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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 joyriding across California enjoying her
freedom, until her bike breaks down. She’ses tes 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 tAU. AU.
Feedback: Give it to me baby…
Chapter Four
They had found the whole incident hilarious and just a little bit embarrassing. Max did
her best to console Mrs. Abercrombie while Faith assured the police there was no one in ‘distress’.
The officers had noticed their feverish, disheveled appearance. They made dirty comments to each other as they walked back to their cruisers, disappointed at missing such a hot show.
Faith held the door to Max’s apartment open for her as she walked in with the infamous “laundry basket”. The place was decorated with an Oriental theme. Everything was sparse yet beautiful in its simplicity, traits Faith knew didn’t mirror her new lover.
*I’ll be damned, that’s just what she is now, my lover*
Faith’s mind churned while she watched Max moved uncomfortably around the apartment. Max wouldn’t make eye contact and didn’t stay in the same room for very long, speaking to her in a loud voice from different rooms.
Faith followed the sound of her voice down the hall to a cozy bedroom that had the feel of home. She walked over to Max and draped her arms around the younger woman’s waist, nuzzling her hair.
“I didn’t get enough, seconds?”
“Faith, maybe…we…uh.” Max said hesitantly.
“No baby, it won’t be that easy.” Faith turned her around slowly until they were facing each other, not letting go of her, “If you’re going to tell me that we shouldn’t have done what we just did, I want you to look me in the eye and say it.”
Max lowered her head, knowing she would melt, “My life is complicated Faith, more than you know.”
“Yeah, and the Government won’t stop raising taxes. We’ve all got problems baby.” She touched the troubled woman’s chin tenderly, raising up her head.
“You don’t understand Faith…” Max shook her head as she smiled into those intense eyes.
“I understand this…” Faith kissed Max with a now familiar hunger, but there was something different about what they were sharing.
The kiss was symbolic of more than obvious desire; it was affirmation of strong feelings, and the willingness to offer support. Max allowed herself a moment of weakness as she laid her head on Faith’s shoulder, relishing the promise of security in her arms.
“You think you’ve got a story? They’ve already got the Miniseries planned for mine.”
Faith’s voice was intimate and warm as she stroked Max’s hair.
“I could never involve you in all of this, I’m sorry.” Max returned Faith’s hug, tightening her arms.
“Sorry sweetness, I’ve been involved since the first time I laid eyes on ya.” Faith giggled absently.
Max sighed as she felt Faith’s hands begin to caress her back rocking her in a comforting sideways motion.
“So dangerous…” Max purred into her shoulder.
“If you want me to go…I will ya know?” Faith replied reluctantly.
Max ended the embrace and walked over to the bedroom door, closing it with a resounding thud.
“Only if you come through me.” Max smiled at her tenderly.
Faith allowed herself to be thrown against the closed door, enjoying the savage, questioning look in Max's eyes. She delighted even more when she felt a delicate, forceful hand pulling at her waistband.
"I owe you something." Max whispered.
“Then give it to me." Faith sighed.
Max moved her arms around Faith's back, enfolding her. Then something happened that both shocked, and tantalized the slayer. Max kissed her with a fervor she had only experienced once before. The kiss was deep and languid, making her lightheaded as if she were floating. She realized Max was lifting her off the floor with ease.
Faith straddled Max's waist, grinding her hips urgently. It didn't matter how this finely boned beauty could be holding her like this. Her body sought a counterpoint for the thrusting anticipation of her pelvis, and Max provided one by pulling her closer against her stomach, and massaging her firm ass-cheeks.
The dark rogue made the most of her free hands and ripped off Max's t-shirt, revealing the perfect breasts she had sampled earlier. The excitement of it all was heightened by Max's roughness, and she gasped when she felt herself being lowered onto the petite woman's thigh.
A thigh she rode with undisguised need, sending sensations directly to her pulsing
clit. Faith could barely breathe long enough to take one of those puckered, erect nipples into her mouth. Max moaned from the exquisite pressure of her mouth, watching as Faith alternated between licking and sucking both her yearning points.
"I want to feel you." Max demanded.
"Mmmm, baby, I thought you were." Faith chuckled sexily.
Max began to slowly unzip the feverish brunette’s jeans, never leaving her gaze as she slid her fingers into Faith's drenched sex.
"You like being in control...huh?" Max asked suggestively.
Faith was too caught up in the feeling those pumping fingers provided to respond.
“I can tell you're not used to being fucked, always pursuing aren't you?" She sank her fingers in deeper as she taunted, “Hmm, you’re soaking wet… I think you like me being in charge, don’t you?”
