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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - FemmeSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,309
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21
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Now
For MISTRESS Of THE DAISY DUKES...
Consequence Of Desire
By Desirata41
Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters are exclusive property
of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and UPN. Dark Angel is the
property of James Cameron and the Fox network.
Rating: NC-17, Language, and sexual situations
Pairing: Faith/Max BTVS/Dark Angel Crossover
Dedication: To Vix and HelenaKyle2002, because I think you’re wonderful.
Summary: Post chosen, Faith is riding across California enjoying her
freedom, until her bike breaks down. She’s takes the bike to a
Garage for repairs and finds a kindred spirit in the star
Mechanic. A young woman who’s running from her past, just
as hard as Faith is barreling towards her future.
Notes: Obviously the timeline for Max and Faith meeting isn’t canon. I
manipulated it for my own fiendish purposes…Muhahaha! So just
consider this AU.
Feedback: Give it to me baby…
Chapter Three
*Great line about the bike Faith, any idiot could see you’re digging on her*
Faith paced back and forth while she undressed, feeling confined. She wanted to run to the window on the off chance Max might still be sitting out front. It had been about twenty minutes since she felt the touch of her dark angel’s lips.
*Damn it, not again. It’s not possible, I thought that B was…*
There was no amount of whiskey or cigarettes that could help shake the cloud of restlessness hanging over her. Max had left her speechless, the same way she had when they first met. So many things in common, settled on top of painful secrets, no one else could possibly understand.
A touch of Max’s scent still lingered on Faith’s clothes and she inhaled deeply while walking over to the bed. It offered minimal comfort, and only served as a buffer between her fitful dreams and outright insomnia.
~~~~~~~
Max enjoyed the pulse of the engine between her legs, it only added to the excitement the rebellious brunette had left behind. She was actually skipping as she went through the front door of her apartment building, taking the steps two at a time. Sexual attraction was nothing new to her, Manticore had made certain of that. When the effects of her heat cycle hit, it was all consuming, and she quenched it randomly.
Somehow this was different though, Faith wasn’t an itch. There was something behind those dark eyes, deep down under all the frivolity and quick comebacks. She anticipated seeing her tomorrow, but wished it were under better circumstances. The bike was ready, and there was nothing stopping Faith from riding out of her life as fast as she had come into it.
She touched her fingers to her mouth, remembering the feel of the dark slayer’s lips on hers. Those strong arms holding her while they rode in the night breeze would haunt
her. Even though things didn’t look promising, Max made a decision; she would have Faith.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Her dreams were filled with fleeting images of bodies locked together, glistening from the sweat of sexual exertion. The air was thick with urgency and anticipated release as the couple increased their movements, writhing uncontrollably against each other.
Deep lines formed across her forehead, as if she were distressed, and she muttered helplessly in her sleep. The whispering and pleading, delirious groaning and continuous sighs of in-drawn breath, moved her from one side of the bed to the other in a restless dance.
Finally, she woke from a fitful slumber and dressed hurriedly. The night air always cleared her head when she was confused. The darkness offered a familiar comfort, and the opportunity to do what she did best, slay.
The scene was surreal, a beautiful young woman alone in the middle of the night, strolling through a particularly crime ridden part of town. A steady stream of background noise preceded drunken revelers, as they walked out onto the streets from the smoke-filled clubs closing for the night.
Observant eyes scanned the crowd and it wasn’t long before she spotted a group of vamps. They appeared normal like all the others, but couldn’t hide from the keen senses of a slayer. There was nothing that helped her blow off a little steam better than a good slay, (well) almost nothing.
She was identified immediately as a group project along with the other unsuspecting women included in the crowd. The lead vamp mentioned something about hanging out at “The Park”. Faith assumed it was a local hangout, but when they reached the secluded, wooded spot, Faith could tell it was their killing ground. The smell of death and blood saturated the grass, detectable by her preternatural senses.
The other women were oblivious to the danger, and only cared about prolonging their good time. Faith popped a beer swigging the brew with abandon.
“Hey Nutter, we got a thirsty one here.” One of the lesser vamps commented to the leader.
