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Adult ++
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Hell Bent For Leather
Hell Bent For Leather
By Desirata41
Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters are exclusive
property Of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and UPN. The
characters Helena and The Huntress belong to the Writers
and Producers of 'Birds of Prey'´. I'm just having a
little wicked fun.
Rating: NC-17, Language, and sexual situations
Pairing: Faith/Huntress BTVS/Birds of Prey Crossover
Dedication: To my Bud helenakyle2002, whose love of the character
Huntress equals mine for Faith´
Summary: The Huntress and Faith literally bump heads on the streets
of New Gotham; chasing the same prey. What happens when
you mix one part Meta-human, one part Slayer and stir
things up?
Feedback: Give it to me baby...
She had been tracking the vampire for a week now. Two days of that
week were spent running through the damp, chilly underbelly of New
Gotham.
* Doesn't the sun ever shine in this town? All this doom and gloom is bringing me down. *
Faith didn't know a thing about the city. She was so used to breezing in and out of places, she stopped paying attention to detail. The only thing retained in her memory was enough info to navigate through its streets. There wasn't a lot of time to bewasted on getting lost. Every day the vamp ran free, meant it was
somebody's day to die and she couldn't let that happen.
Buffy had stumbled across a large nest with a particularly vicious leader on their last patrol. The peons all scurried like rats, but their leader didn't give up so easily. He promised to kill all Buffy held dear and then go after her.
The threat enraged Faith and she fought him with an anger Buffy had
never seen before. The anger made her careless and allowed the vamp
to escape. The Scoobs shrugged off the threat, agreeing the leader
was probably long gone, and not worth worrying about. Faith had seen vengeance in his eyes. She knew there was something different with him from his strength and fighting technique.
Research wasn't her strong point, but she didn't want to alert anyone to her plan, and went to the library alone. Giles was thorough and meticulous when it came to his bookkeeping, and she didn't have a problem finding the vamp by name.
One of the peonshad yelled it out, after she and Buffy caved in the door to their
hideout. Quastus was at least five hundred years old and hailed from
Greece. He and Angelus had pillaged together at one time, and he had a
reputation for being merciless. Faith knew he had every intention of carrying out his threat. There was only one thing he hadn't bargained on, she would be there to stop him.
She packed a bag, raided Giles weapons chest and had dinner with
Buffy one last time before confronting the ancient leader. One thing led to another, and here she was a week later in New Gotham. His trail wasn't hard to follow, the headlines of the local newspaper told the tail. He was killing indiscriminately, leaving the bodies for any unlucky soul who happened across them.
~~~~~~~~
Barbara Gordon had been reading those same headlines. She was pissed at the way the media glorified the crimes. There was speculation of a serial killer on the loose, and he was promptly named 'TheRaptor ' by the press. He left no calling card other than throats ferociously ripped from all the victims, and bodies drained of blood.
Helena threw the paper down in disgust, another innocent person dead
and the press had turned it all into a feeding frenzy to sell more
copies of that rag. It was then that she heard a familiar voice in
her head.
*I can catch him and I will. It takes an animal to know an animal*.
Her old friend the Huntress had surfaced momentarily, mirroring her wish to see this maniac brought to justice.
'They' had been scouting the back alleys and revisiting previous crime scenes to get a handle on what drove this killer. The Huntress was in constant contact with her friend on the inside of Gotham's Police Department, but Reese wasn't forthcoming with any information the paper hadn't already released.
He said he couldn't give her any details because it would undermine and compromise the Department's investigation. The Huntress had no concern for such things; she wanted the fiend dead. She and the Oracle strategically mapped out every rock worth looking under, every hole in the wall club and underground haunt in the city. The search was time consuming, even for a meta-human.
She and Barbara both felt the weight starting to bear down on their shoulders; from the self-appointed responsibility they had both assumed. Batman had reigned over these streets once, instilling terror in the hearts of all who chose the wrong road. Theirs was a new era, and they had accepted the torch when it was passed, vowing to protect New Gotham.
