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BtVS AU/AR › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
7,592
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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chapter 4
Chapter Four
Faith arrived home a pensive look on her face as she stormed into the building heading straight to the basement where all the work out equipment lived. Going to the stereo she turned it full blast, starting out on the punching bag. Faith threw punch after punch, working her self into a frenzy not caring who or what was around her she just let her self go. Stopping after a while, sweat dripping down her body, Faith realized that this wasn’t helping her any so she moved to shadow boxing as soon as a new song came to play on the radio.
Closing her eyes Faith moved her body to the beat, her body giving off an aura of a siren as her body move to the beat. Dodging invisible enemies, blocking invisible attacks as she moved striking out some hits of her own, some connecting, others almost throwing her off balance. The faster the beat the quicker she moved until she was imagining that she was dancing with the best of them. She was so caught up that she was surprised when she felt a punch that she had thrown out halt in mid air by some one else. Not even missing a beat she moved her leg up to kick high at the intruder sensing the duck of her foe she did a complete three-sixty hitting who ever it was in the stomach with her other foot and sending them to the ground with her fist. Opening her eyes, she stared at her downed father; a smirk on his face told her that he would be a willing sparing partner for the moment.
***
Looking up from his place on the floor a smirk firmly on his face Spike threw himself up into a fighting position.
He looked his daughter up and down noticing for the first time the fire that was behind her eyes. Knowing faith he knew that something had to of happened to her that she had not seen before hand. And that in itself was a conundrum in its self. There was not a lot that got passed his little girl. She was almost as good as he was probably better when it came to emotional warfare. Which means from the attitude and unstable way she was carrying herself something big must have gone down today; something that he wanted to know all about from the horse’s mouth if possible.
Father and daughter traded blows for an hour or so, neither putting any force behind the blows it almost felt like a training session to both of them, before they both stopped out of mutual exhaustion.
Breathing unneeded deep breaths spike looked at Faith waiting for her to start by telling him what had happened today to make her so hostile to take it out on the work out room.
“Care to share or are we just going to sit here like a bunch of pansies eh’?” spike asked bumping his shoulder against faiths.
A faint smile gracing her lips at spikes light teasing, she always loved these moments though like the bleach blond besides her she would deny it even after she was dead. It was moments like these that they could be themselves and not the vicious creatures that people presumed them as.
“I met the slayer today.” She said quietly, lying back on the work pads underneath her, staring up at the ceiling memories of what had happened today running through her head.
“Well, what happened? Did you kill her, rip her head off her shoulders and drink from her brain stem?” Spike asked getting excited at the images playing in his head only imaging himself as the one who was doing the damage.
“Nooo…not per say…” Faith hesitantly started, trying to figure out in her head how to say what had happened with the slayer and her.
Looking over at her he raised an eyebrow waiting to hear what damage his daughter had done to the blond bitch. Not hearing an answer forth coming he growled silently in warning.
Faith hearing this jumped up on her feet and started towards the stairs. “Ya know I think I might go up the stairs, shower feeling kinda sweaty and gross.”
She was half way up the stairs when she heard “Faaiith.”
Pausing for just a millisecond “ShehitmewithaswingingdoorsoIkissedherandthinkIloveher. Bye.” she ran up the stairs as fast as she could disappearing through the door while spike sat on his haunches deciphering what just came out of his daughters mouth.
His eyes widening as the demon within him came forth, jumping to his feet “WHAT!?! FAITH!?!” he yelled out stomping up the stairs after her.
***
Buffy was patrolling the cemeteries bored out of her mind. Trying to will the image of the 'incident' away from where it had been burned in. The ice cream and sulking had failed her so she thought that she would get a little slaying done to clear her head until she had to go home. But for some reason all the demons decided that tonight was the night to stay home apparently, 'Stupid demons' buffy thought, kicking the ground. Raising her head buffy looked up to find herself in front of Restfield cemetery looking out at the street. Turning her head to look almost forlornly at the cemetery behind her trying to will a demon with her mind to come out and distract her from going home to her mom and questions about how the slaying went; to keep her from thinking of ruby red lips and black cherries with the hint of smoke/sex on leather. Eyes widening, buffy shook her head of the thoughts that she was experiencing, immediately moving almost at a run thinking that maybe home wasn’t such a bad idea at all.
Buffy came home to a surprisingly dark house, looking at the clock in the living room she realized why. It was 4:45 in the morning; she had to be up in three hours.
"Uhgg, baggy eyes here I come. Oh god now I am starting to sound like Cordelia" Buffy complained out loud to no one hurriedly running up the stairs to her room. Not even bothering to change the blonde slayer collapsed on the bed immediately falling into a dream filled sleep, full of lips, brown eyes, and the softness of skin. She was just getting to the good part of her dream when she was awoken by a knocking on her window. Jumping up in bed she turned to face what ever was there she was slightly reminded of all the times when angel would appear at her window for some smoochies. Shaking her head of these thoughts, Buffy was surprised to find nothing as far as she could tell. Thinking that she might just be going insane like she had guessed earlier in the day she fell back to bed and went back to sleep.