“Ummm, either way, I always get who, and what I want.” Faith answered softly.
Max backed away from her, withdrawing her fingers without warning. She walked over to the bed; smiling lasciviously as she stripped. Faith could only stand there watching, weak with lust. Her pulse started to quicken imagining how Max would shiver under her mouth.
The russet –haired seductress climbed onto the bed propping herself up against the headboard. Her legs were bent at the knee and open, giving Faith an enticing look at her glistening nether–lips and her swollen clit.
Faith swallowed hard at the erotic display, trying not to lose her cool. She was intrigued by the power play unfolding before them, and was more than a willing participant in the game. Max ran a sinfully flexible tongue across the flats her fingers before reaching down to tease her moist slit.
“So are you just going to stand there and watch?” she shuddered as she stroked her clit lightly.
“I like to watch.” Faith walked closer to the bed.
The sexy rebel was no stranger to this game, and decided to do a little teasing of her own. She undressed without ceremony and placed her foot on the bed beside Max. Her clean-shaven mound was only inches from Max’s head.
“Watch me do what to you...this?” Max moved her nose close enough to Faith’s sex to feel the warmth. She blew a gust of heated breath across the older woman’s clit; liking the effect it had on her.
“If you want more, you’ll have to beg me for it.” Max pushed one of her fingers gingerly inside herself, lingering for a second before she moved it farther in.
Faith snorted with an assured grin and held the headboard for purchase as she swung her body onto the bed, leaving her feet on either side of Max’s head. She stood over Max in a looming posture assuming control, or so she thought.
“What was that you were saying about begging?” Faith toyed with her lips separating them slowly. “This is what you’ve been missing sleep over, isn’t it?”
She received an unspoken answer in the way Max’s mouth laid open in wonder, waiting for her next move. It was all she could do to contain her own desire, but she knew the game would be over if she gave in, and she so loved the chase.
Strong hands moved towards Faith’s hips pulling her sopping opening downward to a full, waiting mouth. The feel of Her lover’s tongue touching her sensitive flesh threatened to make Faith lose control.
“Hhhhh…mmm.” Max exclaimed reeling from the overwhelming assault on her senses offered by the smooth wetness enveloping her face.
“Don’t know... what made you think…you could get away from…ssss… damn baby.” The feeling of Max’s tongue flicking inside her was a grand equalizer, and Faith relented, giving up control.
Max caressed Faith’s engorged labia leisurely with her tongue, wanting to prolong her sighs and groans. She had never known a woman’s body could be so lush and open to her. Her previous lovers had served their purpose and nothing more.
This sweet capture moved her, and she realized that she was actually making love to Faith; it wasn’t about the conquest. She flexed her tongue, making it totally rigid and began thrusting rapidly; bobbing her head in a sweeping motion.
Faith felt the power in Max’s arms and hands as she held her steady, lapping at her vigorously. The slayer had never encountered this before; she was literally impaled on Max’s tongue. The warmth started to emanate from her stomach, the abdominal muscles tensing.
The symphony of voices Faith imagined the first time she met Max was being played out, and she was memorizing every erotic note. There was the wet, sensual smacking sound of flesh connecting with flesh as Max laved at her furiously. They both moaned as if answering each other in an unspoken language.
The telltale signs of Faith’s orgasm approached, as Max moved her searching mouth over her sensitive clit.
"Yes, that's it...take it in your mouth...suck me baby!" Faith growled from deep in her throat.
Faith anchored her fingers to the headboard and proceeded to ride Max’s face in a maddening, circular motion. Liquid fire seemed to pool in her center causing her heart to beat erratically in her chest.
Max’s tongue expertly manipulated the throbbing nerve bundle being thrust into her mouth by the piston-like gyrations of Faith’s hips. It was almost like she had some previous knowledge of the slayer’s pleasure points, but that was impossible; they had never met before now.
“Ohhh…cumming for…youuuu!” Faith’s body shuddered and shook, giving up all control to her lover.
Max feasted on her juices like some expensive delicacy she had been saving for. Faith’s legs gave way from the dizzying climax and Max utilized those enhanced muscles to support her like a baby as she crumpled down into the haven of her bed.
The brunette angel held the slayer as she slept, whispering in her ear when she stirred violently. It was clear that this arrogant, confident young minx was running from some pretty nasty demons of her own. Max would learn later that those demons had names, histories and perseverance.