Helena was exhausted from the dogged determination of the the
Huntress. When her personality was suppressed she existed as pure
intellect in the back of the sleek avenger's mind. She was able
to share all the experiences and thoughts with her, and most times
she embraced prowling the night. However, lately when she regained
control of her body the toll of skipping rooftops, scaling walls and
reacting with lightening quick reflexes was becoming evident.
~~~~~~~
The tail of her black leather coat ruffled in the wind, as she perched over one hundred feet in the air on the ledge of a building awaiting further instruction from the earpiece that linked her to Oracle.
"Huntress, he's coming up on you fast from the South."
"I know Oracle, I smell him. I'm engaging pursuit."
She gingerly stepped forward and leapt from the ledge in a graceful
action reminiscent of a gymnast, letting the momentum of her fall
rotate her body as she tucked it inward on itself. She uncurled an
instant before hitting the ground, landing perfectly on her feet.
She smelled his scent, strong and pungent with a trace of fear. What on earth could an emotionless killer like this be afraid of? There was another aroma trailing in the air, but his scent was drowning it out.
In an attempt to look behind him seeking the face of his tracker, Quastas neglected to survey the path in which he was running. He turned to stare into golden feline eyes squinting with concentration as he felt two hands grip him with the power of a vise, stopping him in mid-stride and throwing him to the ground.
She pressed a booted stiletto heel to his throat, subduing him.
Everything in her wanted to press down with a force that would surely behead him, but there was a voice of reason.
*Huntress, don't! What if it's not him? *
The urgent nature of Helena's thoughts in her head gave her pause. She sensed the fluctuation of the wind coming in her direction, along with the muddled scent that had confused her earlier.
~~~~~~~
*Damn this fucker has some legs on him, I'm going to have to start working out harder*
She was only a few yards behind him, and her hand itched to drive a stake into his chest. You never knew what obstacles you would run into in an alley, and this city seemed to have a million of them.
Her slayer strength had kicked into overdrive, pumping her legs like pistons with no sign of fatigue. It would end tonight and she could go home with the knowledge that Buffy was safe, until the next bad-ass reared it's ugly head.
Her eyes adjusted well to the darkness, but the alley she had just run into was pitch black. She didn't slow down knowing her sight would adjust and he would be right in front of her. She felt blunt force in her neck area, a violent jerk that knocked the wind out of her, and then the sensation of being elevated.
When her vision cleared she saw the obstacle, and what a beautiful obstacle it was standing before her. The Huntress held her by the collar of her black leather jacket like she was a newborn pup. Her feet were swinging in the air a good foot from the ground.
"You're not from around here." The Huntress said coolly as she looked Faith over.
"Yeah, no shit, but it's not me you should be worryin' about."
Quastas saw his opportunity arise in the distraction happening between the two women, and wrenched free from the boot holding him captive. He barely had a change to stand upright and turn before he felt the point of a stake enter his chest.
"Oh no you don't, pelittlittle prick!" Faith's arm fell by her side after taking perfect aim and nailing her mark. She smiled with satisfaction watching the cloud of dust settle to the ground.
"Honey, I don't mind being close to a babe like you, but seeing as how I'm not the bad guy, hows about you put me the fuck down before I make ya."
This gutsy; gorgeous woman with attitude for days was fascinating, and she was more than a little troubled by the events she had just witnessed. Helena convinced her to listen to the compact brunette's story. Faith was begrudging lowered to the ground and given a little space.
The comlink in her ear buzzed frantically,"Huntress, what's going on? come in please." Oracle's voice queried.
"I'm fine Oracle, target has been apprehended and disposed of."
"Disposed of, since when did we start trying criminals on the street
Huntress?" Oracle's voice was agitated.
"I ran into some 'uh...interference, I'll explain later at the tower, Huntress out."
Faith looked the tall woman up and down slowly, letting her eyes take in every delicious curve. She had to stand almost six feet tall in bare feet. Long graceful legs were clad in black fishnet tights, accentuated by muscular calfs and thighs.
This melted into powerful hips, and a tight ass also clothed in black leather, that begged for attention. Her waist was small and supported the flattest most defined stomach Faith had ever seen.
Faith swallowed hard as her eyes continued the tour upward to pert, full breasts straining against a black leather bustier. To top it all off the chick had a face that could cause a major traffic accident. The slayer was lost in those strange golden eyes, and she found it difficult to speak when they caught her gaze.
