The Slayer

 

The Slayer

By Norwalker

Part 27 of a multipart story.

Summary: What if Faith came first? If she were the slayer before Buffy( if Buffy even became a slayer)? Just my take on what might have happened. AU, of course.

Pairings: Not sure yet. You might be surprised.

Rating: M( R )

Disclaimer: Characters depicted in this story, except for original characters created by the author, are the sole property of Mutant Enemy, Fox and Joss Whedon.

 

1

 

 

Cordelia Chase is feeling much better.

Pulling her car up to the gate, she stops, setting the brake. She's humming a little tune to herself; always a sign that things are looking up.

She's been shopping; that's obvious from the packages strewn over the back seat. She looks at them, and smiles.

Hey, I've been through hell today. I deserve some goodness here!

She reaches for her purse, and opens it. She digs around, looking for her remote control for the gates. When it doesn't show up immediately, she makes an impatient noise, and digs further. It takes about 3 minutes of assiduous searching to realize she doesn't have it.

It's then she remembers she left it in the small clutch purse she had Saturday night. She was in such a hurry this morning, and so anxious about what would happen, she forgot to transfer it over.

"God, Cordelia, could you be more of a tard?"

Grumbling, she sets the parking brake, cuts the engine, and hops out of the car.

She walks to a small speaker phone by the gate, and presses a button. The sound of a phone ringing can be heard.

"Yes?" A tinny voice comes over the speaker.

"It's Cordelia. Open the gate."

"I'm sorry, but Miss Cordelia isn't home. Would you like to leave a message for her?"

"No, THIS is Cordelia, Arthur. I'm at the front gate! I forgot my remote. Can you buzz me in, please?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Cordelia. Of course. We've had a bit of excitement here, and we're all rather rattled."

"Excitement? What? Did Mrs. French's soufflé fall again?" Cordelia teases.

"Hardly, Miss Cordelia," Arthur's tone is somewhat haughty and slightly offended. "It seems Mr. Chases' houseguest… Miss Summers?… caught an intruder on the grounds, and we're just trying to decide what to do …"

"I'm sorry, did you say, intruder? Buffy caught an intruder?" Cordelia looks confused.  Buffy? That little bit of nothing? Never mind she's supposed to be in school and what the hell is she doing here, but really? Who did she catch? Some 5 year old kid?

"Yes, rather. It seems the young woman Miss Summers caught was having some sort of fit on the lawn. She attempted to help her up, but there was a scuffle, and Miss Summers managed to subdue her, but we had to tie her up… for our safety. No telling what she would do…"

Cordelia shakes her head. Buffy took on a full sized person? Must be stronger than she looks.

"Well, why didn't you call the police?"

"That's what I wanted to do. But …"

"But?"

"Well, the strange thing is, the young woman… the intruder… insists she knows you…"

"Excuse me? She knows me? Why didn't she just come to the gate?"

"She wasn't exactly clear about that. Frankly, she looks a bit… dazed. And dirty to boot. Probably some kind of homeless person. Personally, I still think we should call the police, despite her claiming to know you…"

Cordelia sighs. God, this is the last thing I need today. Still, with dad away in L.A. I suppose I gotta deal with it.

"Wait until I get there. Then we'll decide what to do."

"Very good, Miss Cordelia," A very relieved sounding Arthur replies.

"Ok, so, buzz me in?"

"Of course, Miss."

There's a loud buzz at the gate, and the gate slowly begins to open up.  Cordelia goes to her car, and starting it up, drives through before it begins to close again.

God, will this day never end?  She grumbles as she drives up to the house.

 

2

 

Cordelia is just putting her key in the lock when the door swings wide.

"Ah, Miss Cordelia, glad you're here," Arthur says, stepping back. "We're all quite in a state about the intruder."

"So I see…" Cordelia notes Arthur's tie is loose, and she can smell alcohol on his breath. "Can I get some help here?" She indicates the packages she's carrying.

"Yes, of course, Miss." Arthur, slightly buzzed, relieves Cordelia of the majority of her burden. " Again, sorry. We're just not used to the level of … anxiety brought on by this … ruffian."

"Ruffian?" Cordelia smirks. "Isn't that kinda harsh?"

"Well, Miss Summers swears that this… young woman took a swing at her when she was trying to help her up…"

Yeah, I bet she was helping her up. I'm thinking, with her foot. I think I like this girl already.

"So, where is she?" Cordelia, following Arthur, asks.

"We put her in your father's study…"

"What? Dad isn't going to like that…"

"Well, it was the only room we could lock her into…"

"I thought you said you tied her up…"

"We did, Miss. But… well, I mustn't have tied them tight enough. She got loose once. If not for Miss Summers, I fear she would've attacked us all…"

"I'm sorry? What? What about  Miss… er… Buffy?"

"Well, as I said, the miscreant got loose. She was quite upset being tied up, and if not for Miss Summers' bold actions, I fear she would've been quite violent upon me and Mrs. French." Arthur shudders.

"What did she do, exactly?"

"Well, we had her in the kitchen, and when… this creature got loose, Miss Summers  snuck up behind her, and whacked her with a pan. Quite brave of her, I must say."

Cordelia rolls her eyes. Well, that figures.

"So, after that, you tied her up again, then dumped her in my father's study? There are a lot of antique weapons in there… did you happen to think of that?"

"Well, Miss Summers tied her quite tightly. I'm sure she's still bound up…" Arthur looks uncertain.

"But you don't know …?" Cordelia arches a brow.

"Well… no… that's why I think we should call the police…"

"But you said this… person… said she knew me?"

