New Desires
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
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28,327
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18
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Virgins
Chapter 8: Virgins
Faith growled in frustration. She had always been torn between light and dark, the good and the bad, the black and the white. She knew she could never fully be both, no matter how hard she tried. She could never be the complete bad ass who could sacrifice everything in her path. She could never be the perfect model of slayers, i.e. Buffy Summers. Buffy Summers. The one person who could completely get under Faith’s skin.
It all happened at a training session one night. Faith kicked the punching bag hard, almost sending it off the chain. Buffy raised an eyebrow and walked over to her.
“Careful there, tiger, don’t bring the whole building down with you,” the blonde smirked.
“Don’t worry, B, I’d let you know before I did any serious damage,” Faith panted as she walked over to the table and took a swig from her water bottle.
Buffy wrapped her hands and began to punch the bag once it had stopped swinging around in the air. Faith hopped up onto the table and watched her slayer in crime. The blonde had all the right moves. The way her body could twist and turn was titillating. Faith licked her dry lips and wondered what her friend was like in bed. Was she vanilla? Nah, couldn’t be, she had dated a vampire after all.
Buffy had been one of the rare people to not treat her like a total outcast. Faith had liked that. Now the two had shared plenty of words and had their moments where they had been at each other’s throats, but they still remained friends. Faith wasn’t sure about the other people in Buffy’s little gang. She didn’t trust them very much at all. Buffy stopped her punching routine and hugged the bag as she caught her breath. Faith couldn’t take it any longer.
“I want you,” she told Buffy simply.
“What?!” Buffy asked, looking up at her and not sure if she had heard Faith correctly or not.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time. I watch you…they way you fight, the way you move…it drives me crazy. You, slayer, are the one person who can get under my skin. You’re the one person that doesn’t make me afraid to open myself up to you,” Faith explained, hopping off the table and walking over to Buffy.
Buffy narrowed her light eyes and crossed her eyes.
“And what if I don’t want you? Maybe I’m not into girls,” she spat, taking a step back as Faith got closer to her, but deep down she was secretly intrigued by this aggressive move.
“Then I’ll just have to change your mind, won’t I?” Faith smirked, backing Buffy into the wall and pressing her body tightly against hers.
Buffy drew a ragged breath and looked into Faith’s deep, brown eyes. She shivered a bit.
“Then I guess you better hurry before I lose my patience,” Buffy replied with deep intensity in her voice.
Faith grinned and then crushed her lips against Buffy’s. The blonde responded with a soft moan and returned the kiss, letting her tongue slide into Faith’s mouth with ease. Faith’s hands grabbed Buffy’s hips, forcing their bodies closer together. Buffy reached her hands up and got her fingers tangled in Faith’s dark curls. The two kissed for a long time before Buffy pushed Faith away.
“I want to be on top,” she panted.
“Not a chance, blondie. I’m always on top,” Faith replied, her nipples growing hard.
Buffy growled, lust and desire pumping through her veins, and she grabbed Faith, kissing her hard again. She pushed them both down to the floor, her body on top of Faith’s. Faith didn’t like this at all. She was always in control. She didn’t like the feeling of losing it. Buffy was just in the moment and when she got to that point she became highly aggressive and wanted to be in control of everything.
Faith used all of her strength to push Buffy off and roll her onto her back. She climbed on top of the blonde slayer and pinned her arms to the ground.
“I am always on the top,” Faith told her seriously, with such intensity and desire for control in her eyes.
“I understand,” Buffy said softly as she felt a shiver rush down her spine.
She was thrilled with the power Faith was having over her. It reminded her of the nights she had spent with Angel. He had control over her and it wasn’t until now that she was reminded of just how much she missed it.
Faith growled in frustration. She had always been torn between light and dark, the good and the bad, the black and the white. She knew she could never fully be both, no matter how hard she tried. She could never be the complete bad ass who could sacrifice everything in her path. She could never be the perfect model of slayers, i.e. Buffy Summers. Buffy Summers. The one person who could completely get under Faith’s skin.
It all happened at a training session one night. Faith kicked the punching bag hard, almost sending it off the chain. Buffy raised an eyebrow and walked over to her.
“Careful there, tiger, don’t bring the whole building down with you,” the blonde smirked.
“Don’t worry, B, I’d let you know before I did any serious damage,” Faith panted as she walked over to the table and took a swig from her water bottle.
Buffy wrapped her hands and began to punch the bag once it had stopped swinging around in the air. Faith hopped up onto the table and watched her slayer in crime. The blonde had all the right moves. The way her body could twist and turn was titillating. Faith licked her dry lips and wondered what her friend was like in bed. Was she vanilla? Nah, couldn’t be, she had dated a vampire after all.
Buffy had been one of the rare people to not treat her like a total outcast. Faith had liked that. Now the two had shared plenty of words and had their moments where they had been at each other’s throats, but they still remained friends. Faith wasn’t sure about the other people in Buffy’s little gang. She didn’t trust them very much at all. Buffy stopped her punching routine and hugged the bag as she caught her breath. Faith couldn’t take it any longer.
“I want you,” she told Buffy simply.
“What?!” Buffy asked, looking up at her and not sure if she had heard Faith correctly or not.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time. I watch you…they way you fight, the way you move…it drives me crazy. You, slayer, are the one person who can get under my skin. You’re the one person that doesn’t make me afraid to open myself up to you,” Faith explained, hopping off the table and walking over to Buffy.
Buffy narrowed her light eyes and crossed her eyes.
“And what if I don’t want you? Maybe I’m not into girls,” she spat, taking a step back as Faith got closer to her, but deep down she was secretly intrigued by this aggressive move.
“Then I’ll just have to change your mind, won’t I?” Faith smirked, backing Buffy into the wall and pressing her body tightly against hers.
Buffy drew a ragged breath and looked into Faith’s deep, brown eyes. She shivered a bit.
“Then I guess you better hurry before I lose my patience,” Buffy replied with deep intensity in her voice.
Faith grinned and then crushed her lips against Buffy’s. The blonde responded with a soft moan and returned the kiss, letting her tongue slide into Faith’s mouth with ease. Faith’s hands grabbed Buffy’s hips, forcing their bodies closer together. Buffy reached her hands up and got her fingers tangled in Faith’s dark curls. The two kissed for a long time before Buffy pushed Faith away.
“I want to be on top,” she panted.
“Not a chance, blondie. I’m always on top,” Faith replied, her nipples growing hard.
Buffy growled, lust and desire pumping through her veins, and she grabbed Faith, kissing her hard again. She pushed them both down to the floor, her body on top of Faith’s. Faith didn’t like this at all. She was always in control. She didn’t like the feeling of losing it. Buffy was just in the moment and when she got to that point she became highly aggressive and wanted to be in control of everything.
Faith used all of her strength to push Buffy off and roll her onto her back. She climbed on top of the blonde slayer and pinned her arms to the ground.
“I am always on the top,” Faith told her seriously, with such intensity and desire for control in her eyes.
“I understand,” Buffy said softly as she felt a shiver rush down her spine.
She was thrilled with the power Faith was having over her. It reminded her of the nights she had spent with Angel. He had control over her and it wasn’t until now that she was reminded of just how much she missed it.