Max eventually gave up her vigil and went to sleep cradled in the comfort of Faith’s body spooned into her back. They slept that way for hours, sensing a refuge in each other’s arms. Hunger woke Faith first and she laughed at the constant onslaught of her empty stomach.
*This would be so embarrassing if Max was hearin’ it*
She pondered as she watched the woman she was scared she loved; sleep in her
arms. Faith had time to take account of her beauty unclouded by the heat of lust. What she found was a gracefulness that humbled her, Max could’ve been a ballet dancer or a gymnast.
Faith lovingly ran her fingertips along Max’s jaw-line around the curve of her throat, pushing her hair back to expose the nape of her neck. She had intended to place little butterfly kisses there, but something strange caught her attention. It appeared to be some sort of tattoo, which Faith thought was cool and an even sexier addition to the total package.
When she looked closer, she recognized the symbol as something inherently familiar, a bar code. Max shrugged her shoulders as Faith touched her neck, trailing her fingers over the brand. Before Faith could react, Max was facing her; gripping her wrist in a defensive hold preventing her from using her arm. The glint in Max’s eyes told Faith it was automatic reflex, but that didn’t dull the pain of the awkward position her wrist was twisted in.
“Owww…baby! You can stop wiggin’, Faith here…HELLO.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry…I’m not used to.” Max’s voice disappeared as she released Faith’s arm and jumped from the bed.
“”Waking up with someone?” Faith finished the sentence for her.
“I guess you could say that, yes.’ Max grinned shyly, almost erasing the fact that she had nearly broken Faith’s arm.
“Two things…” Faith gestured with two fingers.
“What?” Max questioned coyly.
“First off, get your sexy little ass back in bed. Second of all, stop with the rough shit, wouldn’t wanna have to pound ya.”
Max respected the easy exchange between them, knowing from the way Faith had handled her bike; that she was formidable. The why’s and how’s of her circumstances remained to be seen.
“Well, it’s obvious that we have to talk, get up. I’ll fix us something to eat, I don’t think that tiger in your tank will object, do you?”
Faith pounced on her, pulling her back into bed. She grinned wickedly as she moved down Max’s body; her head stopping and hovering around her bikini line.
“One appetite at a time baby, c’mere.” Faith said in a predatory voice as her head disappeared within that silken triangle.
TBC
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 joyriding across California enjoying her
freedom, until her bike breaks down. She’ses tes 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 tAU. AU.
Feedback: Give it to me baby…
Chapter Four
They had found the whole incident hilarious and just a little bit embarrassing. Max did
her best to console Mrs. Abercrombie while Faith assured the police there was no one in ‘distress’.
The officers had noticed their feverish, disheveled appearance. They made dirty comments to each other as they walked back to their cruisers, disappointed at missing such a hot show.
Faith held the door to Max’s apartment open for her as she walked in with the infamous “laundry basket”. The place was decorated with an Oriental theme. Everything was sparse yet beautiful in its simplicity, traits Faith knew didn’t mirror her new lover.
*I’ll be damned, that’s just what she is now, my lover*
Faith’s mind churned while she watched Max moved uncomfortably around the apartment. Max wouldn’t make eye contact and didn’t stay in the same room for very long, speaking to her in a loud voice from different rooms.
Faith followed the sound of her voice down the hall to a cozy bedroom that had the feel of home. She walked over to Max and draped her arms around the younger woman’s waist, nuzzling her hair.
“I didn’t get enough, seconds?”
“Faith, maybe…we…uh.” Max said hesitantly.
“No baby, it won’t be that easy.” Faith turned her around slowly until they were facing each other, not letting go of her, “If you’re going to tell me that we shouldn’t have done what we just did, I want you to look me in the eye and say it.”
Max lowered her head, knowing she would melt, “My life is complicated Faith, more than you know.”
“Yeah, and the Government won’t stop raising taxes. We’ve all got problems baby.” She touched the troubled woman’s chin tenderly, raising up her head.
“You don’t understand Faith…” Max shook her head as she smiled into those intense eyes.
“I understand this…” Faith kissed Max with a now familiar hunger, but there was something different about what they were sharing.
The kiss was symbolic of more than obvious desire; it was affirmation of strong feelings, and the willingness to offer support. Max allowed herself a moment of weakness as she laid her head on Faith’s shoulder, relishing the promise of security in her arms.
“You think you’ve got a story? They’ve already got the Miniseries planned for mine.”
Faith’s voice was intimate and warm as she stroked Max’s hair.
“I could never involve you in all of this, I’m sorry.” Max returned Faith’s hug, tightening her arms.
