Private Dance
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BtVS AU/AR › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,284
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Title: Private Dance
Author: Lynio (lynio@yahoo.com)
Summary: Sequel to “Solo Dance.” AU with Faith as the Slayer. Will Faith become the “First” for Buffy the Private Dancer? You know it!
Rating: NC-17 (Contains graphic depiction of girl-on-girl action)
Pairing: F/B Reference to B/A (Angel is not a vampire)
Cameo: Riley works at the strip club.
Dedication: Electra, for being the first one to feature my fics on their website and for all the “happy” times you’ve given me through your fics. Thanks girl_friend!! ;)
Beta: Val, my mentor.
Disclaimer: All characters don’t belong to me. You know who owns them. I’m just borrowing and taking them out for some fun.
Chapter 2
Faith’s POV
Damn, this relationship stuff is really getting to me. Well, if you can call what B and I have, a relationship. It’s the closest I’ve had to being in one, anyway. I told ya I wasn’t good at this. All I want to do when I see Buffy is jump her bones, but somehow I’ve restrained myself. What the hell am I waiting for anyway? She’s been willing every single time I’ve seen her. When we talk on the phone, I can be more myself and talk nasty to her like I want to. We flirt like hell. And boy, do I get off when we’re on the phone. Her voice is so hot that it makes me wet just listening to it. I think I’m nearing the 50-mark on the “O” count just from our phone sex.
This is the longest I’ve held out for anyone. It’s a miracle we haven’t gone beyond kissing after that hot first date we had. It’s torturing me. I know it’s me that’s holding back and it’s beginning to hurt deep in my chest (or was it lower?). Not being able to touch her and taste her like I want to is driving me crazy. Can you blame me for wanting to make it last? If I cross that line, would I ever come back for more? That’s what I’m most afraid of.
The more I got to know her, the more I got to thinkin’ that she deserves better than a badass like me. I’m just gonna end up hurting her when it’s all over. When I’ve thoroughly fucked her physically and emotionally. I planned to break it off before it got any deeper. I’ve slowly been trying to wean her from me and let her get used to me not being around. I’ve been an asshole and haven’t returned her calls. I miss our nightly calls. It started to become a ritual for me; I found myself hurrying home from patrol, just so I could be there by midnight and talk to her before she went to bed.
Shoot, she doesn’t even know that I’m a Slayer and what that even means. To me, it means short life span. So why bother dragging her into it? She’s a sweet girl and I don’t belong with a girl like her. I know she’s a stripper and all but she’s like no stripper I’ve ever met. There’s more to her than that and I don’t think she even realizes her true potential. There’s just something about her that pulls me in like a magnet.
Since I no longer had a “curfew,” I’ve been staying out most of the night and taking out my frustration on every frickin’ vampire and demon I ran into. Trouble with that though, is the slaying hornies that follow. Fuck, I can’t even pick up anyone for a one-nighter without feeling like I’m cheating. It’s not like we made any promises to each other or vowed faithfulness.
It just feels wrong to be with anyone else but her. I haven’t seen her or really talked to her in over two weeks and I miss her like a fuckin’ lost puppy. I’ve been moody as hell not being able to satisfy my body’s needs.
I’m like a ticking time bomb about ready to explode. The solo act is just not cutting it anymore and I’m a goddamn MASTER in that department. I can please myself better than anyone. It’s just. . .I like to do the pleasing too. It’s a mad turn on when I get them all squirming and screaming. Fuck, it’s even better than having it done to me.
Oh hell, who am I trying to fool? I ain’t a saint or nun; I’m want-take-have girl. And I definitely want B, no doubt about that, more so than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I’m just gonna have to take her like I shoulda done in the first place, forget about having self-control. Heck, she’s been wanting it, too. I can tell by the way she looks at me and checks me out all the time.
No sense in denying her, right?
It’ll be her very first time with a girl and I want to make it something she’ll never forget. Cuz you know, once you’ve driven automatic, is there ever a reason to go back to driving stick?
Okay, I admit, I have.
I tend to go back and forth between the two, whatever’s currently available on the menu. I’m just horny like that. In truth, I do have more of a tendency towards tacos versus burritos, if you know what I mean. They’re just damn tastier and easier to eat without that annoying gag reflex to worry about.
I think I might have the perfect plan to make the night special. Watch out B, here comes the real me. Hey hey, I’m feeling wetter… I mean better already.