“She ain’t seen thirsty, but I’m about to show it to her.” Nutter boasted.
Faith took that as her cue to start the action as she watched the faces of the gang change one by one.
“Oh, a cocky son of a bitch, this is going to be more fun than I thought.”
She pivoted on her heel taking the leader by surprise shoving the long necked bottle into his eye. The others were momentarily startled by his shrieking, which bought her time enough to wave off the midnight snacks standing there screeching at the type of their lungs.
“Sorry girls, but this just turned into a private party, haul ass!”
The frightened women didn’t question her, nor were they concerned for her safety, as they ran from the scene.
The leader charged her, seething with rage after pulling the bottle from his ruined eye. She dropped low, kicking his legs out from under him in a sweeping motion.
“Gotta be a slayer.” The other three companions said in unison as they looked at each other with understanding and nodded in agreement.
Loyalty no longer mattered as they ran in different directions, dreading the feeling of the stake they watched her drive into their leader’s chest.
“Hey guys, leaving so soon? We never got introduced.” Faith shouted with amusement.
She used the same stake now lying in the pile of dust that used to be the leader, to spike the vamp nearest her. Faith’s aim was impeccable, whether she used a crossbow, knife or stake, and the fleeing creature never knew what hit him. With incredible speed that sometimes surprised even her, she chased down the two remaining monsters, savoring the kill as she pummeled them.
Unknown to her, Faith had witnesses to the massacre. She had struck terror in the heart of the thing all others feared, and the evil could only retreat from the presence of the slayer.
Her body tingled from the rush of adrenaline coursing through it, and she knew all too well what came next. The longing she felt for Max only grew in its intensity, and she couldn’t wait for the sun to come up so she could see her again.
~~~~~~~~~~
Max took a well-deserved day off to run errands and take care of some much-needed housework. She also knew she was avoiding the issue of Faith picking up her bike, but something told she she would be seeing the sultry firebrand sooner than she expected.
Mrs. Abercrombie lived down the hall from Max. She was a sweet old lady who befriended her when she first moved into the building. Twice a week “Miss Abby” would pinch her cheeks and give her freshly baked cookies, saying she needed some meat on her
bones. Max knew she was lonely and would sometimes sit with her just to talk and have tea, or watch television.
It was Miss Abby that greeted her when she left her apartment heading for the laundry room that afternoon.
“Good afternoon sweetie.” She smiled at Max affectionately.
“Hi Miss Abby, I’m just catching up on some laundry. How’s Jasper doing?”
“Oh, that cantankerous old goat is alright.” She looked down at an orange colored tomcat curling around her legs.
“If you’re free later, maybe I’ll take you for a spin on my bike.”
The older lady laughed at Max’s statement. It was a long running joke between them.
“You be careful going to that laundry room dear, there are all sorts of unsavory types in this neighborhood.”
“Will do, I’ll see you later Miss Abby.”
Max giggled at the woman’s apprehension, knowing she had nothing to fear from some thug lurking in the dark. The last time someone had tried to mug her, they ended up bound to a telephone pole with steel piping. The cops had a long hearty laugh as they pried them loose.
~~~~~~~~~~
Faith had gone to the garage eager to see her, only to be disappointed upon finding she’d taken the day off. Chappy had mercy on her and gave her Max’s home address. He knew that she wouldn’t mind a visit from the sultry brunette.
The cab she hailed didn’t take long to find Max’s apartment building and her heart raced with the anticipation of seeing her. Once again, she was met with no answer at the door. The knocking didn’t go unnoticed and alerted the ever-diligent neighbor down the hall.
Faith turned to leave but stopped when she heard a voice calling out behind her.
“She’s not there, you can leave a message with me if you want. I’ll make sure she gets it.”
“I just really needed to see her, she’s been working on my bike.”
The old woman could see the anguish in her face, and decided to forgo her usual skepticism.
“She went to do laundry, in the basement. If you take the back stairwell down three flights, you’ll see the laundry room on your left.”
Faith flashed her most winning smile and waved the old lady off, heading for the stairs.