"Yes, ma'am. She was quite insistent on that point."

Cordelia pauses a moment. Then she walks over  and picks up a rather ornate, heavy looking vase. She hefts it, and nods.

"Ms. Cordelia, that's a rather rare M'ing Dynasty vase… it's worth well over 10,000 dollars." Arthur blanches.

"Yeah, well, daddy'll just have to get a new one. I figure my life is worth more than that…"

Arthur goes over, and picks up a 2 foot statuette. He brings it over to her.

"This is just as heavy, and costs only a fraction of that…vase…" Arthur exchanges the pieces.

After Cordelia makes a rather disgusted noise, she walks down the hall leading to her father's study. When she realizes she's alone, she turns and glares at Arthur.

"Well?"

"Ummm… Miss Summers is already there, standing guard."

Yeah, I bet she is… well, so much for big, strong male protectors…

"I guess you should go and stay with Mrs. French in the kitchen…"

Arthur, looking terribly relieved, turns to go.

"Oh, and Arthur?"

"Yes, Miss Cordelia?"

"You might want to find something heavy … in case she gets past us…"

Arthur turns a lovely shade of green, then hurries towards the kitchen.

Cordelia walks down the hall, to find Buffy leaning insolently against the door leading to Cornell's study. Her arms are once again folded across her chest.

"What's going on?"

"Caught someone on the grounds. Put her in there…" Buffy says, nodding towards the study. Her tone is a little sullen.

"In my dad's study? He'll have a Guernsey if he finds out… whoa… what happened to you?"

Buffy, frowning, reveals that one of her eyes is a lovely shade of black and blue.

"She hit me." Buffy grumbles.

"Yeah, I see that. What happened?"

"Well, I found this…bitch… lying on the ground halfway between the house and the gate. I figured she climbed over or something. Anyway, she looked like she was hurt. So, I went to help her, and boom, she punched me…" Buffy smiles tightly. "So, I hit her back…" She shrugs. "So we kinda got in a fight…" Buffy shrugs. "Man, she's tough."

Yeah, right. Like you  could take anyone in a face to face. Gimme a break.

"Yeah, so what really happened?"

"Hey, I told you what happened…"

Cordelia just crosses her arms over her chest.

"Ok, ok, maybe I didn't actually find her on the ground. But she was talking to herself, so I got weirded out and snuck up on her, and punched her lights out…"

Cordelia cocks her head.

"That's the truth. Ok, maybe she got in a lucky shot…" Buffy touches her eye." …after she escaped in the kitchen…"

Cordelia lets out an exasperated sigh.

"So, she's in there? Why didn't you call the cops?"

"Cuz, she said she knew you, was your friend… and hey… not a nark, ok?"

"My friends don't exactly go climbing over the walls. They use the front door… hey…wait a minute…is that my blouse?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah, that's my blouse. That's a Nicole Miller… and very expensive… what're you doing with it?"

"What?"

"What're you doing with my blouse? Where'd you get it? Were you in my room?"

"No… Artie got it for me. Your buddy ripped my blouse to shreds…"

"Why do you call her my buddy? I don't know her from Adam…"

"Oh, I think you do…" Buffy has a wicked smile on her face.

Cordelia suddenly gets a cold feeling in her gut.

"Gimme the key…"

"I dunno…" Buffy holds up the key, waggling it. "She's pretty dangerous, that one…"

Cordelia grabs Buffy's wrist, wrenching the key from her hand. She goes to the study.

"Don't think you should do that…"

"Faith, is that you? Are you in there?"

A grunting sound comes from behind the door. Cordelia turns on Buffy.

"you gagged her?"

" She was saying such awful things…" Buffy smirks at Cordelia. "I couldn't listen to it anymore…" Her smirk widens. "Poor Artie was gonna have a coronary…"

"You lousy bitch… " Cordelia goes over, and grabs Buffy by the blouse.

"Hey, back off!" Buffy shoves her away. "you might rip your blouse."

Cordelia glares at her, then turns to the door. Using the key, she opens it.

Sitting in the chair normally behind the desk, is Faith. She's tied securely, and gagged. She looks at Cordelia, her eyes wide and angry.

"Oh… Faith… honey… I didn't… oh god…"  Cordelia rushes over to untie her. "Are you ok?"

"Gmm  a fuu otta isss!"

"Shhh… it's ok, I'm here now…" Cordelia, first thing, loosens Faith's gag.

"Oh, fuck… that's better…" Faith gasps out. "Where is she…?" She starts to strain against her bonds. "I'm going to rip her skanky blond ass to shreds…"

"Faith, calm down… " Cordelia is slowly untying the knots Buffy tied. God, she tied these things tight. "She's my father's guest, and she thought you were an intruder…"

"My ass she did. I came here, looking for you, and she … snuck up on me and sucker punched me…"

"Yeah, she tried to say you attacked her first," Cordelia works on the knots without much success. "Damn, she tied these tight!"

"That's a load. I didn't get a chance to hit her… not really. Before I knew what was happening, her fist hit my face, and boom, I'm out…" Faith slumps in her bonds. "Must be getting old, letting a little squirt like that get me…"

"That little… " Cordelia turns, furious and rushes to the doorway. But Buffy is long gone. "I'm gonna kill that little…"

"Cor? COR! Just get me untied, ok?"

"Huh? Oh… yeah… sorry…" Cordelia comes over, and kneels beside Faith. "This might take awhile…" She starts to fumble with the knots.

"Cor? In my boot… there's a knife…"

"You carry a knife in your boot?" Cordelia looks a little put off. "Why?"

