EMPATHY
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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2,147
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6
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Currently Reading:
1
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Her mission, should she choose to accept it.
Chapter Four
The dream had unnerved her, and she felt the need to let off some steam, and a workout seemed like just the thing. Anything that served as a distraction from that bitch would suffice. Her body was on edge, and she laughed to herself.
* Whew, down girl…been a while huh? *
~~~~~~~~~
The gym was filled with hot sweaty flesh everywhere she turned and grunts of fatigue and exertion filled the air. It was an understatement to say she had an audience, because everyone had started to gather around her. The rumor started going around the building about a drop-dead gorgeous brunette, who was bench-pressing three hundred pounds without blinking.
Faith was into a steady rhythm and the stress was starting to leave her knotted tendons. Her arms lifted the bar in an up and down motion like welled oiled pistons, with no sign of tiring. The crown stood in awe of the graceful curves of her muscles as they contracted and the swell of her ample breasts as she breathed deep and steady.
This happened all the time in prison. Nobody understood how this scrap of a girl could be strong enough to toss a woman, or a man for that matter; across a room like a sack of potatoes. It would never have occurred to them that they were witnessing a phenomenon.
There was a lone spectator standing apart from the onlookers. He kept a discreet distance, but was no less enamored than the others. His body was chiseled and sculpted by regular workouts and ten mile runs. He was also the recipient of admiring eyes, from women who fantasized about being taken by him, and men who envied his physique.
*Ah my beauty, even now you captivate and you will be mi
\r
No one noticed him exit from the rear of the gym toward the showers; they were too busy salivating over Faith. She finished her last rep, and up wup with no effort grabbing her towel and pulling it around her neck. Those keen senses had felt the first person as he stepped up to watch her, and she continued her workout, unfazed as the crowd grew.
If a dialogue bubble could have presented itself over the group, representing their collective thoughts, it surely would’ve queried ‘How does she do that?’
The sexy rogue was enjoying every minute of the attention as she stood up to her full height, slowly flexing every muscle to full definition. She flashed a breathtaking smile before she bounded off to the sauna, taking a moment to address her fans.
“Atkins.” She said as she looked down her body.
~~~~~~~~~~
There was a message waiting on her machine from Angel when she got home. He had requested that she meet with him that afternoon, concerning a little job well suited to her talents. Clothes flew from their hangers onto the floor in her wake. She wanted to make a good impression and couldn’t decide on the right outfit.
*Shit, I miss my leather sometimes*
Finally having decided on basic black, which always looked good on her; she ran out to hail a cab. The cabbie pulled up in front of the building in
no time and she took the steps two at a time, entering the lobby in a
flash. Cordelia turned in the direction of the sudden rush of wind. She
felt a faint rush, as if her body were remembering Faith’s touch.
“Hey Cordelia, got no time to chat baby, he in his office?”
“Actually he’s in the conference room, you can go through this door, and it’s at the end of corridor.”
Faith winked at the tall temptress and licked her lips, “Mmmm, thanks sweetness, later.”
Cordelia felt herself blushing like a schoolgirl and tried to shake off its effects. “Humph, like she could ever have a chance with me.”
Angel was all business when she greeted him, he was always somber to some degree, but he seemed aggravated for some reason.
“Come in and have a seat Faith, I want you on this as soon as possible.”
Now was not the time for witty repartees and she knew it. She sat down, giving him her full attention. A remote controlughtught down a screen on which was projected the image of a man. He appeared to be in his early thirties, was exquisitely dressed and had the most piecing blue eyes Faith had ever seen.
Angel’s voice interrupted her revelry, as he gestured at the screen with a laser pointer.
“This is your target Faith, his name is Gabriel Porter. He’s been way too friendly with Wolfram and Hart for my tastes, and he’s been spotted around town with Lilah Morgan.”
“Oh man, you mean that bitch is still breathing, so what do you mean by my target? I’m not feelin’ ya on this so far.”
“I’ll give you a list of his haunts, his home address, his taste in women and you can take it from there. I want him watched Faith, closely.”
She glanced up at the picture, portrayed larger than life before her, and thought, * Mmmm baby, I could certainly get up close and personal with you.*
In the mean time she had a few questions. She knew Angel would never ask her to compromise herself, but she had to be sure. She had found a new line that she wouldn’t cross and a higher low that she would never sink to.
“Bud, that 24/7 things going to be kinda’ hard, considering I don’t have wheels.”
He reached into his pocket before she finished the sentence, as if anticipating her thoughts. The keys sailed through the air, and she ct tht them in her hand with the reflexes that both of them knew she possessed.