Max didn’t notice her when she walked up to the door. The younger woman was totally involved with a malfunctioning washing machine, trying to save her clothes from being mangled. The sight of Max in her flip-flop sandals, mid-drift T-shirt and denim Daisy Duke shorts, was pure eye candy.
Faith couldn’t control her amusement, or her desire watching the mechanic tussle with a washing machine for possession of her clothes.
“Gotdamned menace, I paid for you! I did what I was supposed to and you’re still screwing up on me!”
“Big bad washing machine.” Faith frowned playfully as she smiled at Max from the doorway.
Max recognized the voice immediately, and turned to acknowledge it, when the machine suddenly doused her with soapsuds. The image appeared scripted from a live comedy show as she reared back, shaking off the offending spray.
Faith couldn’t help but notice the t-shirt clinging to her erect nipples, and didn’t want to tear her gaze away from the water languidly running down the sunken curves of her stomach, leading to the top of her low cut shorts.
Max looked exasperated, and sensual beyond anything Faith had ever seen before. Her sleeplessness, the post-slayage arousal that was never satisfied, and now this, reminded her that she was still human after all. Mindless desire surged in her, and she imagined those wet clothes in tatters.
The slam of the laundry door and its subsequent locking, told Max that Faith was going to have her. Try as she might, there was nothing she could say or do. The slayer moved toward her with purpose, and there was no mistaking her intentions.
“I looked for you today.” Faith said as she weaved her fingers in Max’s hair.
“I needed some time off.” Max said as she watched Faith’s hungry mouth move slowly towards hers.
“From me?” Faith whispered, so close to Max now that she shared her breath.
“No…I just…” Max had made the mistake of looking into Faith’s eyes just before they closed. The want in them was tangible, and she gave in, parting her lips slightly.
Max sighed as she felt Faith truly possess her mouth for the first time; those fingers cupping the back of her head; tilting it back. The warm insistence of Faith’s tongue against her own reached into some place long untapped, and she began to moan into the kiss.
Faith leaned into her wet body, enjoying the cool, moist material on top of the warm, firm flesh underneath. She broke the kiss abruptly, and turned Max around, pressing her crotch against the edge of the still churning machine.
Max shuddered at the sudden contact of Faith’s breasts on her back.
“You can’t run from this, neither of us can.” Faith’s voice was husky with lust as she unbuttoned Max’s shorts and slipped her hand inside from the back, palming both her cheeks and squeezing.
“I’m so tired of running.” Max said breathlessly, moving her hands back and grasping Faith’s hips, pulling her close.
Faith maneuvered her searching fingers to the silky smooth entrance of Max’s sex, feeling her wetness. They lingered there at the opening, teasing her, making her pant with longing. She thrust her pelvis backward, yearning for penetration, but Faith retracted her fingers, only offering the tips.
“Tell me what you want me to do…tell me baby.” Faith’s voice taunted her.
“ Mmmm…fuck me…pleassse.” Max pleaded.
Faith pushed her mound into Max’s ass-cheeks, pinning her closer to the vibrating machine. Max cried out as the sensations started to stimulate her clit, already swollen from her need.
“Just want to get lost in you baby.” Faith uttered into Max’s ear while sliding three of her fingers easily into her soaked passage. They settled into a strong, determined rhythm, Faith’s mound grinding into Max from behind, fingers plunging and retreating.
The delicious assault on her clit was overtaking her, and Max began to cry out as she felt the first stage of a powerful orgasm pulsing through her. Faith placed her free arm around her, holding her tightly; thrusting harder toward the edge.
Her passionate cries carried on the air, traveling out beyond the locked laundry room door, making them audible in the hallway leading to the stairwell.
Mrs. Abercrombie descended the stairs with her laundry basket approaching the laundry room. She was heeding the advice she’d given Max earlier about being careful and decided there was safety in numbers.
It was then that she heard Max’s voice coming from behind the closed door, a door she had never seen closed in ten years of living in the apartment building. The sound of Max crying out alarmed her, and she dropped the basket and ran to turn the doorknob, only to find it locked.