“Sorry sweetness, I’ve been involved since the first time I laid eyes on ya.” Faith giggled absently.
Max sighed as she felt Faith’s hands begin to caress her back rocking her in a comforting sideways motion.
“So dangerous…” Max purred into her shoulder.
“If you want me to go…I will ya know?” Faith replied reluctantly.
Max ended the embrace and walked over to the bedroom door, closing it with a resounding thud.
“Only if you come through me.” Max smiled at her tenderly.
Faith allowed herself to be thrown against the closed door, enjoying the savage, questioning look in Max's eyes. She delighted even more when she felt a delicate, forceful hand pulling at her waistband.
"I owe you something." Max whispered.
“Then give it to me." Faith sighed.
Max moved her arms around Faith's back, enfolding her. Then something happened that both shocked, and tantalized the slayer. Max kissed her with a fervor she had only experienced once before. The kiss was deep and languid, making her lightheaded as if she were floating. She realized Max was lifting her off the floor with ease.
Faith straddled Max's waist, grinding her hips urgently. It didn't matter how this finely boned beauty could be holding her like this. Her body sought a counterpoint for the thrusting anticipation of her pelvis, and Max provided one by pulling her closer against her stomach, and massaging her firm ass-cheeks.
The dark rogue made the most of her free hands and ripped off Max's t-shirt, revealing the perfect breasts she had sampled earlier. The excitement of it all was heightened by Max's roughness, and she gasped when she felt herself being lowered onto the petite woman's thigh.
A thigh she rode with undisguised need, sending sensations directly to her pulsing
clit. Faith could barely breathe long enough to take one of those puckered, erect nipples into her mouth. Max moaned from the exquisite pressure of her mouth, watching as Faith alternated between licking and sucking both her yearning points.
"I want to feel you." Max demanded.
"Mmmm, baby, I thought you were." Faith chuckled sexily.
Max began to slowly unzip the feverish brunette’s jeans, never leaving her gaze as she slid her fingers into Faith's drenched sex.
"You like being in control...huh?" Max asked suggestively.
Faith was too caught up in the feeling those pumping fingers provided to respond.
“I can tell you're not used to being fucked, always pursuing aren't you?" She sank her fingers in deeper as she taunted, “Hmm, you’re soaking wet… I think you like me being in charge, don’t you?”
“Ummm, either way, I always get who, and what I want.” Faith answered softly.
Max backed away from her, withdrawing her fingers without warning. She walked over to the bed; smiling lasciviously as she stripped. Faith could only stand there watching, weak with lust. Her pulse started to quicken imagining how Max would shiver under her mouth.
The russet –haired seductress climbed onto the bed propping herself up against the headboard. Her legs were bent at the knee and open, giving Faith an enticing look at her glistening nether–lips and her swollen clit.
Faith swallowed hard at the erotic display, trying not to lose her cool. She was intrigued by the power play unfolding before them, and was more than a willing participant in the game. Max ran a sinfully flexible tongue across the flats her fingers before reaching down to tease her moist slit.
“So are you just going to stand there and watch?” she shuddered as she stroked her clit lightly.
“I like to watch.” Faith walked closer to the bed.
The sexy rebel was no stranger to this game, and decided to do a little teasing of her own. She undressed without ceremony and placed her foot on the bed beside Max. Her clean-shaven mound was only inches from Max’s head.
“Watch me do what to you...this?” Max moved her nose close enough to Faith’s sex to feel the warmth. She blew a gust of heated breath across the older woman’s clit; liking the effect it had on her.
“If you want more, you’ll have to beg me for it.” Max pushed one of her fingers gingerly inside herself, lingering for a second before she moved it farther in.
Faith snorted with an assured grin and held the headboard for purchase as she swung her body onto the bed, leaving her feet on either side of Max’s head. She stood over Max in a looming posture assuming control, or so she thought.
“What was that you were saying about begging?” Faith toyed with her lips separating them slowly. “This is what you’ve been missing sleep over, isn’t it?”
She received an unspoken answer in the way Max’s mouth laid open in wonder, waiting for her next move. It was all she could do to contain her own desire, but she knew the game would be over if she gave in, and she so loved the chase.
Strong hands moved towards Faith’s hips pulling her sopping opening downward to a full, waiting mouth. The feel of Her lover’s tongue touching her sensitive flesh threatened to make Faith lose control.
“Hhhhh…mmm.” Max exclaimed reeling from the overwhelming assault on her senses offered by the smooth wetness enveloping her face.
