Bound To You
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Adult +
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4
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4,181
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11
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Currently Reading:
1
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A start of thanks.
Title: 'Bound to you.'
Rating: NC-17. Strong language, angst, drama all the good stuff.
Summary: Set after the Angel episode titled; Orpheus. What happens when Faith tells Buffy, after coming back to Sunnydale to fight against The First, how she captured Angelus and now the immortal and slayer hold a connection to each other, hands on?
Disclaimer: I am not, in anyway, related to Joss Whedon, Mutant Entertainment and Fox. Also, lyrics are copyrighted to the rightful owners. This is just for the sake of keeping sane after being bored and online. Hope you enjoy.
Author's Note: I'm not sure how long this could go on for in chapters, so, here's a heads up on being prepared for a lot of continuations.
Contact: Yahoo! - Buffy_Anne_Summers_The_Chosen
Also: In bold are song lyrics and pressed words. Thoughts in italic. Oh, smut to come ( In all ways of the word. ) shortly in following chapters.
Warning: This might not be for everyone. Well, you were warned. xD
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Chapter Three: A start of thanks.
Faith's POV.
Oh, just, great. Look at her, she is so pissed. She pretty much hissed your name. Filled with venom, I thought as I looked up, rather down at the petite slayer. God, she was really gorgeous. The way she scowled at me made me want to laugh in her face. Only to get my ass kicked, more than likely. One I'd like. Pain and pleasure. I'd teach the little Miss. Do-Right a few things about doing it all the bad way. Shit, where'd that come from?!
"Buffy." I decided to respond in a flat tone. Needless to say, she wasn't exactly happy about the way I addressed her. What did the little queen bee expect? I wasn't one of her worker bees buzzin' 'round the hive. It was me after all. Faith. I bow to no one. Buffy above all others should've known that by now. She was out to get me. Look for any reason to keep hating me. The tension between us was one nobody wanted to interfere with. All save; Dawn.
"Faith." It was almost said in the same snotty little catch like B did. At least I can tolerate Buffy. This little munchkin needed to shut her trap. There was something about Dawn that made you want to backhand her just so she really did have something to whine over. The little brat was interefering where she shouldn't be.
"Dawn. Nice to ya tya too, kiddo. Anyway, we all goin' to stand 'round and establish names, which has been done already, or are we goin' to get me settled in this roach motel?! Jesus, how many girls are ya packing in this tiny pad, B?" I asked aloud, glancing around at the three that came out of the kitchen, pausing when they saw me. "Is that Faith?" One whispered, before another nodded. "Yeah, I think so. The dark hair. The leather pants. Trademark. Yup, it's Faith." "Cool. She looks tougher than Buffy." "Probably is. Probably could take..." The three girls cut off when Buffy turned to glare over her shoulder. They fled like roaches. Scattering away as I laughed. "Cute kids." I crack, only to get a glare shot at me by those radiant green eyes.
Did she have any idea what she did to me?! I could feel a tingle between my legs. A growing wetness that would later need to be eased. If I got any privacy in the cluttered house. "C'mon B, whatta they..."
"Zip it Faith and don't call me, B. We aren't friends. Never were. You wouldn't allow it, remember?" Ouch, guess I deserved that. Certainly caught me off guard. Buffy had a spine again. 'Bout time. The blonde slayer had lost a spark from what I had heard of her last. Being pulled from heaven, clawing your way out of your own grave. When I heard of that happening, I wanted to butcher all of them. Red for doing the magic. Xander for not being man enough to stop Red in her tracks. Giles for not being there to stop the two idiots and they're mates. Mates?! Where the hell did that come from? Lovers. Imagine, to crawl out of your own coffin? Vampires did it, but they didn't need to breath. No chance of suffocating. They also lacked a soul. Pain and emotion about being abandoned by those who set you there in the first place didn't exist.
God, I'm still so mad over the fact that they did something so foolish. To tear them to shreds and drain them of their blood was so overwhelming to this moment. I really hated them for acting without thinking.