Someone was hurting Max, she had to call the police! The poor woman ran up to her apartment as quickly as she was able, and dialed 911. She was hysterical when she connected with the operator.
“Please, send the police to 319 Abernathy Street right away, someone is being accosted in the laundry room, and she’s screaming for her life!”
“Calm down Maam, were you able to see anyone being hurt?” The emergency operator asked in a modulated tone.
“No, the door was closed and locked, and that door is always open. Oh please hurry, I can’t bear the thought of someone hurting that sweet girl!”
“A unit has been dispatched Maam, they’ll be there momentarily. In the meantime, you need to stay in your apartment, do you understand?”
“Merciful heavens, I can’t leave her alone…”
“The police are on their way, they’ll need that area clear, and we wouldn’t want you getting injured, your friend will be fine.” The emergency operator tried to sound reassuring.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Faith couldn’t get her fingers any deeper inside of Max. Her soft, yielding honey-coated walls welcomed Faith’s questing fingers as she stroked Max hard and fast. Max shivered as her inner muscles began to quiver and clench around those probing fingers.
The rogue slayer began to gyrate her crotch forcefully into Max’s undulating ass, letting the exquisite pounding massage the hood of her clit, causing her juices to flow down her thighs.
Max redistributed her weigh to better accommodate Faith’s frantic movements. She spread her legs even wider, wanting as much of Faith’s hand inside her as she could
stand. They were caught up in a cloud of sexual frenzy, each feeding off the other as the climax engulfed them. The strength of it shook them both, leaving them limp and panting, their desire for each other temporarily sated.
Faith removed her fingers from Max and turned her around, helping her straighten out her clothing. She brushed the hair back from Max’s face and tenderly kissed her forehead while pulling her into a warm embrace.
That’s how the police found them after violently kicking the door in with weapons drawn.
“What the fuck?” Faith shouted in surprise.
“Hey!” Max shared her sentiment.
“There was a report called in about someone in possible danger down hear, the neighbors said they heard a young lady screaming.” One of the officers replied.
Faith looked at Max and kissed the tip of her nose, “At least somebody came on time, huh baby.”
TBC
Consequence Of Desire
By Desirata41
Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters are exclusive property
of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and UPN. Dark Angel is the
property of James Cameron and the Fox network.
Rating: NC-17, Language, and sexual situations
Pairing: Faith/Max BTVS/Dark Angel Crossover
Dedication: To Vix and HelenaKyle2002, because I think you’re wonderful.
Summary: Post chosen, Faith is riding across California enjoying her
freedom, until her bike breaks down. She’s takes the bike to a
Garage for repairs and finds a kindred spirit in the star
Mechanic. A young woman who’s running from her past, just
as hard as Faith is barreling towards her future.
Notes: Obviously the timeline for Max and Faith meeting isn’t canon. I
manipulated it for my own fiendish purposes…Muhahaha! So just
consider this AU.
Feedback: Give it to me baby…
Chapter Three
*Great line about the bike Faith, any idiot could see you’re digging on her*
Faith paced back and forth while she undressed, feeling confined. She wanted to run to the window on the off chance Max might still be sitting out front. It had been about twenty minutes since she felt the touch of her dark angel’s lips.
*Damn it, not again. It’s not possible, I thought that B was…*
There was no amount of whiskey or cigarettes that could help shake the cloud of restlessness hanging over her. Max had left her speechless, the same way she had when they first met. So many things in common, settled on top of painful secrets, no one else could possibly understand.
A touch of Max’s scent still lingered on Faith’s clothes and she inhaled deeply while walking over to the bed. It offered minimal comfort, and only served as a buffer between her fitful dreams and outright insomnia.
~~~~~~~
Max enjoyed the pulse of the engine between her legs, it only added to the excitement the rebellious brunette had left behind. She was actually skipping as she went through the front door of her apartment building, taking the steps two at a time. Sexual attraction was nothing new to her, Manticore had made certain of that. When the effects of her heat cycle hit, it was all consuming, and she quenched it randomly.