“It’s parked out back in the garage, you know my penchant for older cars, so don’t be disappointed when you see it.”
“Other than watch ass,ass, (she smiled at that thought), what do you want me to do Angel?”
“Get to know him, it shouldn’t be too hard; he works out at your gym.”
Memory is a baffling thing, and it can be useful when you least expect
It. Her memory flashed an image of him as they both left the gym, getting into a sports car and revving the engine before he pulled off. She could recall now because she had been impressed, he was pushing a Cobalt Blue Astin Martin Vanguish.
She reached for the folder he handed to her, “Anything else?”
His brow furrowed, which had ominous implications, “Yes, be careful Faith. I know you’re a slayer, but subtly is called for here, we don’t know a lot about this guy. He’s got to have powerful connections if Lilah is interested, so I’m thinking he’s no lightweight.”
She kissed the middle of his forehead lightly like she would have a brother, as she retrieved the folder. His long dead face betrayed feeling for her, and then quickly buried it.
“Don’t worry about me, Soul-boy, I can handyselyself. Nice to know you care though.”
She left the room jingling the keys and humming to herself. Finally she had a chance to repay Angel for all he had done for her. Now was her turn at bat, after sitting on the sidelines for so long. It was tough watching the game from the bench, and she was more than eager to prove herself.
~~~~~~~~~~
She had expected to find something from the fifties, because he favored that era and it’s automobiles. However, when she walked into the parking lot and hit the alarm button on her newly acquired key chain; she was pleasantly surprised to find a fully loaded vintage 85’ Iroc Z, black on black with tinted windows.
“HA, fucking score…oh yeah!”
The interior of the car was kept in mint condition; it had even retained the rich smell of leather and with a manual transmission no less.
“ Aw fuck yes, he knows how I love to drive stick!”
To say the car was made for her wouldn’t have done either one of them justice, they were both stunning, sleek, and powerful. Faith gunned the engine as she rode out into the afternoon, basking in the sunlight coming through the sunroof, and the feel of the powerful engine at her disposal.
~~~~~~~~~~
Gabriel Porter drew another cup of French Vanilla Cappuccino, from a machine he had purchased in Milan. He did so love his coffees, experimenting with different blends in his off hours. He settled down at the island in the middle of his kitchen. His hands held a flat, transparent crystal, and he peered into it while sipping his coffee. It held a reflection of Faith speeding down the highway with wind in her hair.
“Soon my love, very soon.”
TBC
The dream had unnerved her, and she felt the need to let off some steam, and a workout seemed like just the thing. Anything that served as a distraction from that bitch would suffice. Her body was on edge, and she laughed to herself.
* Whew, down girl…been a while huh? *
~~~~~~~~~
The gym was filled with hot sweaty flesh everywhere she turned and grunts of fatigue and exertion filled the air. It was an understatement to say she had an audience, because everyone had started to gather around her. The rumor started going around the building about a drop-dead gorgeous brunette, who was bench-pressing three hundred pounds without blinking.
Faith was into a steady rhythm and the stress was starting to leave her knotted tendons. Her arms lifted the bar in an up and down motion like welled oiled pistons, with no sign of tiring. The crown stood in awe of the graceful curves of her muscles as they contracted and the swell of her ample breasts as she breathed deep and steady.
This happened all the time in prison. Nobody understood how this scrap of a girl could be strong enough to toss a woman, or a man for that matter; across a room like a sack of potatoes. It would never have occurred to them that they were witnessing a phenomenon.
There was a lone spectator standing apart from the onlookers. He kept a discreet distance, but was no less enamored than the others. His body was chiseled and sculpted by regular workouts and ten mile runs. He was also the recipient of admiring eyes, from women who fantasized about being taken by him, and men who envied his physique.
*Ah my beauty, even now you captivate and you will be mi
\r
No one noticed him exit from the rear of the gym toward the showers; they were too busy salivating over Faith. She finished her last rep, and up wup with no effort grabbing her towel and pulling it around her neck. Those keen senses had felt the first person as he stepped up to watch her, and she continued her workout, unfazed as the crowd grew.
If a dialogue bubble could have presented itself over the group, representing their collective thoughts, it surely would’ve queried ‘How does she do that?’
The sexy rogue was enjoying every minute of the attention as she stood up to her full height, slowly flexing every muscle to full definition. She flashed a breathtaking smile before she bounded off to the sauna, taking a moment to address her fans.
“Atkins.” She said as she looked down her body.
~~~~~~~~~~
There was a message waiting on her machine from Angel when she got home. He had requested that she meet with him that afternoon, concerning a little job well suited to her talents. Clothes flew from their hangers onto the floor in her wake. She wanted to make a good impression and couldn’t decide on the right outfit.