"You never know what you're gonna meet up with, Cor. Not when you do what I do…"

"But I thought you…" She holds her hand like she's holding  a stake. " you know… stake 'em" She reaches down, and extracts a wicked looking knife from Faith's boot. "Ugh" She holds it gingerly between thumb and forefinger.

"Yeah, well… that's great for the pointy tooth crowd, but some demon's got some pretty tough hide…" She looks at Cordelia impatiently. "And stakes don't cut ropes too good."

Cordelia looks a little scared of the knife, but brings it into play, cutting through the ropes. Once free, Faith flexes, and stands up, pacing a little. "God, that bitch really cut off my circulation. Who the hell is she?" She shakes out her hands and arms.

"I dunno… guest of my dad… her and her mother… I'm thinking, this is another reason not to like her…" As if I needed another…

"Your father…" Faith's tone is slightly flat.

"Yeah… her mom is some old school friend of my dad's. When she got a divorce from her husband, my dad invited her up here…" Cordelia notices Faith's expression. "Why? What's wrong?"

Faith closes up quicker than a threatened clam. "Nothing. Just… you're dad has weird friends…"

"Faith… they said they found you wandering around on the grounds. Why didn't you come in through the main gate?"

"Well, I tried that… but no one was answering… so I kinda hopped the fence. Sorry, didn't realize that was get-my ass-jumped offense," Faith shrugs.

"But Arthur told me Buffy found you face down on the ground, having a fit…"

"What? That's a load of crap. I was just looking around, when Boom…"

"Why were you here, though? I mean, you coulda seen me at school…"

"What? Don't you want me to come by or … I missed you, you know? And I heard you left school…" Faith goes over and puts her arm aroundCordelia's shoulders. "I thought maybe … you were having a bad time of it… came by to make sure you were ok…"

"Oh… ok…" Cordelia breaks away, going towards the  ropes. "Better clean this up before my dad gets home. He'd have a fit…"

She's lying… she was already gone before I left… Cordelia picks up the ropes, stashing them in the trashcan.

"Is everything ok?" Faith comes over to her. She senses Cordelia's mood.

"Hmmm? Oh yeah, fine," Cordelia smiles brightly… except for her eyes.

"Oh… well, that's great. Good to hear…" Faith feels very freaked. What if she's … no, no, that's nuts… "You know, maybe I should just go. I don't want your dad to … well, come home and think I'm some kind a nut. I mean… we being … you know…" She bites her lip. "A couple and all now…"

Cordelia suddenly feels stupid for even suspecting anything of Faith. She turns, smiling. A real smile, capturing the softness in her eyes.

"Do you really gotta? I … well, ok, I admit, I kinda bought you something… and I wanted to give it to you…"

"Really?" Faith grins, suddenly feeling incredibly stupid for thinking Cordelia might be part of whatever her father is up to. "You bought me something? Cool." She walks over to Cordelia, and circles her arms around her waist. "So, where is it?" She starts feeling up Cordelia, as if searching her.

Cordelia giggles.

"Silly girl, it's not there… or there… or… oh my…yeah there…" She melts into Faith's arms, and the kiss that comes with them.

The two women, very intense, both stressed to a breaking point, cling to each other. Their kiss is passionate and long, tongues sliding playfully, then more seriously, into each other's mouth.

"God, I missed ya, babe," Faith says breathily, when the kiss breaks. She reaches down, and squeezes Cordelia's ass.

"Me, or my ass?" Cordelia giggles, and returns the compliment.

"Mmmm… tough question," Faith murmurs, her lips on Cordelia's neck. "I'm thinking… both…"  Her hands rub over Cordelia's soft, round butt. "So, where's my present?"

"Greedy guts," Cordelia pants. "I don't got it here. It's up in my room…" Her hands move around, sliding up under Faith's t-shirt. "Want it now?" She murmurs, licking the side of Faith's neck.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Cordelia Chase?" Faith nibbles on her ear.

"Hmmm? Oh yeah, you bet I am, " Cordelia brings her hand up, cupping Faith's breast. "Is it working?"

"Uhhh… yeah…"

"Good…" Cordelia moans softly as Faith's hands slip under her skirt. "Maybe we should go to my room now…"

"Yeah, think so… or I'm ripping the clothes off you down here…"

Cordelia suddenly shivers in her arms.

"What? Something wrong?" Faith asks, realizing the shiver isn't from her excitement.

"Never here… we … never here… c'mon…" Cordelia grabs Faith's hand.

They exit the study, Cordelia locking it after them.

As Cordelia pulls her towards the stairway, Faith briefly glances back at the study. There's a worried look on her face.

What was that about?

 

3

 

 

 

Unbeknownst to the girls, another pair of eyes is watching them.

Down the hall, peeking around a corner, Buffy watches as Cordelia leads Faith upstairs. She makes a disgusted sound.

God, would you look at the two of them? Can't even keep their hands off each other., I bet they're going to her room right now to have sex. Gross!

Still, being young and hormone ridden, the image of Cordelia and Faith kissing and rubbing each other plays through Buffy's mind. Despite her apparent disgust, she feels a tingling down below, and her nipples seem to tighten in her bra.

Damn, that's just perverted. Gotta think of something else…

Buffy feels an ache in her eye, and touches it. God, that girl hits hard. Too damned hard, if you want to know the truth… a sudden thought occurs to her. You don't suppose… naw, no way. There's no way she could be… she feels another ache around her eye, and frowns… still, she hits pretty hard… too hard… maybe I should follow the horn ball twins. I mean… what if she IS  the demon, and she's put Cordelia under some kind of spell?… Yeah, I could believe that… that cheerleader is totally an airhead… but why? What would she want from Cordelia? Not like…

Buffy finds herself making her way towards the staircase.