Somehow this was different though, Faith wasn’t an itch. There was something behind those dark eyes, deep down under all the frivolity and quick comebacks. She anticipated seeing her tomorrow, but wished it were under better circumstances. The bike was ready, and there was nothing stopping Faith from riding out of her life as fast as she had come into it.
She touched her fingers to her mouth, remembering the feel of the dark slayer’s lips on hers. Those strong arms holding her while they rode in the night breeze would haunt
her. Even though things didn’t look promising, Max made a decision; she would have Faith.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Her dreams were filled with fleeting images of bodies locked together, glistening from the sweat of sexual exertion. The air was thick with urgency and anticipated release as the couple increased their movements, writhing uncontrollably against each other.
Deep lines formed across her forehead, as if she were distressed, and she muttered helplessly in her sleep. The whispering and pleading, delirious groaning and continuous sighs of in-drawn breath, moved her from one side of the bed to the other in a restless dance.
Finally, she woke from a fitful slumber and dressed hurriedly. The night air always cleared her head when she was confused. The darkness offered a familiar comfort, and the opportunity to do what she did best, slay.
The scene was surreal, a beautiful young woman alone in the middle of the night, strolling through a particularly crime ridden part of town. A steady stream of background noise preceded drunken revelers, as they walked out onto the streets from the smoke-filled clubs closing for the night.
Observant eyes scanned the crowd and it wasn’t long before she spotted a group of vamps. They appeared normal like all the others, but couldn’t hide from the keen senses of a slayer. There was nothing that helped her blow off a little steam better than a good slay, (well) almost nothing.
She was identified immediately as a group project along with the other unsuspecting women included in the crowd. The lead vamp mentioned something about hanging out at “The Park”. Faith assumed it was a local hangout, but when they reached the secluded, wooded spot, Faith could tell it was their killing ground. The smell of death and blood saturated the grass, detectable by her preternatural senses.
The other women were oblivious to the danger, and only cared about prolonging their good time. Faith popped a beer swigging the brew with abandon.
“Hey Nutter, we got a thirsty one here.” One of the lesser vamps commented to the leader.
“She ain’t seen thirsty, but I’m about to show it to her.” Nutter boasted.
Faith took that as her cue to start the action as she watched the faces of the gang change one by one.
“Oh, a cocky son of a bitch, this is going to be more fun than I thought.”
She pivoted on her heel taking the leader by surprise shoving the long necked bottle into his eye. The others were momentarily startled by his shrieking, which bought her time enough to wave off the midnight snacks standing there screeching at the type of their lungs.
“Sorry girls, but this just turned into a private party, haul ass!”
The frightened women didn’t question her, nor were they concerned for her safety, as they ran from the scene.
The leader charged her, seething with rage after pulling the bottle from his ruined eye. She dropped low, kicking his legs out from under him in a sweeping motion.
“Gotta be a slayer.” The other three companions said in unison as they looked at each other with understanding and nodded in agreement.
Loyalty no longer mattered as they ran in different directions, dreading the feeling of the stake they watched her drive into their leader’s chest.
“Hey guys, leaving so soon? We never got introduced.” Faith shouted with amusement.
She used the same stake now lying in the pile of dust that used to be the leader, to spike the vamp nearest her. Faith’s aim was impeccable, whether she used a crossbow, knife or stake, and the fleeing creature never knew what hit him. With incredible speed that sometimes surprised even her, she chased down the two remaining monsters, savoring the kill as she pummeled them.
Unknown to her, Faith had witnesses to the massacre. She had struck terror in the heart of the thing all others feared, and the evil could only retreat from the presence of the slayer.
Her body tingled from the rush of adrenaline coursing through it, and she knew all too well what came next. The longing she felt for Max only grew in its intensity, and she couldn’t wait for the sun to come up so she could see her again.
~~~~~~~~~~
Max took a well-deserved day off to run errands and take care of some much-needed housework. She also knew she was avoiding the issue of Faith picking up her bike, but something told she she would be seeing the sultry firebrand sooner than she expected.