Faith arrived home a pensive look on her face as she stormed into the building heading straight to the basement where all the work out equipment lived. Going to the stereo she turned it full blast, starting out on the punching bag. Faith threw punch after punch, working her self into a frenzy not caring who or what was around her she just let her self go. Stopping after a while, sweat dripping down her body, Faith realized that this wasn’t helping her any so she moved to shadow boxing as soon as a new song came to play on the radio.
Closing her eyes Faith moved her body to the beat, her body giving off an aura of a siren as her body move to the beat. Dodging invisible enemies, blocking invisible attacks as she moved striking out some hits of her own, some connecting, others almost throwing her off balance. The faster the beat the quicker she moved until she was imagining that she was dancing with the best of them. She was so caught up that she was surprised when she felt a punch that she had thrown out halt in mid air by some one else. Not even missing a beat she moved her leg up to kick high at the intruder sensing the duck of her foe she did a complete three-sixty hitting who ever it was in the stomach with her other foot and sending them to the ground with her fist. Opening her eyes, she stared at her downed father; a smirk on his face told her that he would be a willing sparing partner for the moment.
***
Looking up from his place on the floor a smirk firmly on his face Spike threw himself up into a fighting position.
He looked his daughter up and down noticing for the first time the fire that was behind her eyes. Knowing faith he knew that something had to of happened to her that she had not seen before hand. And that in itself was a conundrum in its self. There was not a lot that got passed his little girl. She was almost as good as he was probably better when it came to emotional warfare. Which means from the attitude and unstable way she was carrying herself something big must have gone down today; something that he wanted to know all about from the horse’s mouth if possible.
Father and daughter traded blows for an hour or so, neither putting any force behind the blows it almost felt like a training session to both of them, before they both stopped out of mutual exhaustion.
Breathing unneeded deep breaths spike looked at Faith waiting for her to start by telling him what had happened today to make her so hostile to take it out on the work out room.
“Care to share or are we just going to sit here like a bunch of pansies eh’?” spike asked bumping his shoulder against faiths.
A faint smile gracing her lips at spikes light teasing, she always loved these moments though like the bleach blond besides her she would deny it even after she was dead. It was moments like these that they could be themselves and not the vicious creatures that people presumed them as.
“I met the slayer today.” She said quietly, lying back on the work pads underneath her, staring up at the ceiling memories of what had happened today running through her head.
“Well, what happened? Did you kill her, rip her head off her shoulders and drink from her brain stem?” Spike asked getting excited at the images playing in his head only imaging himself as the one who was doing the damage.
“Nooo…not per say…” Faith hesitantly started, trying to figure out in her head how to say what had happened with the slayer and her.
Looking over at her he raised an eyebrow waiting to hear what damage his daughter had done to the blond bitch. Not hearing an answer forth coming he growled silently in warning.
Faith hearing this jumped up on her feet and started towards the stairs. “Ya know I think I might go up the stairs, shower feeling kinda sweaty and gross.”
She was half way up the stairs when she heard “Faaiith.”
Pausing for just a millisecond “ShehitmewithaswingingdoorsoIkissedherandthinkIloveher. Bye.” she ran up the stairs as fast as she could disappearing through the door while spike sat on his haunches deciphering what just came out of his daughters mouth.
His eyes widening as the demon within him came forth, jumping to his feet “WHAT!?! FAITH!?!” he yelled out stomping up the stairs after her.
***
Buffy was patrolling the cemeteries bored out of her mind. Trying to will the image of the 'incident' away from where it had been burned in. The ice cream and sulking had failed her so she thought that she would get a little slaying done to clear her head until she had to go home. But for some reason all the demons decided that tonight was the night to stay home apparently, 'Stupid demons' buffy thought, kicking the ground. Raising her head buffy looked up to find herself in front of Restfield cemetery looking out at the street. Turning her head to look almost forlornly at the cemetery behind her trying to will a demon with her mind to come out and distract her from going home to her mom and questions about how the slaying went; to keep her from thinking of ruby red lips and black cherries with the hint of smoke/sex on leather. Eyes widening, buffy shook her head of the thoughts that she was experiencing, immediately moving almost at a run thinking that maybe home wasn’t such a bad idea at all.
Buffy came home to a surprisingly dark house, looking at the clock in the living room she realized why. It was 4:45 in the morning; she had to be up in three hours.
"Uhgg, baggy eyes here I come. Oh god now I am starting to sound like Cordelia" Buffy complained out loud to no one hurriedly running up the stairs to her room. Not even bothering to change the blonde slayer collapsed on the bed immediately falling into a dream filled sleep, full of lips, brown eyes, and the softness of skin. She was just getting to the good part of her dream when she was awoken by a knocking on her window. Jumping up in bed she turned to face what ever was there she was slightly reminded of all the times when angel would appear at her window for some smoochies. Shaking her head of these thoughts, Buffy was surprised to find nothing as far as she could tell. Thinking that she might just be going insane like she had guessed earlier in the day she fell back to bed and went back to sleep.