Rebel Yell

TITLE: Rebel Yell

RATING: NC-17

AUTHOR: freelance spice

FEEDBACK: Yes. Dammit.

PAIRING: Buffy/Faith - PWP

NOTES: I've been writing such sweet Winnedy fic that I needed to get my primal slayer lust out. Bwahahaha.

DISCALIMER: Joss owns them. He is the Lord of all things Buffy. Praise Joss. Amen.

Faith leaned against the tombstone, watching Buffy intently as she exited Spike's crypt. The blonde spotted the dark slayer and did an immediate double take.

"Faith? What are you... how...?"

"Another quest to boink the undead?"

"Fuck off. You wouldn't get it anyway."

"I get it. I turn evil, go to jail and you've got to find an outlet for that primal slayer lust."

"No! Well, maybe." Buffy stared at the brunette. "What do you want?"

"Nothing. You. It's just a PWP anyway, so what does it matter?"

"Good point."

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The door to trusty trashy motel room number three opened. Buffy followed Faith inside the familiar territory, shutting the door behind her.

The rogue slayer tossed her jacket in the corner and sat on the edge of the bed. She raised her eyebrows at the blonde.

Buffy took a deep breath. Faith had been in prison for a good two years. She hadn't even seen her since she'd turned herself in. It was funny, all that time and she still could remember just how the other girl's skin felt under her fingertips.

Faith pulled off her boots. "You gonna stand there and think about it all night, B, or are you gonna get to it?"

Buffy's jacket hit the floor. She made her way over to the younger girl and pushed her back onto the bed, straddling her hips. "How's this?"

"Not bad."

The blonde's gaze wandered down Faith's body then back up to her puppy dog eyes. She leaned down and kissed her, not violently, yet not gently either. The Southie slayer's mouth opened slightly, allowing Buffy's tongue to meet with hers. Delicate hands moved roughly under the brunette's tank top, over the bra, back down the stomach. Faith grabbed a handful of blonde hair, causing a slight moan from the other slayer.

Buffy tugged at Faith's shirt. They broke the kiss long enough to each get the other girl topless, then Faith flipped the other girl onto her back. She kissed her way from Buffy's ear all the way down to her breasts, teasing her way around a nipple, then finally taking one into her mouth, sucking, nibbling, making the senior slayer breathe a bit more heavily. The shorter slayer's hands dug through Faith's hair, across her neck, down her back. The brunette moved further down to Buffy's waistband, grazing her tongue across the slayer's belly. Buffy involuntarily shuddered.

She pulled the dark slayer back up and kissed her firmly on the lips. Faith broke away. Buffy moved in to kiss her again, but the other girl moved back, just out of reach, a playful glimmer in her eye. The blonde grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms up over her head, forcing Faith closer to her, but she still wasn't close enough. Buffy shifted, her thigh causing a bit of pressure between Faith's legs. The Southie slayer groaned and leaned down, kissing the blonde. Wrists were released and the Chosen One's hands busied themselves with Faith's pants.

This caused a chain reaction and immediately both slayers were fully naked, hands reveling in soft slayer skin. Buffy's fingers sought out a certain familiar dampness on the other girl. She found it more than damp... her fingers tracing the wetness, finding the rogue slayer's clit.

"Jesus." Faith exhaled, her own hands on a quest to do the same to Buffy. Two fingers slipped into the smaller slayer.

Buffy reciprocated, doing the same to the other girl. Legs wrapped up in legs, putting pressure on hands, the friction of slayer on slayer. The scent of slayer sex and slayer sweat mingling in the cheap motel room.

One or the other or both of them cried out for more. More pressure. More friction. More of this thing that they were doing. More of what they hadn't had in so long. More of what was probably dangerous and wrong and would ultimately just complicate things even further.

"Oh god, Faith..." Buffy muttered, her breathing rapid.

Faith's breathing was a near exact match. "B... Buffy... I'm... god..."

They both found the edge and pushed each other over it. Bodies clenching, heartbeats pounding, neither slayer knowing where one of them ended and the other began.

Faith took the risk of looking up into Buffy's eyes. There was nothing but them right now. Maybe it wasn't love. But it wasn't just sex. It wasn't just a random fuck in the night. It was a slayer thing.