Mrs. Abercrombie lived down the hall from Max. She was a sweet old lady who befriended her when she first moved into the building. Twice a week “Miss Abby” would pinch her cheeks and give her freshly baked cookies, saying she needed some meat on her
bones. Max knew she was lonely and would sometimes sit with her just to talk and have tea, or watch television.
It was Miss Abby that greeted her when she left her apartment heading for the laundry room that afternoon.
“Good afternoon sweetie.” She smiled at Max affectionately.
“Hi Miss Abby, I’m just catching up on some laundry. How’s Jasper doing?”
“Oh, that cantankerous old goat is alright.” She looked down at an orange colored tomcat curling around her legs.
“If you’re free later, maybe I’ll take you for a spin on my bike.”
The older lady laughed at Max’s statement. It was a long running joke between them.
“You be careful going to that laundry room dear, there are all sorts of unsavory types in this neighborhood.”
“Will do, I’ll see you later Miss Abby.”
Max giggled at the woman’s apprehension, knowing she had nothing to fear from some thug lurking in the dark. The last time someone had tried to mug her, they ended up bound to a telephone pole with steel piping. The cops had a long hearty laugh as they pried them loose.
~~~~~~~~~~
Faith had gone to the garage eager to see her, only to be disappointed upon finding she’d taken the day off. Chappy had mercy on her and gave her Max’s home address. He knew that she wouldn’t mind a visit from the sultry brunette.
The cab she hailed didn’t take long to find Max’s apartment building and her heart raced with the anticipation of seeing her. Once again, she was met with no answer at the door. The knocking didn’t go unnoticed and alerted the ever-diligent neighbor down the hall.
Faith turned to leave but stopped when she heard a voice calling out behind her.
“She’s not there, you can leave a message with me if you want. I’ll make sure she gets it.”
“I just really needed to see her, she’s been working on my bike.”
The old woman could see the anguish in her face, and decided to forgo her usual skepticism.
“She went to do laundry, in the basement. If you take the back stairwell down three flights, you’ll see the laundry room on your left.”
Faith flashed her most winning smile and waved the old lady off, heading for the stairs.
Max didn’t notice her when she walked up to the door. The younger woman was totally involved with a malfunctioning washing machine, trying to save her clothes from being mangled. The sight of Max in her flip-flop sandals, mid-drift T-shirt and denim Daisy Duke shorts, was pure eye candy.
Faith couldn’t control her amusement, or her desire watching the mechanic tussle with a washing machine for possession of her clothes.
“Gotdamned menace, I paid for you! I did what I was supposed to and you’re still screwing up on me!”
“Big bad washing machine.” Faith frowned playfully as she smiled at Max from the doorway.
Max recognized the voice immediately, and turned to acknowledge it, when the machine suddenly doused her with soapsuds. The image appeared scripted from a live comedy show as she reared back, shaking off the offending spray.
Faith couldn’t help but notice the t-shirt clinging to her erect nipples, and didn’t want to tear her gaze away from the water languidly running down the sunken curves of her stomach, leading to the top of her low cut shorts.
Max looked exasperated, and sensual beyond anything Faith had ever seen before. Her sleeplessness, the post-slayage arousal that was never satisfied, and now this, reminded her that she was still human after all. Mindless desire surged in her, and she imagined those wet clothes in tatters.
The slam of the laundry door and its subsequent locking, told Max that Faith was going to have her. Try as she might, there was nothing she could say or do. The slayer moved toward her with purpose, and there was no mistaking her intentions.
“I looked for you today.” Faith said as she weaved her fingers in Max’s hair.
“I needed some time off.” Max said as she watched Faith’s hungry mouth move slowly towards hers.
“From me?” Faith whispered, so close to Max now that she shared her breath.
“No…I just…” Max had made the mistake of looking into Faith’s eyes just before they closed. The want in them was tangible, and she gave in, parting her lips slightly.
Max sighed as she felt Faith truly possess her mouth for the first time; those fingers cupping the back of her head; tilting it back. The warm insistence of Faith’s tongue against her own reached into some place long untapped, and she began to moan into the kiss.
Faith leaned into her wet body, enjoying the cool, moist material on top of the warm, firm flesh underneath. She broke the kiss abruptly, and turned Max around, pressing her crotch against the edge of the still churning machine.