"Cat got your tongue?" The huntress purred seductively.
"Um...no. It's just that I've never seen anyone like you before."
"Like me?" The Huntress raised an eyebrow.
'Yeah, ya know, with the super babe outfit and all. I've gotta tell ya though, I'm lovin' that leather look, it works."
"I can see you're a fan."
Huntress didn't try to disguise the fact that she was checking out the dark slayer, and her approval was apparent.
The tension in the misty air was palpable as the two woman stood, proudly representing their individuality, yet admiring the other. Faith hadn't slept for days. She was tired, hungry and in desperate need of a bath. She half wished The Huntress would invite her over to the Batcave, or whatever.
'You look like you could use a hot bath and something to eat. My place isn't far from here. Obviously that 'man' wasn't really a man, and I'd like you to tell me what happened here. Maybe we can share trade secrets since we're on the same side."
"Yeah, I'm definitely feeling that. I could use a hot bath and some eats." Faith looked down at herself and grimaced.
~~~~~~~~~
The tower was spacious and posh, but with a homey feel. After a few
introductions, Alfred ushered her off to the guest quarters. A hot bath was already drawn and waiting for her. There were all manner of sweet smelling lotions and bath salts to pamper her with. She relaxed for the first time in days, soaking away the aches and pains of slaying.
Meanwhile, Barbara and Helena discussed their houseguest. The Huntress had tired, and given up control for the time being. They had already established that Faith wasn't a normal woman chasing normal criminals.
'So tell me Helena, what type of powers did she exhibit?"
"Apart from having the brassiest attitude I've ever seen, she's quick, damned powerful, sees in the dark and has uncanny aim."
"Meta-human?"
"I don't think so Barbara, I didn't notice any physical metamorphosis at the time we engaged or after things calmed down."
"Let her rest for tonight she won't be receptive to any questions, but tomorrow I want you to get a complete workout with her. I've got to know what she's capable of. If she's half as strong as you say she is, we can use her. Go change your clothes and settle in, tonight she's just company."
~~~~~~~
Faith never wanted to leave the tub, even with a wicked dose of the H's taking hold. She closed her eyes and began to leisurelystroke her clit, liking the sensation of the warm water between her legs. Her mind's eye began to form a mental image like it alwaysdid when she pleasured herself; only this time it wasn't Buffy.
Full sensuous lips on the face of an angel, accompanied by a body
with the ripe sexuality of a Goddess plagued her. It was the Huntress causing her arousal, taking her seconds from the edge. Then she sat up in the tub with a start!
*B, what am I doing? Shit, gotta calm down. *
She decided to forego the water sports and get dressed, the delicious aroma of food filling her nostrils. Alfred had laid out a pair of cozy sweats and slippers.
*Hell, wonder if they're hiring. I could get used to this luxury gig quick.*
Helena greeted her in jeans and a t-shirt, a stark contrast to the
larger than life character that had brought her here.
"Hi, I hope everything was to your liking. If there's anything thing else you need, please feel free to tell Alfred. It looks like the clothes fit, I'm glad."
She watched Faith towel drying her dark mane, and couldn't help but think how beautiful she was. There was something untamed and dangerous about her, yet she carried herself with such confident grace.
"So thiswhatwhat you look like when you Kent down."
"Kent down?" Helena looked at her, puzzled.
"Yeah, like Supe turned into Clark Kent when he wasn't saving
the world, ya know? Hold on, you wouldn't happen to..."
Helena shook her head and laughed, "Know him? No, but I did meet
Batman once."
"Sorry, a girl's gotta ask." Faith smiled at her mischievously.
"Let's eat." Helena guided her toward the dining room.
Faith hoped they didn't have a bunch of fancy crap she didn't like, she would've settled for a burger. The table was adorned with several domed platters. Alfred entered the dining room carrying a smaller one that he sat in the middle of the rest.
He lifted the cover to reveal a six-pack of Corona's chilling invitingly in a nice bucket. To the hungry ladies delight he walked around the table, uncovering dish after dish. When he was done there was a banquet of ribs, hot wings, coleslaw, and baked beans sprawled out before them.