This is dumb. Really dumb. Still… I can't take chances. And if that is the changeling demon, I gotta kill her… it… I mean, that's my sacred duty, right?

She starts up the stairs.

But what if they're just… ewww… Buffy shudders… but not entirely from being grossed out… I mean, if I just break in and they're like naked… ok, double Ewww… Another shudder, and a tingle…  So, what am I gonna do then?

She stops, stymied. She can't just break in on them. That wouldn't only be wrong, but gross!  But, if Faith is the evil demon, who knows what she's really doing with Cordelia. And I'm the slayer, right? My sacred duty to protect the innocent… even if they're air headed, incredibly stupid cheerleading sluts! God, I hate my job sometimes… so what to do?

And then a smile comes over her face.

Well, duh! My bedrooms next to Cordelia's. I'll just listen in… and if nothing but sex is going on, I'll leave… Again,  she feels a tingle, shudder, and another tingle. …before I want to barf… and if that dark haired bitch is some kinda demon…

Buffy smiles evilly. She has plenty of sharp, pointy weapons to take care of that possibility, too.

Almost gloating, she trots up the stairs.

 

 

4

 

 

"Shhh!"

Willow pops her head up over the base of the Statue of Richard Wilkins , founder of Sunnydale. Though the fading sun has made the shadows crisscrossing the plaza square hard to see through, still she watches intently as a shadowy figure makes its way across towards the City Administration Building.

Xander, crouched beside her, looks at her with some dread. God, what's she going to get us into now? Why did we have to interrupt a perfectly fine make out session outside the Bronze to do this? I swear, if I live to be 100, I'll never figure her out…

"What's going on? Where is he?" Xander stage whispers to Willow.

"He's crossing the plaza, heading towards City hall.  Where's he going? What's he up to?"

"Maybe it's none of our business," Xander puts in hopefully. "Maybe he has some business he has to take care of…"

Willow looks at Xander with some mild disdain. "Xander, he's a vampire. Exactly what business would he have with City hall? No, he's up to something, and it's our job to find out what!"

"How do you figure that? Maybe it would be best if we …"

"What?" Willow turns to look at him. "Go home?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, what're we following Angel for anyway? He's on our side. He's probably just… I dunno… meeting someone here…"

"Yeah, well, if so, I wanna find out who…" Willow says, looking back towards the city building. "Darn it! I lost him… c'mon."

She moves out from behind the statue and heads towards the building across the plaza. She stops when she realizes she's moving alone.

"Xander! C'mon, we don't have all day!"

"No!" Xander stands his ground.

"What?"

"I said no, Will. This is stupid. We're following Angel for no good reason just because… well, let's face it, Willow, you're nosy. You gotta know everything everyone's doing!"

"That's so not true, Xander Harris!" Willow hisses at him. "I told you, everyone's acting weird. Something's going on, and I want to know what! We're part of this too, whether or not Miss- I'm the Slayer and I don't need any help and you just get in the way so stay out of it- likes it, we deserve to be kept in the loop!"

"And following after Angel like a couple of bumbling detectives is gonna help … how?"

"Hey, I'm not a bumbling detective, and neither are you! We're… well, we're experienced field operatives in the war on the dark and all that stuff … and I figure, if we follow Angel, and he gets in trouble again and we get him out of it, he'll be so grateful that he'll tell us everything, you know?"

"Uhhh… yeah, that's going to happen…"

"Well, it could…" Willow says petulantly.

"And we could just get killed, too, you know…"

"He's getting away. I'm going to lose him!" Willow starts away. "Fine, you want to stay behind, that's just fine. I'll go myself." She slips across the plaza, fading into the darkness.

Xander stubbornly stays where he is, watching her go.

Fine, just fine. Be an idiot. I'm not going to follow after you just because you're on one of your… things… again. No sir, I'm staying right here safe and sound…

He realizes he can no longer see her. He imagines her getting attacked by some demon or vampire. He imagines finding her, drained of life, accusatory look on her dead face.  He imagines life without her.

He starts running after her, cursing at her and himself.

Darn it. If she gets us killed, I swear, I'm so never talking to her again!

 

4

 

Angel walked quietly across the deserted lobby, watching for any movement. Being in this place gave him the same feeling as being near the opening to the Hellmouth. He could feel a strong sense of evil pervading the air.

"Yeah, but at least the bureaucracy in hell doesn't have so much paperwork," He mutters, joking to calm his nerves. Something was very wrong with this building.

Maybe because it sits on top of a Hellmouth? You think?

He makes his way towards the stairs, and starts down them, heading for the basement. Slipping through the access door, he makes his way quietly downstairs.

"This way… I think I saw him go this way."

Willow is in front, crossing the lobby. Xander follows along behind, somewhat less enthusiastically.

"Could you be a little more quiet? I really don't want to explain why I'm breaking into a government building…" Xander looks around nervously. "Where'd you learn to do that, anyway?"

"There's more on the Internet that just porn and games, Xander, "Willow moves quietly towards the elevators.

"Don't ruin it for me, Will, " Xander says, catching up to her. He looks around. "So, where now?"

Willow looks at the indicators over the elevator doors. "Didn't take an elevator. No way to know…"

"Will…"

"Shhh… Xander, let me think. Where would he go? There's gotta be some clue as to where he was headed…"

"Will…"

"Xander, please! I'm trying to think!"