Max shuddered at the sudden contact of Faith’s breasts on her back.
“You can’t run from this, neither of us can.” Faith’s voice was husky with lust as she unbuttoned Max’s shorts and slipped her hand inside from the back, palming both her cheeks and squeezing.
“I’m so tired of running.” Max said breathlessly, moving her hands back and grasping Faith’s hips, pulling her close.
Faith maneuvered her searching fingers to the silky smooth entrance of Max’s sex, feeling her wetness. They lingered there at the opening, teasing her, making her pant with longing. She thrust her pelvis backward, yearning for penetration, but Faith retracted her fingers, only offering the tips.
“Tell me what you want me to do…tell me baby.” Faith’s voice taunted her.
“ Mmmm…fuck me…pleassse.” Max pleaded.
Faith pushed her mound into Max’s ass-cheeks, pinning her closer to the vibrating machine. Max cried out as the sensations started to stimulate her clit, already swollen from her need.
“Just want to get lost in you baby.” Faith uttered into Max’s ear while sliding three of her fingers easily into her soaked passage. They settled into a strong, determined rhythm, Faith’s mound grinding into Max from behind, fingers plunging and retreating.
The delicious assault on her clit was overtaking her, and Max began to cry out as she felt the first stage of a powerful orgasm pulsing through her. Faith placed her free arm around her, holding her tightly; thrusting harder toward the edge.
Her passionate cries carried on the air, traveling out beyond the locked laundry room door, making them audible in the hallway leading to the stairwell.
Mrs. Abercrombie descended the stairs with her laundry basket approaching the laundry room. She was heeding the advice she’d given Max earlier about being careful and decided there was safety in numbers.
It was then that she heard Max’s voice coming from behind the closed door, a door she had never seen closed in ten years of living in the apartment building. The sound of Max crying out alarmed her, and she dropped the basket and ran to turn the doorknob, only to find it locked.
Someone was hurting Max, she had to call the police! The poor woman ran up to her apartment as quickly as she was able, and dialed 911. She was hysterical when she connected with the operator.
“Please, send the police to 319 Abernathy Street right away, someone is being accosted in the laundry room, and she’s screaming for her life!”
“Calm down Maam, were you able to see anyone being hurt?” The emergency operator asked in a modulated tone.
“No, the door was closed and locked, and that door is always open. Oh please hurry, I can’t bear the thought of someone hurting that sweet girl!”
“A unit has been dispatched Maam, they’ll be there momentarily. In the meantime, you need to stay in your apartment, do you understand?”
“Merciful heavens, I can’t leave her alone…”
“The police are on their way, they’ll need that area clear, and we wouldn’t want you getting injured, your friend will be fine.” The emergency operator tried to sound reassuring.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Faith couldn’t get her fingers any deeper inside of Max. Her soft, yielding honey-coated walls welcomed Faith’s questing fingers as she stroked Max hard and fast. Max shivered as her inner muscles began to quiver and clench around those probing fingers.
The rogue slayer began to gyrate her crotch forcefully into Max’s undulating ass, letting the exquisite pounding massage the hood of her clit, causing her juices to flow down her thighs.
Max redistributed her weigh to better accommodate Faith’s frantic movements. She spread her legs even wider, wanting as much of Faith’s hand inside her as she could
stand. They were caught up in a cloud of sexual frenzy, each feeding off the other as the climax engulfed them. The strength of it shook them both, leaving them limp and panting, their desire for each other temporarily sated.
Faith removed her fingers from Max and turned her around, helping her straighten out her clothing. She brushed the hair back from Max’s face and tenderly kissed her forehead while pulling her into a warm embrace.
That’s how the police found them after violently kicking the door in with weapons drawn.
“What the fuck?” Faith shouted in surprise.
“Hey!” Max shared her sentiment.
“There was a report called in about someone in possible danger down hear, the neighbors said they heard a young lady screaming.” One of the officers replied.
Faith looked at Max and kissed the tip of her nose, “At least somebody came on time, huh baby.”
TBC