Helena was just as surprised as Faith, she recognized the specific color and smell of the barbeque sauce immediately, and knew it was take out from her favorite rib shack.
"Compliments of Miss Gordon." Alfred said jovially.
"Aw yeah, I love the way that lady thinks.'"Faith said as she grabbed a plate.
Helena left the table and ran to the tower terrace. Barbara was sitting there with an open laptop, looking up at the moon. She wasn't startled when she felt two well-developed arms snakearound her neck, delivering a gentle hung. She rubbed and patted those arms returning the affection.
"Barbara, I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything, you worked hard tracking this last creep. Go enjoy your evening."
Barbara poked at Helena's side and pushed her back in the direction of the dining room.
~~~~~
They unt until all the food was gone. The rndernder of the beer was taken into the living room where they lounged on a huge, deep couch. There was something buzzing between them. Helena felt a strong vibe coming from Faith; the attraction was magnetic and building. She had watched the younger woman observing her, from the corner of her eye all evening.
Faith's libido was overriding all reason, this was one of the few times she wished slaying didn't have such an effect on her. She and Buffy had really gotten close over the past few months, and she didn't want to do anything foolish. Helena's lips told her different, and those seductive eyes enticed.
*Take her, she wants you, I can smell it all over her. *
Helena tried to ignore the Huntress speakin tin the back of her mind. The more aroused she became, the more control slipped away from her. Common sense told her that she hardly knew Faith and sex would only complicate things, especially if she was asked to join the team. What would she tell Barbara, her inhibitions had taken over?
It would've been the truth, because just then they did. The Huntress surfaced in all her provocative glory and any chance Faith had of resisting disappeared. The tall brunette placed her beer on the coffee table and moved close enough to hear Faith's heartbeat. She could see the pulse point at the base of her neck,
just above the collarbone.
A warm rough tongue caressed Faith's neck at the pulse point, trailing all the way up to her chin. The Huntress stopped there, long enough to look in her eyes, before she sucked slowly on that chin. Her tongue darted back and forth suggestively before traveling the short distance to Faith's mouth,
Faith's heart skipped a beat when the Huntress straddled her and
slid a skillful tongue between her lips. She ground her pelvis into the slayer's kissing her deeply. The Huntress broke the kiss afew minutes later, allowing them to catch their breath.
"OH fuck." Faith sighed as her juices soaked through her panties.
"Right here?"
The Huntress shifted her weight making enough room to fit her hand down the front of Faith's sweatpants, entering her with two fingers.Faith bucked against her plunging fingers and panted, unable to speak. Her seducer whispered in her ear, licking it lasciviously.
'You've never been with anyone who could keep up before, have you. How many times do you think I'm going to make you cum tonight?"
"Mmmmm...uhhhh." Faith groaned out her answer as the moisture from her first orgasm ran down those pumping fingers.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you, beg me to fuck you."
The Huntress circled her thumb across Faith's engorged clit, taking her over the edge again. Faith recovered long enough to turn the tables by counterbalancing
her body, landing her lover on the couch underneath her. She pulled her jeans and panties down easily with one hand; sometimes slayer strength came in handy.
"Uh huh, what was all that talk about begging? I give as good as
I get." Her voice was husky with lust as she spoke.
The larger woman reveled in the heat coming off Faith, her senses tingling as she moved down her body; stopping at her well-trimmed bush. Before she knew it, Faith's tongue was buried deep in her willing pussy.
It seemed like she was gulping her juices. When the Huntress looked down at Faith, all she could see was a bobbing head making thorough love to her swollen sex. All she could hear were the erotically charged sounds of slurps and moans.
Faith's tongue and fingers went inside her even further searching out her g-spot.
Faith was rewarded when the Huntress growled low in her throat and clenched her thighs against her head. She began pushing her clit frantically into the slayer's face straining for every bit of contact she could muster.
"Yes baby, lick me...eat me up...you sexy bitch!"