Pot. Kettle. Black.
Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm one to fuckin' talk. Well, looks like Buffy was about to blow up at me now. She rolled her eyes, twisted those perfectly pouty lips and told me to follow her with whatever bags I have to the room upstairs.
"All the other rooms are filled. Only place left for you is in my room." Her room? Whoa. I was sharing a room with B?! Nice one. Someone above was beaming my way. At least for the moment. I'd probably piss someone off in about a minute or two. Without a doubt, it would be the blonde goddess before me. It was just so fucking eay to do. "Surprised ya aren't making me sleep in the dog house, B." Way to take her generousity and shove it up her --- "I would. We just don't have a dog house." Quick and sarcastic. God, was she ever more beautiful?!
"I'm jus' sayin', y'know? We don't exactly bring out the best in each other. I'm sure someone else would rather bunk ---"
"No. End of story. You're staying here. Got it? Jesus, do you have to fight with me about everything? You never change, do you?" Buffy snapped, her hands on her hips. The gleam in her eyes was challenging me to dare and argue. No, way. Buffy looked as if she was out for blood. My blood. I knew when to back off.
"Gotcha. Not goin' to argue. Jus' chill and ease up. I promise to not say another word over the whole sleeping arrangements. I'm not here to make your life a living hell. Seems you got enough of tha' shit goin' down as is. Why add to it?" Settling the overnight bag to the floor that Angel allowed me to borrow, I watched her from the corner of my eye. She was staring strangely. Gave me the chills. Pleasing ones that worked themselves right between my legs, soaking up my panties. Which I was actually wearing. Black and lacey. Now they'd be stained with white cum. Oh, to have Buffy lick it up was a vivid image. One that helped get me off while being in prison. Snapping back to reality, I spoke, "Aight, spill. What's with the intense stare?" I was so afraid of the answer. It could be anything snide, rude, petty and cold.
"Thank you." So softly it was said, catching me off guard that, I laughed. Way to go Faith. It was just shocking to hear those words, out of her cupid bow lips.
( To be continued. )
Rating: NC-17. Strong language, angst, drama all the good stuff.
Summary: Set after the Angel episode titled; Orpheus. What happens when Faith tells Buffy, after coming back to Sunnydale to fight against The First, how she captured Angelus and now the immortal and slayer hold a connection to each other, hands on?
Disclaimer: I am not, in anyway, related to Joss Whedon, Mutant Entertainment and Fox. Also, lyrics are copyrighted to the rightful owners. This is just for the sake of keeping sane after being bored and online. Hope you enjoy.
Author's Note: I'm not sure how long this could go on for in chapters, so, here's a heads up on being prepared for a lot of continuations.
Contact: Yahoo! - Buffy_Anne_Summers_The_Chosen
Also: In bold are song lyrics and pressed words. Thoughts in italic. Oh, smut to come ( In all ways of the word. ) shortly in following chapters.
Warning: This might not be for everyone. Well, you were warned. xD
- - - - - -
Chapter Three: A start of thanks.
Faith's POV.
Oh, just, great. Look at her, she is so pissed. She pretty much hissed your name. Filled with venom, I thought as I looked up, rather down at the petite slayer. God, she was really gorgeous. The way she scowled at me made me want to laugh in her face. Only to get my ass kicked, more than likely. One I'd like. Pain and pleasure. I'd teach the little Miss. Do-Right a few things about doing it all the bad way. Shit, where'd that come from?!
"Buffy." I decided to respond in a flat tone. Needless to say, she wasn't exactly happy about the way I addressed her. What did the little queen bee expect? I wasn't one of her worker bees buzzin' 'round the hive. It was me after all. Faith. I bow to no one. Buffy above all others should've known that by now. She was out to get me. Look for any reason to keep hating me. The tension between us was one nobody wanted to interfere with. All save; Dawn.
"Faith." It was almost said in the same snotty little catch like B did. At least I can tolerate Buffy. This little munchkin needed to shut her trap. There was something about Dawn that made you want to backhand her just so she really did have something to whine over. The little brat was interefering where she shouldn't be.