“Don’t know... what made you think…you could get away from…ssss… damn baby.” The feeling of Max’s tongue flicking inside her was a grand equalizer, and Faith relented, giving up control.
Max caressed Faith’s engorged labia leisurely with her tongue, wanting to prolong her sighs and groans. She had never known a woman’s body could be so lush and open to her. Her previous lovers had served their purpose and nothing more.
This sweet capture moved her, and she realized that she was actually making love to Faith; it wasn’t about the conquest. She flexed her tongue, making it totally rigid and began thrusting rapidly; bobbing her head in a sweeping motion.
Faith felt the power in Max’s arms and hands as she held her steady, lapping at her vigorously. The slayer had never encountered this before; she was literally impaled on Max’s tongue. The warmth started to emanate from her stomach, the abdominal muscles tensing.
The symphony of voices Faith imagined the first time she met Max was being played out, and she was memorizing every erotic note. There was the wet, sensual smacking sound of flesh connecting with flesh as Max laved at her furiously. They both moaned as if answering each other in an unspoken language.
The telltale signs of Faith’s orgasm approached, as Max moved her searching mouth over her sensitive clit.
"Yes, that's it...take it in your mouth...suck me baby!" Faith growled from deep in her throat.
Faith anchored her fingers to the headboard and proceeded to ride Max’s face in a maddening, circular motion. Liquid fire seemed to pool in her center causing her heart to beat erratically in her chest.
Max’s tongue expertly manipulated the throbbing nerve bundle being thrust into her mouth by the piston-like gyrations of Faith’s hips. It was almost like she had some previous knowledge of the slayer’s pleasure points, but that was impossible; they had never met before now.
“Ohhh…cumming for…youuuu!” Faith’s body shuddered and shook, giving up all control to her lover.
Max feasted on her juices like some expensive delicacy she had been saving for. Faith’s legs gave way from the dizzying climax and Max utilized those enhanced muscles to support her like a baby as she crumpled down into the haven of her bed.
The brunette angel held the slayer as she slept, whispering in her ear when she stirred violently. It was clear that this arrogant, confident young minx was running from some pretty nasty demons of her own. Max would learn later that those demons had names, histories and perseverance.
Max eventually gave up her vigil and went to sleep cradled in the comfort of Faith’s body spooned into her back. They slept that way for hours, sensing a refuge in each other’s arms. Hunger woke Faith first and she laughed at the constant onslaught of her empty stomach.
*This would be so embarrassing if Max was hearin’ it*
She pondered as she watched the woman she was scared she loved; sleep in her
arms. Faith had time to take account of her beauty unclouded by the heat of lust. What she found was a gracefulness that humbled her, Max could’ve been a ballet dancer or a gymnast.
Faith lovingly ran her fingertips along Max’s jaw-line around the curve of her throat, pushing her hair back to expose the nape of her neck. She had intended to place little butterfly kisses there, but something strange caught her attention. It appeared to be some sort of tattoo, which Faith thought was cool and an even sexier addition to the total package.
When she looked closer, she recognized the symbol as something inherently familiar, a bar code. Max shrugged her shoulders as Faith touched her neck, trailing her fingers over the brand. Before Faith could react, Max was facing her; gripping her wrist in a defensive hold preventing her from using her arm. The glint in Max’s eyes told Faith it was automatic reflex, but that didn’t dull the pain of the awkward position her wrist was twisted in.
“Owww…baby! You can stop wiggin’, Faith here…HELLO.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry…I’m not used to.” Max’s voice disappeared as she released Faith’s arm and jumped from the bed.
“”Waking up with someone?” Faith finished the sentence for her.
“I guess you could say that, yes.’ Max grinned shyly, almost erasing the fact that she had nearly broken Faith’s arm.
“Two things…” Faith gestured with two fingers.
“What?” Max questioned coyly.
“First off, get your sexy little ass back in bed. Second of all, stop with the rough shit, wouldn’t wanna have to pound ya.”
Max respected the easy exchange between them, knowing from the way Faith had handled her bike; that she was formidable. The why’s and how’s of her circumstances remained to be seen.
“Well, it’s obvious that we have to talk, get up. I’ll fix us something to eat, I don’t think that tiger in your tank will object, do you?”
Faith pounced on her, pulling her back into bed. She grinned wickedly as she moved down Max’s body; her head stopping and hovering around her bikini line.
“One appetite at a time baby, c’mere.” Faith said in a predatory voice as her head disappeared within that silken triangle.
TBC