Faith knew female ejaculation was possible, but she had never experienced it before until the Huntress came kicking and screaming in her mouth, covering her face with warm spurting nectar. They moved together, sustaining the moment for as long as they could before sitting upright on the couch.Helena looked at Faith with tenderness and stood up, taking her hand.
Faith noticed that her eyes had changed color again.
"So, which one are you?"
Helena led her towards the bedroom, "The one that wants you to stay."
END
By Desirata41
Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters are exclusive
property Of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and UPN. The
characters Helena and The Huntress belong to the Writers
and Producers of 'Birds of Prey'´. I'm just having a
little wicked fun.
Rating: NC-17, Language, and sexual situations
Pairing: Faith/Huntress BTVS/Birds of Prey Crossover
Dedication: To my Bud helenakyle2002, whose love of the character
Huntress equals mine for Faith´
Summary: The Huntress and Faith literally bump heads on the streets
of New Gotham; chasing the same prey. What happens when
you mix one part Meta-human, one part Slayer and stir
things up?
Feedback: Give it to me baby...
She had been tracking the vampire for a week now. Two days of that
week were spent running through the damp, chilly underbelly of New
Gotham.
* Doesn't the sun ever shine in this town? All this doom and gloom is bringing me down. *
Faith didn't know a thing about the city. She was so used to breezing in and out of places, she stopped paying attention to detail. The only thing retained in her memory was enough info to navigate through its streets. There wasn't a lot of time to bewasted on getting lost. Every day the vamp ran free, meant it was
somebody's day to die and she couldn't let that happen.
Buffy had stumbled across a large nest with a particularly vicious leader on their last patrol. The peons all scurried like rats, but their leader didn't give up so easily. He promised to kill all Buffy held dear and then go after her.
The threat enraged Faith and she fought him with an anger Buffy had
never seen before. The anger made her careless and allowed the vamp
to escape. The Scoobs shrugged off the threat, agreeing the leader
was probably long gone, and not worth worrying about. Faith had seen vengeance in his eyes. She knew there was something different with him from his strength and fighting technique.
Research wasn't her strong point, but she didn't want to alert anyone to her plan, and went to the library alone. Giles was thorough and meticulous when it came to his bookkeeping, and she didn't have a problem finding the vamp by name.
One of the peonshad yelled it out, after she and Buffy caved in the door to their
hideout. Quastus was at least five hundred years old and hailed from
Greece. He and Angelus had pillaged together at one time, and he had a
reputation for being merciless. Faith knew he had every intention of carrying out his threat. There was only one thing he hadn't bargained on, she would be there to stop him.
She packed a bag, raided Giles weapons chest and had dinner with
Buffy one last time before confronting the ancient leader. One thing led to another, and here she was a week later in New Gotham. His trail wasn't hard to follow, the headlines of the local newspaper told the tail. He was killing indiscriminately, leaving the bodies for any unlucky soul who happened across them.
~~~~~~~~
Barbara Gordon had been reading those same headlines. She was pissed at the way the media glorified the crimes. There was speculation of a serial killer on the loose, and he was promptly named 'TheRaptor ' by the press. He left no calling card other than throats ferociously ripped from all the victims, and bodies drained of blood.
Helena threw the paper down in disgust, another innocent person dead
and the press had turned it all into a feeding frenzy to sell more
copies of that rag. It was then that she heard a familiar voice in
her head.
*I can catch him and I will. It takes an animal to know an animal*.
Her old friend the Huntress had surfaced momentarily, mirroring her wish to see this maniac brought to justice.
'They' had been scouting the back alleys and revisiting previous crime scenes to get a handle on what drove this killer. The Huntress was in constant contact with her friend on the inside of Gotham's Police Department, but Reese wasn't forthcoming with any information the paper hadn't already released.
He said he couldn't give her any details because it would undermine and compromise the Department's investigation. The Huntress had no concern for such things; she wanted the fiend dead. She and the Oracle strategically mapped out every rock worth looking under, every hole in the wall club and underground haunt in the city. The search was time consuming, even for a meta-human.
She and Barbara both felt the weight starting to bear down on their shoulders; from the self-appointed responsibility they had both assumed. Batman had reigned over these streets once, instilling terror in the hearts of all who chose the wrong road. Theirs was a new era, and they had accepted the torch when it was passed, vowing to protect New Gotham.
