Buffy had been quick to turn against her though. Faith couldn’t help that she was drawn to the bad side so easily. Their lies were sweet and filled with false promises. All Faith had ever wanted was to belong.
Her dark eyes grew heavy and a few moments later her lids fluttered shut, sending her into a deep sleep. She clutched her knees tightly against her chest and let out a ragged breath as she allowed the dreams, well more like nightmares most of the time, flood her mind.
Buffy?” Faith asked softly, her lips dried and cracked.
Buffy’s warm hand reached out and cupped her face, spreading a pleasant feeling throughout Faith’s body.
“I’m here,” Buffy smiled.
“Do you forgive me?” Faith asked softly, pressing into her touch.
“Of course I do. Everyone deserves a second chance.
Buffy pulled Faith to her feet with one swift movement before their lips intertwined.
Faith shivered in her sleep. She let out a soft whimper mixed with a moan. She yearned for this dream to be real. She felt caught between her dreams and reality.
The kiss broke and Buffy’s fist connected with Faith’s cheek. She felt the bruise begin to blossom. Faith whimpered and covered her injured face.
“What the hell, B?” she asked, shooting daggers at her former lover.
“I said I forgive you, Faith, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be punished for what you did. Bad girls get punished,” Buffy growled at her.
She could have fought back easily, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Deep down she knew that Buffy was right. She deserved to be punished. Faith groaned in pain as Buffy’s fist crushed her nose and the blood flowed out. Buffy’s feet connected with her ribs and she howled in pain.
Bright white stars danced in front of her vision as the pain surged through her body. The blood flowed freely. The violence soon stopped and Buffy lifted her body up with such tenderness that Faith didn’t believe it was the same person.
“My poor, broken, dark angel, let me fix you now,” she cooed, bending her face down and licking the blood away from Faith’s broken nose.
Faith trembled. All the pain and blood vanished. Buffy’s fingers felt like light little butterflies as she stripped the brunette’s clothes off before twisting her nipples.
“Now it’s time for the pleasure,” she smiled, a warm glow seemed to radiate from her now.
Faith moaned as Buffy’s fingers twisted around inside her wet core. It was just like old times. Pain mixed with pleasure. It was what made their relationship. It was what Faith thrived on. It was what she longed for.