Private Dance

Title: Private Dance

Author: Lynio (lynio@yahoo.com)

Summary: Sequel to “Solo Dance.” AU with Faith as the Slayer. Will Faith become the “First” for Buffy the Private Dancer? You know it!

Rating: NC-17 (Contains graphic depiction of girl-on-girl action)

Pairing: F/B Reference to B/A (Angel is not a vampire)

Cameo: Riley works at the strip club.

Dedication: Electra, for being the first one to feature my fics on their website and for all the “happy” times you’ve given me through your fics. Thanks girl_friend!! ;)

Beta: Val, my mentor.

Disclaimer: All characters don’t belong to me. You know who owns them. I’m just borrowing and taking them out for some fun.


Chapter 3

Buffy’s POV

When my eyes finally focus on the person sitting on the bed, my heart skips a beat once recognition hit me.

“Faith, what are you doing here?” I say flatly, hiding the excitement in my voice.

“Gee B, you sound like you’re not happy to see me.” Her voice sounding disappointed.

I might’ve put on too much of an act there. I really should’ve been an actress. Damn, I’m tired of these mind games. I’m just going to tell her the truth, take a risk for once.

“I’m sorry. . .yeah, I am. I’m REAL happy to see you. I just couldn’t bring myself to perform for anyone else but YOU. You’re all that I think about. That’s why I turned to leave.”

Damn, too much honesty there. She’s looking uncomfortable and shifting. Don’t scare her away Buffy!

“Why did you have to waste your money on a private room? I could have met you anywhere. You know you don’t have to pay for my company.”

There you go, change the subject. Maybe she’ll ignore the fact I practically professed undying love for her.

“I don’t mind. I wanted to surprise you and have you all to myself.” Faith stands up and walks towards me with eyes so full of desire.

“Damn, you look sexy.”

I’m wearing a black lacy teddy with matching panties and clear glass heels. Some of the girls named the see-through footwear their “CFM” shoes, short for “Come Fuck Me.” That’s just too crude for me. I prefer to call them my Cinderella shoes. Hey, I did meet my Prince in these glass slippers, or should I say Princess?

I suddenly feel extremely self-conscious of my scanty outfit, leaving little for the imagination. She hasn’t seen me so underdressed since the lap dance and her eyes can’t stop feasting on my body.

“It’s been so long. I almost forgot how HOT you look in a teddy.” She makes me blush at her obvious flirting.

“Oh yeah? And whose fault is that?” Teasing her right back and she rewards me with a big grin.

She pulls me into a tight hug and it feels so good to be held by her again. There goes the familiar tingling sensation racing through my body whenever we touch. My mind drifts to the safety of her arms. How it feels so right. How we fit so perfectly together. I give in to the hug needing it so badly after feeling so dejected by her.

“Wait a minute. I should be mad at you. I haven’t seen or talked to you for over two weeks.” I break the hug and push her within arms length to look at her.

“What’s that all about? Were you avoiding me?” I suddenly regret the words after they’ve left my mouth. I miss her touch already. It’s not like we’ve made any commitments to each other. Heck, I don’t even know if we’re more than phone sex buddies.

She looks at me with her big brown eyes looking all apoligetic-y. She can look so cute when she wants to be.

“I’m real sorry about that, B. I didn’t mean to. . .it’s just. . .I’m no good at this stuff. I’ve never seen anyone exclusively. I was just sparing you the heartache and disappointment of me messing up someday.”

“Faith, you don’t give yourself any credit. You’ve been totally great with me.”

“I can’t take it anymore, B. I want you so much it fuckin’ hurts.”

She closes the space between us and her soft lips meet mine. God, I’ve missed the taste of her lips. She starts up slowly, hesitantly with pillow soft kisses, the gentleness blanketing me, warming me.

She moves in closer pushing me until my back hits the door, pressing her whole body against mine. Our kiss deepens, our tongues sliding in and around our mouths getting reacquainted. It was the most sensuous kiss I’ve experienced with her yet, a kiss so full of emotion, so full of promise and hope.

I’m instantly wet and I realized that I failed to wear my protective liner, my fresh pair of panties now saturated. I couldn’t help it; she just has that effect on me. Her hands start to roam my body and reach my breasts, firmly rubbing her fingers across my already sensitive nipples. She’s so fast; my brain couldn’t keep up with the all the pleasurable sensations. One of her legs slithers its way between mine and rubs against my core.

“Faith. . .wait. . .hold on.” Feeling breathless from the kiss and her assault on my body.

“What’s wrong, B?”

I manage to put a tiny distance between us with my hands on her shoulders. She looks confused and hurt. It’s the first time I’ve broken a kiss before she did and just when we were finally getting somewhere. She may be thinking that I’m having second thoughts but I’m not. I have other plans for her. She just doesn’t know it yet.

“Nothing. I just want you to get your money’s worth for this room.”

“I thought I already was, until you interrupted me.” She says playfully, giving me her most innocent look but failing miserably. I give her a friendly smack on her arm and she starts to chuckle.

“I want to do a dance for you.”

I wanted to give her a performance she’ll never forget, leave her begging for me. I give her a devilish smile and she immediately picks up on my plan.

“Oh, I get it, you want to torture me. Is that it?”

“Are you saying you’re not up for a little torture? I thought you were all big and bad girl? Don’t think you can handle it?”

I noticed I could get her to do just about anything if I challenge her. It’s her weakness.

“Oh I can handle it B, let’s see what you got. Bring it, girlfriend.”