Helena was exhausted from the dogged determination of the the
Huntress. When her personality was suppressed she existed as pure
intellect in the back of the sleek avenger's mind. She was able
to share all the experiences and thoughts with her, and most times
she embraced prowling the night. However, lately when she regained
control of her body the toll of skipping rooftops, scaling walls and
reacting with lightening quick reflexes was becoming evident.
~~~~~~~
The tail of her black leather coat ruffled in the wind, as she perched over one hundred feet in the air on the ledge of a building awaiting further instruction from the earpiece that linked her to Oracle.
"Huntress, he's coming up on you fast from the South."
"I know Oracle, I smell him. I'm engaging pursuit."
She gingerly stepped forward and leapt from the ledge in a graceful
action reminiscent of a gymnast, letting the momentum of her fall
rotate her body as she tucked it inward on itself. She uncurled an
instant before hitting the ground, landing perfectly on her feet.
She smelled his scent, strong and pungent with a trace of fear. What on earth could an emotionless killer like this be afraid of? There was another aroma trailing in the air, but his scent was drowning it out.
In an attempt to look behind him seeking the face of his tracker, Quastas neglected to survey the path in which he was running. He turned to stare into golden feline eyes squinting with concentration as he felt two hands grip him with the power of a vise, stopping him in mid-stride and throwing him to the ground.
She pressed a booted stiletto heel to his throat, subduing him.
Everything in her wanted to press down with a force that would surely behead him, but there was a voice of reason.
*Huntress, don't! What if it's not him? *
The urgent nature of Helena's thoughts in her head gave her pause. She sensed the fluctuation of the wind coming in her direction, along with the muddled scent that had confused her earlier.
~~~~~~~
*Damn this fucker has some legs on him, I'm going to have to start working out harder*
She was only a few yards behind him, and her hand itched to drive a stake into his chest. You never knew what obstacles you would run into in an alley, and this city seemed to have a million of them.
Her slayer strength had kicked into overdrive, pumping her legs like pistons with no sign of fatigue. It would end tonight and she could go home with the knowledge that Buffy was safe, until the next bad-ass reared it's ugly head.
Her eyes adjusted well to the darkness, but the alley she had just run into was pitch black. She didn't slow down knowing her sight would adjust and he would be right in front of her. She felt blunt force in her neck area, a violent jerk that knocked the wind out of her, and then the sensation of being elevated.
When her vision cleared she saw the obstacle, and what a beautiful obstacle it was standing before her. The Huntress held her by the collar of her black leather jacket like she was a newborn pup. Her feet were swinging in the air a good foot from the ground.
"You're not from around here." The Huntress said coolly as she looked Faith over.
"Yeah, no shit, but it's not me you should be worryin' about."
Quastas saw his opportunity arise in the distraction happening between the two women, and wrenched free from the boot holding him captive. He barely had a change to stand upright and turn before he felt the point of a stake enter his chest.
"Oh no you don't, pelittlittle prick!" Faith's arm fell by her side after taking perfect aim and nailing her mark. She smiled with satisfaction watching the cloud of dust settle to the ground.
"Honey, I don't mind being close to a babe like you, but seeing as how I'm not the bad guy, hows about you put me the fuck down before I make ya."
This gutsy; gorgeous woman with attitude for days was fascinating, and she was more than a little troubled by the events she had just witnessed. Helena convinced her to listen to the compact brunette's story. Faith was begrudging lowered to the ground and given a little space.
The comlink in her ear buzzed frantically,"Huntress, what's going on? come in please." Oracle's voice queried.
"I'm fine Oracle, target has been apprehended and disposed of."
"Disposed of, since when did we start trying criminals on the street
Huntress?" Oracle's voice was agitated.
"I ran into some 'uh...interference, I'll explain later at the tower, Huntress out."
Faith looked the tall woman up and down slowly, letting her eyes take in every delicious curve. She had to stand almost six feet tall in bare feet. Long graceful legs were clad in black fishnet tights, accentuated by muscular calfs and thighs.