"Dawn. Nice to ya tya too, kiddo. Anyway, we all goin' to stand 'round and establish names, which has been done already, or are we goin' to get me settled in this roach motel?! Jesus, how many girls are ya packing in this tiny pad, B?" I asked aloud, glancing around at the three that came out of the kitchen, pausing when they saw me. "Is that Faith?" One whispered, before another nodded. "Yeah, I think so. The dark hair. The leather pants. Trademark. Yup, it's Faith." "Cool. She looks tougher than Buffy." "Probably is. Probably could take..." The three girls cut off when Buffy turned to glare over her shoulder. They fled like roaches. Scattering away as I laughed. "Cute kids." I crack, only to get a glare shot at me by those radiant green eyes.
Did she have any idea what she did to me?! I could feel a tingle between my legs. A growing wetness that would later need to be eased. If I got any privacy in the cluttered house. "C'mon B, whatta they..."
"Zip it Faith and don't call me, B. We aren't friends. Never were. You wouldn't allow it, remember?" Ouch, guess I deserved that. Certainly caught me off guard. Buffy had a spine again. 'Bout time. The blonde slayer had lost a spark from what I had heard of her last. Being pulled from heaven, clawing your way out of your own grave. When I heard of that happening, I wanted to butcher all of them. Red for doing the magic. Xander for not being man enough to stop Red in her tracks. Giles for not being there to stop the two idiots and they're mates. Mates?! Where the hell did that come from? Lovers. Imagine, to crawl out of your own coffin? Vampires did it, but they didn't need to breath. No chance of suffocating. They also lacked a soul. Pain and emotion about being abandoned by those who set you there in the first place didn't exist.
God, I'm still so mad over the fact that they did something so foolish. To tear them to shreds and drain them of their blood was so overwhelming to this moment. I really hated them for acting without thinking.
Pot. Kettle. Black.
Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm one to fuckin' talk. Well, looks like Buffy was about to blow up at me now. She rolled her eyes, twisted those perfectly pouty lips and told me to follow her with whatever bags I have to the room upstairs.
"All the other rooms are filled. Only place left for you is in my room." Her room? Whoa. I was sharing a room with B?! Nice one. Someone above was beaming my way. At least for the moment. I'd probably piss someone off in about a minute or two. Without a doubt, it would be the blonde goddess before me. It was just so fucking eay to do. "Surprised ya aren't making me sleep in the dog house, B." Way to take her generousity and shove it up her --- "I would. We just don't have a dog house." Quick and sarcastic. God, was she ever more beautiful?!
"I'm jus' sayin', y'know? We don't exactly bring out the best in each other. I'm sure someone else would rather bunk ---"
"No. End of story. You're staying here. Got it? Jesus, do you have to fight with me about everything? You never change, do you?" Buffy snapped, her hands on her hips. The gleam in her eyes was challenging me to dare and argue. No, way. Buffy looked as if she was out for blood. My blood. I knew when to back off.
"Gotcha. Not goin' to argue. Jus' chill and ease up. I promise to not say another word over the whole sleeping arrangements. I'm not here to make your life a living hell. Seems you got enough of tha' shit goin' down as is. Why add to it?" Settling the overnight bag to the floor that Angel allowed me to borrow, I watched her from the corner of my eye. She was staring strangely. Gave me the chills. Pleasing ones that worked themselves right between my legs, soaking up my panties. Which I was actually wearing. Black and lacey. Now they'd be stained with white cum. Oh, to have Buffy lick it up was a vivid image. One that helped get me off while being in prison. Snapping back to reality, I spoke, "Aight, spill. What's with the intense stare?" I was so afraid of the answer. It could be anything snide, rude, petty and cold.
"Thank you." So softly it was said, catching me off guard that, I laughed. Way to go Faith. It was just shocking to hear those words, out of her cupid bow lips.
( To be continued. )