*Shit, I miss my leather sometimes*
Finally having decided on basic black, which always looked good on her; she ran out to hail a cab. The cabbie pulled up in front of the building in
no time and she took the steps two at a time, entering the lobby in a
flash. Cordelia turned in the direction of the sudden rush of wind. She
felt a faint rush, as if her body were remembering Faith’s touch.
“Hey Cordelia, got no time to chat baby, he in his office?”
“Actually he’s in the conference room, you can go through this door, and it’s at the end of corridor.”
Faith winked at the tall temptress and licked her lips, “Mmmm, thanks sweetness, later.”
Cordelia felt herself blushing like a schoolgirl and tried to shake off its effects. “Humph, like she could ever have a chance with me.”
Angel was all business when she greeted him, he was always somber to some degree, but he seemed aggravated for some reason.
“Come in and have a seat Faith, I want you on this as soon as possible.”
Now was not the time for witty repartees and she knew it. She sat down, giving him her full attention. A remote controlughtught down a screen on which was projected the image of a man. He appeared to be in his early thirties, was exquisitely dressed and had the most piecing blue eyes Faith had ever seen.
Angel’s voice interrupted her revelry, as he gestured at the screen with a laser pointer.
“This is your target Faith, his name is Gabriel Porter. He’s been way too friendly with Wolfram and Hart for my tastes, and he’s been spotted around town with Lilah Morgan.”
“Oh man, you mean that bitch is still breathing, so what do you mean by my target? I’m not feelin’ ya on this so far.”
“I’ll give you a list of his haunts, his home address, his taste in women and you can take it from there. I want him watched Faith, closely.”
She glanced up at the picture, portrayed larger than life before her, and thought, * Mmmm baby, I could certainly get up close and personal with you.*
In the mean time she had a few questions. She knew Angel would never ask her to compromise herself, but she had to be sure. She had found a new line that she wouldn’t cross and a higher low that she would never sink to.
“Bud, that 24/7 things going to be kinda’ hard, considering I don’t have wheels.”
He reached into his pocket before she finished the sentence, as if anticipating her thoughts. The keys sailed through the air, and she ct tht them in her hand with the reflexes that both of them knew she possessed.
“It’s parked out back in the garage, you know my penchant for older cars, so don’t be disappointed when you see it.”
“Other than watch ass,ass, (she smiled at that thought), what do you want me to do Angel?”
“Get to know him, it shouldn’t be too hard; he works out at your gym.”
Memory is a baffling thing, and it can be useful when you least expect
It. Her memory flashed an image of him as they both left the gym, getting into a sports car and revving the engine before he pulled off. She could recall now because she had been impressed, he was pushing a Cobalt Blue Astin Martin Vanguish.
She reached for the folder he handed to her, “Anything else?”
His brow furrowed, which had ominous implications, “Yes, be careful Faith. I know you’re a slayer, but subtly is called for here, we don’t know a lot about this guy. He’s got to have powerful connections if Lilah is interested, so I’m thinking he’s no lightweight.”
She kissed the middle of his forehead lightly like she would have a brother, as she retrieved the folder. His long dead face betrayed feeling for her, and then quickly buried it.
“Don’t worry about me, Soul-boy, I can handyselyself. Nice to know you care though.”
She left the room jingling the keys and humming to herself. Finally she had a chance to repay Angel for all he had done for her. Now was her turn at bat, after sitting on the sidelines for so long. It was tough watching the game from the bench, and she was more than eager to prove herself.
~~~~~~~~~~
She had expected to find something from the fifties, because he favored that era and it’s automobiles. However, when she walked into the parking lot and hit the alarm button on her newly acquired key chain; she was pleasantly surprised to find a fully loaded vintage 85’ Iroc Z, black on black with tinted windows.
“HA, fucking score…oh yeah!”
The interior of the car was kept in mint condition; it had even retained the rich smell of leather and with a manual transmission no less.
“ Aw fuck yes, he knows how I love to drive stick!”
To say the car was made for her wouldn’t have done either one of them justice, they were both stunning, sleek, and powerful. Faith gunned the engine as she rode out into the afternoon, basking in the sunlight coming through the sunroof, and the feel of the powerful engine at her disposal.
~~~~~~~~~~
Gabriel Porter drew another cup of French Vanilla Cappuccino, from a machine he had purchased in Milan. He did so love his coffees, experimenting with different blends in his off hours. He settled down at the island in the middle of his kitchen. His hands held a flat, transparent crystal, and he peered into it while sipping his coffee. It held a reflection of Faith speeding down the highway with wind in her hair.
“Soon my love, very soon.”
TBC