Fragments

Prompt #6: First Meeting.

Yes, this is another "post-Chosen Buffy and Faith hungry and horny" scenario. I was hoping I could stray from it.. but frankly, I've run out of ideas for this prompt after mulling over several for the last few days. :P

Slightly graphic/gratuitous/sexy sex ahead.

It was one week after the battle with the First when Faith brought it up.

"We just both need to get laid, Blondie. Prolly should just fuck each other to get it over with."

I nearly spit out my beer, but I keep a straight face. "No offense, Faith, but I like my sex partners of the male variety." I don't sound convincing, and we both know it.

Faith just shrugs. "I usually do too. But the pickings are slim, honestly. All the hotties either fled LA or have been previously claimed by the Juniors."

True, I think to myself. The Potential Slayers- well, now the Slayers- have certainly made themselves comfy with the "horny" aspect of slaying.

The both of us sit at the bar, watching a few of them now. Dancing, making their way around the club. Faith and I have been scouting for guys too, but have been losing in the luck department. Don't get me wrong, I'm not much interested in casual sex- but after the fight in the Hellmouth, every single one of us had some tension to work off. With each day that goes by without any relief, Faith and I just get more wound up.

The other Slayer next to me just sighs, finishing off her beer and rising from the bar stool. "Well, you spot any potential candidates, lemme know."

I nod, and out of the corner of my eye see her disappear. Then, I feel her press into me from behind, and she leans in close.

"Feel like handling this little problem on our own, you know where to find me."

A shudder goes through me. I clench my thighs together. This time, she moves away from me, and I turn to find she's actually left.

Shit.

So that's how we found ourselves in this current predicament. A few hours after that conversation, and I decided to head home. A few minutes from the club, down an alley near a close by convenience store, I find Faith fighting six vampires.

It begins to rain hard, the skies illuminated with lightning. Loud thunder rumbles through the area as we finish off the vampires.

We're breathing heavy; they certainly put up a good fight. The rain got me soaked, and I'm shaking from the cold. More so from the tension that's increased tenfold. I look at Faith.

Her eyes look black as she stares back at me. She kinda looks like she's about to eat me alive, and somehow I find myself okay with that.

I find myself up against the wall of the alley, Faith pressed hard against me as her fingers grip my waist. She looks at me with a question in her eyes, and I'm sure she finds no hesitation in mine. She presses her lips to mine. Her mouth is like liquid fire, and it makes me moan.

It's not long before we've got fingers buried deep inside each other. Faith is absolutely drenched, and I don't mean from the rain. From the lack of difficulty it takes to slide her fingers inside, then out, then in again, I'm fairly certain I'm just as wet.

Both of us come quicker than I'm okay with. I feel empty when our fingers leave each other. But Faith kisses me again, hard and hot, our tongues dancing and fighting for dominance. Then she takes my hand, and my lips curve slightly, because I know this is just the beginning.