"Will! That door… leading to the basement… it's open…" Xander points at the door by the elevators.

Willow goes to the open door, looking a little bewildered. Also, a little irritated. She didn't want to admit that Xander might have beaten her in the sleuth game.

"Why would he go to the basement? Doesn't make any sense…"

"Why would he come here at all?" Xander gestures. "Maybe he likes the view…"

"There's no view…" Willow gets the barb, and flushes. "Let's just go, ok?" She heads through the door.

"I'm with you…"

The door closes behind them, and suddenly the pair are plunged into darkness.

"Willow!"

"Xander!"

"Where are you…?"

"Right here…"

Xander feels a hand take his, and something pushed into his hand. He holds it up, feeling a switch. Suddenly, there is light… right in his eyes.

"HEY!" He almost drops the penlight. "Where'd you get this?" He smiles, waving it around the room.

"This way…" Willow starts across the small room towards the stairs. "I had that in my purse…"

Xander follows her, still waving the small flashlight around. "Cool…" He frowns a little. "What else you got in that purse?"

"These days? You'd be surprised," Willow says, archly. " I think he went down this way…" She points with her flashlight down the stairs.

Xander's eyes follow the beam, which is swallowed up by the darkness below.

"I'm not liking this Will," He says, gulping.

"You don't like anything, Xander," Willow says, sounding a little tired.

"That's not true. I like kissing. I'm very fond of smooching."

Xander feels an arm slide around his neck, and he almost drops his flashlight when a soft pair of lips meets his.

"There, better?" Willow says, her tone mischievous.

"Much, thank you."

"Good, then let's go. We're going to lose him if we don't hurry." Willow starts down the stairs.

Xander watches her go, and finds himself following, despite his reluctance.

God, I'd follow her anywhere¸ he grumbles, starting down the stairs.

I hate that she knows that, too!

 

5

 

 

"Ow"

"Stop being a baby!"

Faith is sitting on Cordelia's bed as Cordelia plays Florence Nightingale, hovering over her with antiseptic and a cold pack. She presses the cold pack against Faith's face.

"You don't want it to swell up, do you?" She asks, pulling the pack away to look at the eye. "I don't think this is going to help much." She shakes her head. She puts the cold pack and antiseptic down on the nightstand.

"I'm fine Cordelia," Faith touches her eye, and winces. "Anyway, slayer healing here. It'll fade away soon enough."

"I dunno… looks pretty bad…" she pokes around the bruise on Faith's cheek, causing a wince. "Sorry."

"I'm fine," Faith insists. "Anyway, I don't know why I had to remove my t-shirt…"

"You didn't want me to get goop on it, did you?"

"Ok, but that doesn't explain why you had to take off your  blouse…" Faith grins, staring at Cordelia's uncovered chest. "Or your bra, for that matter…"

"You don't, huh?" Cordelia grins impishly. " Boy, she really did hit you hard…"

She pushes Faith back on the bed, and leaning over her, gives her a warm, inviting kiss.

Faith's arms snake around Cordelia, and move around at will as the kiss deepens.

"Mmmm… that was nice, "Cordelia murmurs, licking her own lips. She presses herself against Faith. Another, hotter kiss ensues.

Faith grabs her, and rolls her over, climbing on top of the taller, sensual brunette.  She begins to rub against her as her tongue forces it's way into Cordelia's mouth.

Cordelia sucks it in like a lollipop, sucking on it eagerly. The kiss breaks, with each staring into the other's eyes.

"You like it, don't you?" Cordelia smiles at Faith, rubbing her hands over her back. " Being on top?"

"Oh yeah," Faith agrees. She pushes up, and brings her hands down… on Cordelia's breasts. She starts to play with them like favorite toys.

"Oh god, me too…" Cordelia moans softly, Faith's hands causing nasty little fires to light inside her core. She lays back and enjoys it as Faith makes the little streams of tingles become torrents of desire.  Wriggling her hips a little, she leans over, using her tongue to trail from Cordelia's navel to her neck.

Cordelia shivers under her in delight, letting out a little squeal. She slips her arms around Faith's neck as Faith begins to bite on her neck.

"Mmmm… so nice… " Cordelia murmurs behind bedroom eyes. She pulls Faith closer. "Mmmm…"

Faith slithers her tongue over Cordelia's long, shapely neck. Her hands reach up, pinning Cordelia's arms to the bed as she slowly lowers herself down, kissing against the soft skin of Cordelia's upper chest.

"Oh, god that feels… wonderful…" Cordelia sighs. "But we gotta stop…"

"Don't wanna…" Faith murmurs against Cordelia's chest, slowly kissing her way down.

"Stop… Faith, please…"

"Ummm… let me think about it… ok, No."

Cordelia struggles under Faith, trying to break her grip.

"Not kidding now, Faith. Please stop!"

Faith looks up, and seeing Cordelia's expression, pulls back.

"What's with you? Aren't you liking it?"

Cordelia looks down at her erect, straining nipples, and feels her ragged breath in her chest.

"How can you even ask?" Cordelia pants softly, looking at the sexy woman towering over her. "But l… I bought you a present, and I wanna give it to you."

Faith looks lustily at Cordelia's heaving chest, and she shakes her head.

"Can't it wait?" She leans over to take one of Cordelia's breasts in her mouth. She does, eliciting a deep moan from Cordelia.

"Oh… god… " Cordelia groans, feeling her blood begin to simmer. "Please, baby… stop… I need to …oh gosh that feels sooo good… need to give you… make it better… stop, please…" She manages to free her arms, pushing Faith away.