Author: Lynio (lynio@yahoo.com)
Summary: Sequel to “Solo Dance.” AU with Faith as the Slayer. Will Faith become the “First” for Buffy the Private Dancer? You know it!
Rating: NC-17 (Contains graphic depiction of girl-on-girl action)
Pairing: F/B Reference to B/A (Angel is not a vampire)
Cameo: Riley works at the strip club.
Dedication: Electra, for being the first one to feature my fics on their website and for all the “happy” times you’ve given me through your fics. Thanks girl_friend!! ;)
Beta: Val, my mentor.
Disclaimer: All characters don’t belong to me. You know who owns them. I’m just borrowing and taking them out for some fun.
Chapter 2
Faith’s POV
Damn, this relationship stuff is really getting to me. Well, if you can call what B and I have, a relationship. It’s the closest I’ve had to being in one, anyway. I told ya I wasn’t good at this. All I want to do when I see Buffy is jump her bones, but somehow I’ve restrained myself. What the hell am I waiting for anyway? She’s been willing every single time I’ve seen her. When we talk on the phone, I can be more myself and talk nasty to her like I want to. We flirt like hell. And boy, do I get off when we’re on the phone. Her voice is so hot that it makes me wet just listening to it. I think I’m nearing the 50-mark on the “O” count just from our phone sex.
This is the longest I’ve held out for anyone. It’s a miracle we haven’t gone beyond kissing after that hot first date we had. It’s torturing me. I know it’s me that’s holding back and it’s beginning to hurt deep in my chest (or was it lower?). Not being able to touch her and taste her like I want to is driving me crazy. Can you blame me for wanting to make it last? If I cross that line, would I ever come back for more? That’s what I’m most afraid of.
The more I got to know her, the more I got to thinkin’ that she deserves better than a badass like me. I’m just gonna end up hurting her when it’s all over. When I’ve thoroughly fucked her physically and emotionally. I planned to break it off before it got any deeper. I’ve slowly been trying to wean her from me and let her get used to me not being around. I’ve been an asshole and haven’t returned her calls. I miss our nightly calls. It started to become a ritual for me; I found myself hurrying home from patrol, just so I could be there by midnight and talk to her before she went to bed.
Shoot, she doesn’t even know that I’m a Slayer and what that even means. To me, it means short life span. So why bother dragging her into it? She’s a sweet girl and I don’t belong with a girl like her. I know she’s a stripper and all but she’s like no stripper I’ve ever met. There’s more to her than that and I don’t think she even realizes her true potential. There’s just something about her that pulls me in like a magnet.
Since I no longer had a “curfew,” I’ve been staying out most of the night and taking out my frustration on every frickin’ vampire and demon I ran into. Trouble with that though, is the slaying hornies that follow. Fuck, I can’t even pick up anyone for a one-nighter without feeling like I’m cheating. It’s not like we made any promises to each other or vowed faithfulness.
It just feels wrong to be with anyone else but her. I haven’t seen her or really talked to her in over two weeks and I miss her like a fuckin’ lost puppy. I’ve been moody as hell not being able to satisfy my body’s needs.
I’m like a ticking time bomb about ready to explode. The solo act is just not cutting it anymore and I’m a goddamn MASTER in that department. I can please myself better than anyone. It’s just. . .I like to do the pleasing too. It’s a mad turn on when I get them all squirming and screaming. Fuck, it’s even better than having it done to me.
Oh hell, who am I trying to fool? I ain’t a saint or nun; I’m want-take-have girl. And I definitely want B, no doubt about that, more so than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I’m just gonna have to take her like I shoulda done in the first place, forget about having self-control. Heck, she’s been wanting it, too. I can tell by the way she looks at me and checks me out all the time.
No sense in denying her, right?
It’ll be her very first time with a girl and I want to make it something she’ll never forget. Cuz you know, once you’ve driven automatic, is there ever a reason to go back to driving stick?
Okay, I admit, I have.
I tend to go back and forth between the two, whatever’s currently available on the menu. I’m just horny like that. In truth, I do have more of a tendency towards tacos versus burritos, if you know what I mean. They’re just damn tastier and easier to eat without that annoying gag reflex to worry about.
I think I might have the perfect plan to make the night special. Watch out B, here comes the real me. Hey hey, I’m feeling wetter… I mean better already.