Malicious Beauty

Title: Malicious Beauty: Chapter Four.

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Faith reflects on things she did whilst in Buffy's body, unseen to our eyes. How will the two cope when feelings are out in the open?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything here, save for the storyline. All characters and the like are trademark properties of Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy and it's affiliates. Lyrics are copyrighted their owners and etc. Please don't sue. I'm just a poor girl. Really, I am.


Note: Everything in bold are lyrics. In italic are thoughts. Read and review. PLEASE. *Bats lashes.*

Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I promise in the next chapter there will be release for the girls.

- - - - - -

Buffys POV.

She's holding me down. Of course there's a sudden urge to knock her flat on her ass. Gods, I want to. Believe you, me I soooo do. Just to show her who's really the stronger one. Though given recent events, I'm thinking it might be in favor of her. Too much weight has been slapped on my back, my shoulders...whatever. I just wanna give in. Give in to her.

Trying to adjust myself for better comfort with Faith pinning me down, I can't help but feel my nipples rub against her own. Mmm, feels so good. I can't help but keep on rubbing against her chest. It's something I always did with everyone, I was ever with. Which makes me think.

Is she wearing a bra?

Does she ever wear a bra?

Does she even own a bra?

My breath gets caught somewhere between my throat and my brain. My body bucks under her some. She's running her cute nose all over my neck. Her nostrils are flaring, I can tell. Her tongue darts out just barely to let the nimble tip run along my scar. And when she does, I freeze under her. Body tensing up as my mind spins. Because did she just growl? Omigawd, she DID! Faith growled at me. It was low and it was sexy. My eyelids flutter, my fingers go to reach out for her, but before I can, she has my wrists bond together in one of her own and above my head.

There's so much life, I've left to live and this fire's burning still. What would happen if they ever knew I'm in love with you?

I can't help but moan in response as she grinds the front of her thigh into my pussy. I'm soaked. I don't think I've ever been this wet for anyone. She knows this. She has to by the way her knee runs up along my slit, digging into my clit and her eyes glint with specks of amber. There's nothing but animalistic lust to them.

And they're mirroring my own.

With such gentleness her lips crush to my own. Her tongue probbing immediately for access I grant her. She's challenging me and I answer. Our tongues swirl around one another, trying to force the other down so our lips could catch around and suckle the other's. It's me who gives in. I let out a cry of pleasure, pushing my hips up to keep the friction of her knee to my wet sex. Up and down, and she's realizing how much power she has over me, because suddenly she slows it all down. Her lips pull away with a rattling sound escaping her throat.

Cause I'd surrender everything to feel the chance to live again. I reach to you, and I know you can feel it too. I surrender.

"Shh, B. Don't wanna go wakin' the other girls up, now do you?" Drawing her free hand into my view, she wriggled the five fingers until she lets them disappear somewhere that my eyes can't follow. Where it lands is leaving me gasping out for more. One finger lightly traces over my swollen nub. Faith's digit slowly teasing it from under the thin panties I'm wearing in circular motions. A tightness inside my belly is knotting and I can feel the tension building up. My legs part further to keep Faith able to have all access. Only her attention drifts from my clit to my opening. Where she probes it with one finger. "So wet, B. Betcha been waitin' f'me to come give ya what ya want since we've met." And she's right. So right. There was, and is, a bond between us from the moment we saw each other in that alley behind the Bronze.

Her actions at probing aren't easing up. She's tormenting my clit and my pussy with malicious pride. "Need you." I'm surprised I can even form words, let alone speak them out. She grins like the Chesire cat for a moment while her thumb joins her index finger to squeeze my aching nub and cause me to let out another whimper from behind her lips, that once again seal around my own. Mmm, Faith's lips. So soft. I swear this is what Heaven's clouds are made out of. I should know. I've been there. Well, okay, I'm not sure if Heaven was where I was, but I think it might've been.

Our lips and tongues meet again, her mouth ravishing my own and her hold on my wrists becomes tighter. The ministrations down below fade for a split second and I groan in protest. My mouth breaking away from her's. "Touch me. Don't stop. Don't ever." The leader in me has to dish out some kind of orders. But too bad for me Faith doesn't like what she hears and she stops entirely.

Every night's getting longer and this fire's getting stronger, baby. I'll swallow all my pride and I'll be alive. Did you hear my call? I surrender all. I surrender everything to feel the chance to live again.

"You're not gettin' this, B. See, I do what I want. Not what you want me to do. Where's the fun in that?" Faith's voice drops dangerously low, but I'm not afraid. I know she wouldn't hurt me.

Oh, hush! I know she has before. But she's changed. Right? UGH!

With my thoughts all here and there, I'm not even paying attention to her actions. Faith somehow managed to strap my wrist to the headboard and with restraints I can't even crack. "Okay, bondage, not my deal, Faith. Undo me, now." I give the cuffs a hard tug and get rewarded with nothing other than Faith's laugh.

"Can't get outta those, B. Not unless you have these." Dangling in view came a silver key from a thin tan string, "Those babies are magic enforced. They can withstand a vamp, a demon or even a Slayer trying to break them. Pretty nifty, huh?"

Crap!

-To be continued.