Faith looks at her like she's crazy.

"God, tell me, Cor. Exactly what's going to make it…" She reaches, tweaking one of Cordelia's nipples hard,"… better?"

"Just trust me, and let me up…" Cordelia struggles to sit up.

Faith grins, and lays down on top of Cordelia, recapturing her arms. She's face to face with Cordelia, her lips pouted out as she stares her in the eyes.

"And, if I don't want to?" She says softly.

Cordelia feels the warmth and weight of Faith's body on hers, and feels her breath on her face. She feels just a little woozy, and her excitement grows as the seconds pass by. She doesn't answer for awhile, just drinking in Faith.

"I guess," She pants softly, her every nerve tingling, "I just can't give you your presents…" She licks her lips, which have gone dry.

"Hmmmm…" Faith's lips almost caress against Cordelia's, and her body moves flesh against flesh  against her. Her lips drop even closer, touching softly against Cordelia's "I'll just have to…" She suddenly rolls off Cordelia, laying on her back next to her, "… let you up." She laughs softly.

Cordelia almost cries out, the transition is so sudden, she feels a strong sense of loss. She almost pulls Faith back on top of her, needing the feel of her on her skin. Instead, panting heavily, she sits up.

"You're incredibly nasty, you know that, right?" She complains, swinging her long legs off the bed. "I'm thinking I don't want to give you your present now, anyway." She stands by the side of the bed, back to Faith.

Faith leans up on her arms, and the heated ball of fire in her loins grows hotter. She absorbs the long sensual line of Cordelia's body, how it curves perfectly from shoulder to waist to hip. The transition of her silky soft skin of her naked back to her skirt which frames her hips half down her thighs. Her sensual, long shapely legs encased in dark hose ending in heels. The long waterfall of her hair over her naked back, the hair slightly waved and cascading over her shoulders. The sight is framed by light, and it teases and pleases her enormously.

She almost slithers over the satin bedspread to Cordelia, reaching out and stroking her thigh with a finger.

Cordelia starts and almost moves away, but stands still, enjoying the tingles Faith's finger evokes.

"C'mon, babe," Faith coos softly, stroking her thigh. "Don't be that way. Gimme my present." She slips her finger up Cordelia's thigh, reaching up underneath the skirt.

Cordelia gasps, then spreads her legs just a shade farther apart. "I dunno… you're so mean to me…" Her breathing grows shallower.

"Oh, but I can be real sweet, baby," Faith slips her fingers under the top of Cordelia's stocking, sliding it back and forth. She can feel the heat emanating from between Cordelia's thighs.

Cordelia shivers in a sudden rush of warm flushing lust. She suddenly closes her thighs, trapping Faith's hands between them. Her voice is low and throaty.

"Maybe nice first, then your gifts…" Cordelia rubs her thighs against Faith's hand.

"Nuh-uh," Faith mumbles softly, rubbing her trapped hand against Cordelia's core as her other hand swats her across her shapely behind. "I want my present now."

Cordelia growls softly, and looks over her shoulder down on the mischievous brunette.

"'K" she murmurs softly, parting her thighs just enough so Faith can slip her hand from between. She then slowly, with a rolling sway to her hips, walks towards the bag sitting on the floor. She bends over, thrusting her bottom out, giving Faith a very nice view.  She picks up the bag, and still not turning, walks to her private bathroom. "be back ".  She enters, using her hip to close the door behind her.

Faith leans back on the bed, a small smirk on her face.

"Someone's bottom really needs to be warmed up"

 

6

 

"Oh my god…"

Buffy is squatted down by Cordelia's door, peering through the key hole.

She tried listening to the two of them from her own bedroom, but she couldn't hear anything of any real importance. So, she went to her door, and seeing no one in the hallway, snuck over to Cordelia's door. She pressed her ear against the door, and could hear little giggles, moans and groans, but she wanted more. So, squatting down by the doorknob, she started peering in.

She has to move around somewhat to get a good view, pressing herself as quietly as she could up against the door and leaning on one hand to steady herself. She finally sees the two  of them across the room, on the bed.

What she sees surprised her.

She expects to be disgusted. She expects to be shocked. She expects to want to puke.

Instead, she is incredibly turned on.

No, no, no. Not turned on. No. Just curious. I mean, how do they even…? She continues to stare through the keyhole.  Oh my god, she's… ok, that's just wrong… ok, enough. I've seen enough…

Somehow, she doesn't move away. She keeps on looking. And looking.

Worse, she has that old familiar feeling between her thighs… a strong quiver and tingle followed by heat and dampness. A lot of dampness.

Oh, fuck me! I'm a sicko. I'm getting turned on by this sick …  she stops, staring into the bedroom. Gotta admit, she's got nice boobs… oh for god's sake, what's wrong with me?

She feels a little short of breath, and her own nipples were straining against the lace of her bra, just making things worse. A soft whimper escapes her throat before she can stop herself.

Shut UP! I don't want to get caught peeping… geeze, that would be… oh … she stares as she hears a low moan from Cordelia.  God, I gotta get up, get up and go. Go to my room… anywhere but here…

She doesn't move. The only thing that moves is her hand, and that only moves over her thigh and between her legs, where she unconsciously begins to rub herself outside her jeans.

What… why is she getting up? What's she … oh my god…she's… oh …god, look at her rub against her hand… fuck…

Buffy's hand moves faster, and she suddenly stops, looking down at herself.

What the fuck am I doing? This is… Buffy looks through the keyhole, just in time to see Cordelia enter the bathroom.

Where the heck is she going?

 

 

7

 

"What're you doing in there?" Faith calls out, impatiently.

She's been laying on the bed, staring at the bathroom door for what seems to her like hours, although it hasn't even been 10 minutes. The sight of a half naked Cordelia is not making things better; she feels a very damp heat between her thighs. She's been idly stroking her thumb over and around her areola, letting the tingles build up in her core.

"God, your so impatient," Cordelia calls back, "I won't be another second."

"Better not be, or I'll have to paddle that pretty butt of yours, "Faith growls playfully. Fuck, I might do that anyway…

"Promise?"

 

Faith looks up and sees Cordelia leaning in the doorway to the bathroom. She blinks, then looks again.

She doesn't think she's ever seen anyone sexier in her life.

It isn't the clothes she's wearing(or, lack thereof).  Cordy is wearing a simple white blouse, gauzy and sheer, but not particularly revealing. It was open down the front, revealing the only other thing she is wearing was a lacy pair of French cut panties.

Her makeup is minimal, with just a hint around the eyes and a daub of color on her lips. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail

The whole attitude of her leaning on the doorjamb, her hip thrust out just a little, combined with the simple clothes, just screamed innocence wanting to be corrupted.

Of course, the riding crop she had in one hand, and the pair of handcuffs she held in the other, may have added to the effect.

"So, Like your toys?" Cordy whipped the switch through the air, and waggled the cuffs. "Wanna play?"

She barely draws a breath before Faith is up, across the room, and is pushing her against the door jamb, pinning an arm above her head and pressing her body against her. Her eyes are glittery and black, and she stares straight into Cordelia's eyes. Cordy feels a shiver through her body.

The shiver is followed by a soft sigh as she feels Faith's lips on her neck, her teeth gently nipping at the soft skin. She wriggles a little under the pressure of Faith's body pressing against her, and her head leans up and back, her mouth opening in a soft moan.

She feels her hands relax, and hears the toys clatter to the floor as Faith's free hand somehow wedges between them, roughly sliding up and capturing her breast. Faith's fingers squeeze her nipple, and she quivers, the roughness even more exciting.

Her free hand slithers around Faith's waist, and slips quietly underneath Faith's jeans, wandering over her firm ass and clutching her butt cheek, pressing Faith even closer to her.

The rough feel of Faith's jeans against her bare pussy is heaven, pure heaven.

Sparks dance when Faith presses her moist, soft lips against hers. She eagerly opens her mouth, rewarded by Faith's dominating tongue. She caresses it  with her own, then gently sucks it lovingly deeper.

Her eyes open wide briefly as she feels a tugging, followed by a brief pain and a ripping sound, and realizes her panties have been ripped from her. She feels Faith's lightly calloused finger touch her in her most intimate place, and she melts, as the fingers caress her lovingly.

"Ahhh… Faith…" Cordelia coos, as she feels her heat rise. She pushes against Faith's fingers, hoping to feel them slip inside her.

"You’re a little slut, aren't you?" Faith whispers in her ear, her lips tickling her.

"Yes," Cordelia moans truthfully and helplessly. "I'm a slut, I'm a bad, bad slut. I should be punished…"

"Yeah, you're nasty," Faith snickers, pulling her fingers from between Cordelia's thighs and sticking them under her nose. "And just a little fragrant, too." She wrinkles her nose. Then she sticks out her tongue, licking Cordelia's liqueur off her fingers.

Cordy takes Faiths fingers in her mouth, and starts sucking on them, sucking off her distinct taste. She's become rather used to tasting herself lately, and has developed a taste for her fluid.

"Eh, eh, greedy," Faith reaches around, slapping Cordy's now naked butt rather roughly. "That's mine, thank you," She pulls her fingers out ofCordelia's warm, wet mouth.

"Weeellll…" Cordy smiles, and slides her hand over Faith's bare tummy and down her jeans. "I'd rather taste you anyway." She starts to slip her long fingers under Faith's boxers when she's stopped by her strong grip.

"Did I say you could do that?" Faith glares at her, her eyes cold.

"No… but…"

"I think someone's forgetting who's in charge here…" Faith smirks slightly. "I think someone needs a lesson…" She reaches out and grabsCordy roughly by her crotch, pulling her close. "Don't you?"

"I'm sorry…" Cordelia is outwardly contrite and a little scared, but a part of her bubbles with excitement. This is exactly what she wants.

Faith senses her excitement, and turns it up a notch. With her free hand, she grabs Cordelia's pony tail and wrapping it around her hand, pulls on it.

"OW!"

"You think this is a game, Cor?"

"No…"

"Yes, you do. You think it's a game. Something we play at…" Faith pulls on her hair again.

"I'm sorry, I… really am…" Cordelia whines, her eyes starting to water. "P-Please, d-don't be mad at me…"

Faith leans in closer, so her lips are nearly touching Cordelia's. "I'm not mad, Cor. " She sucks on Cordelia's full bottom lip. Cordelia relaxes a little, then tightens when Faith's grip on her crotch and hair tighten. "But you gotta remember who's in charge… all the time." She bites gently on Cordelia's lip, but it still brings tears to her eyes. "Who's in charge, Cor?" Her grip tightens on her crotch.

"You… You are…" Cordelia whines, her pain exalting, her fear exquisite. She feels her heart thump in her chest. Her desire mounts as her blood begins to pump faster through her body.

"I am," Faith says with conviction. "I own you. But you keep forgetting that…" She pulls on Cordelia's hair. "Why is that, Cor?"

"I… I…" Cordelia pants, the fear and desire making her short of breath. "I … don't mean to…"

"Liar," Faith growls, turning Cordelia around quickly, and swatting her hard across her buttocks. Cordelia cries out.

"I'm sorry, please…" Cordelia starts to cry softly.

Faith sighs, as if bearing the weight of the world on her shoulders. She pushes Cordelia roughly across the room towards her bed.

"You're not sorry, Cordelia. You're spoiled. Daddy gives you everything, pampers you and tells you your special, and you think you can play me like you play the girls at school. Don't you?"

"N-No!"

"Yes, you do!" Faith administers another swat across her butt. Cordelia shivers, but bites her lip to keep from crying out again.

"I love you," Cordelia's tone is desperate. "I wouldn't do…"

"Shhh!" Faith pushes her down to the floor in front of her bed, a four poster. She kneels beside Cordelia, slipping her arms around her. "I love you too, Cor." She slips her arms around the quivering girl, nuzzling her face in her neck. "That's why I have to do this. You think I only want you like the others… for what you can give me.  You think you need to buy me, for me to love you…" She kisses Cordelia gently on the cheek, rubbing her lips against it sensuously. "But that isn't it, baby, don't you see? I wanna give you something." She reaches over, rubbing her palm over Cordelia's belly.

"You do?" Cordelia is almost purring over the tenderness after the roughness. Warm, soft feelings of love suffuse her body. " What?"

"Freedom, lover," Faith says softly, stroking her back.

Cordelia looks at her questioningly.

"You don't always like being on top, do you?" Faith says gently. "You don't always like having to be on your guard, worried who's going to come at you, do you?" She lowers her voice, placing her chin on Cordelia's shoulder. "You hate it sometimes, don't you? All of it?"

Cordelia nods at her, not looking at her.

"Sometimes you want someone to take care of you, right? Make it good for you. Do the thinking, and be in charge, right?"

"Y-Yes…" Cordelia says softly.

"But you fight me, because that's how you were raised. You fight me because your daddy told you, you have to be tough all the time, or someone will take advantage of you and hurt you, right?"

"Yes," Cordelia says in a soft, little girl's voice. "It's hard, sometimes…"

"I know, I know…" Faith coos softly. "That's why I have to do this, baby. Why I have to punish you, you see? Because I need to break you love, so you can be free. So you don't have to worry all the time. So you trust me, and let me take care of you."

Cordelia turns her head, and looks directly into Faith's eyes.

Faith sees the fear mixed with desire, and how her full lip trembles. She takes consent from her look, and gets up, retrieving the cuffs and riding crop.

She quickly returns to Cordelia, and looping the cuff chain around the bedpost, locks the cuffs on Cordelia's wrists.

"Stand up," Faith says firmly.

Cordelia makes some moves to stand up, but not fast enough for Faith's liking.

"Quit stalling," Faith, her tone harsh, grabs Cordelia's hair. She pulls her up, causing a choking sob from Cordelia.

"That hurts," Cordelia whines petulantly. She's standing, facing the bedpost.

"That hurts," Faith mocks her, slapping her hand across Cordelia's ass. Cordelia jumps a little. "If you don't like it, I'll just leave…"

"NO!… no… please… I'm sorry…" She submits, body and mind. "Please, I need you…"

Faith says nothing, just smiling at the perfection before her. She moves around, taking in Cordelia's form, observing it like the work of art it is. She notes the classic lines, the perfection of her skin, soft and firm, the way each bit flows lovingly and sexily into the next.  The little mole on her left butt cheek, the star shaped birthmark on her back, are exceptions that prove the rule.

Using the riding crop like a pointer, she reaches out and touches the tip to Cordelia's shoulder. She sees the shiver in the bound girl, and her own body shivers in answer. The feeling of control and power are a heady elixir for Faith; moving the tip of the crop slowly over Cordelia's soft skin, she drinks deeply of the intoxicating draught.

The tip moves slowly over Cordelia, like a loving finger exploring her silky flesh. Across the shoulders, down the side describing the curve of her waist, and then out over the flare of her hips.  Cordelia pants and quivers as she feels the hard tip cross her thigh right below where the swell of her buttock joins her leg. She gasps when the tip slips between the crevice of her ass, and moans when slowly, slowly it draws up the crack, up and over  and up her spine. Almost unconsciously, she spreads her legs a little farther apart.

Faith moves closer, and is rewarded by the sweet musky scent of Cordelia's growing lust. Like an artist, she draws the crop back down, down, and down over her buttock, slipping it again between the crack, causing Cordelia to jump. Then the tip draws down her inner thigh, moving slowly until it describes the curve of her leg.

Cordelia feels like a huge nerve; every place the tip of the riding crop touches her sends a fire through her blood, causing her body to heat  and her breathing to become shallow and ragged. She can feel the furnace of her sweet pussy being banked, stoked by fear and anticipation. A pressure is building in her mound; she can feel the sweet juice of her love gently leaking down her thighs. Her skin seems to cry out to feel the first sting, the first jolt of the lash against her soft skin.

Somewhere deep inside her, a door opens. Something dark seems to form, something that needs to be hurt, to be abused, to gain power. It swirls deep in her, sending it's dark desires through her blood to her brain.

On some deep level of her own, Faith can sense this desire, this wantonness from Cordelia, and her body responds to it; a visceral lust born in the most primitive parts of her mind. She, like Cordelia, needs this. Wants this. Her own body feels the flush of lust course through her blood.

She smiles to herself, giving over to this need, and raises the crop, contemplating the perfection of the canvas of Cordelia. Narrowing her eyes, she raises her arm further.

Then she lashes out.

 

To be continued.