This melted into powerful hips, and a tight ass also clothed in black leather, that begged for attention. Her waist was small and supported the flattest most defined stomach Faith had ever seen.
Faith swallowed hard as her eyes continued the tour upward to pert, full breasts straining against a black leather bustier. To top it all off the chick had a face that could cause a major traffic accident. The slayer was lost in those strange golden eyes, and she found it difficult to speak when they caught her gaze.
"Cat got your tongue?" The huntress purred seductively.
"Um...no. It's just that I've never seen anyone like you before."
"Like me?" The Huntress raised an eyebrow.
'Yeah, ya know, with the super babe outfit and all. I've gotta tell ya though, I'm lovin' that leather look, it works."
"I can see you're a fan."
Huntress didn't try to disguise the fact that she was checking out the dark slayer, and her approval was apparent.
The tension in the misty air was palpable as the two woman stood, proudly representing their individuality, yet admiring the other. Faith hadn't slept for days. She was tired, hungry and in desperate need of a bath. She half wished The Huntress would invite her over to the Batcave, or whatever.
'You look like you could use a hot bath and something to eat. My place isn't far from here. Obviously that 'man' wasn't really a man, and I'd like you to tell me what happened here. Maybe we can share trade secrets since we're on the same side."
"Yeah, I'm definitely feeling that. I could use a hot bath and some eats." Faith looked down at herself and grimaced.
~~~~~~~~~
The tower was spacious and posh, but with a homey feel. After a few
introductions, Alfred ushered her off to the guest quarters. A hot bath was already drawn and waiting for her. There were all manner of sweet smelling lotions and bath salts to pamper her with. She relaxed for the first time in days, soaking away the aches and pains of slaying.
Meanwhile, Barbara and Helena discussed their houseguest. The Huntress had tired, and given up control for the time being. They had already established that Faith wasn't a normal woman chasing normal criminals.
'So tell me Helena, what type of powers did she exhibit?"
"Apart from having the brassiest attitude I've ever seen, she's quick, damned powerful, sees in the dark and has uncanny aim."
"Meta-human?"
"I don't think so Barbara, I didn't notice any physical metamorphosis at the time we engaged or after things calmed down."
"Let her rest for tonight she won't be receptive to any questions, but tomorrow I want you to get a complete workout with her. I've got to know what she's capable of. If she's half as strong as you say she is, we can use her. Go change your clothes and settle in, tonight she's just company."
~~~~~~~
Faith never wanted to leave the tub, even with a wicked dose of the H's taking hold. She closed her eyes and began to leisurelystroke her clit, liking the sensation of the warm water between her legs. Her mind's eye began to form a mental image like it alwaysdid when she pleasured herself; only this time it wasn't Buffy.
Full sensuous lips on the face of an angel, accompanied by a body
with the ripe sexuality of a Goddess plagued her. It was the Huntress causing her arousal, taking her seconds from the edge. Then she sat up in the tub with a start!
*B, what am I doing? Shit, gotta calm down. *
She decided to forego the water sports and get dressed, the delicious aroma of food filling her nostrils. Alfred had laid out a pair of cozy sweats and slippers.
*Hell, wonder if they're hiring. I could get used to this luxury gig quick.*
Helena greeted her in jeans and a t-shirt, a stark contrast to the
larger than life character that had brought her here.
"Hi, I hope everything was to your liking. If there's anything thing else you need, please feel free to tell Alfred. It looks like the clothes fit, I'm glad."
She watched Faith towel drying her dark mane, and couldn't help but think how beautiful she was. There was something untamed and dangerous about her, yet she carried herself with such confident grace.
"So thiswhatwhat you look like when you Kent down."
"Kent down?" Helena looked at her, puzzled.
"Yeah, like Supe turned into Clark Kent when he wasn't saving
the world, ya know? Hold on, you wouldn't happen to..."
Helena shook her head and laughed, "Know him? No, but I did meet
Batman once."
"Sorry, a girl's gotta ask." Faith smiled at her mischievously.
"Let's eat." Helena guided her toward the dining room.
Faith hoped they didn't have a bunch of fancy crap she didn't like, she would've settled for a burger. The table was adorned with several domed platters. Alfred entered the dining room carrying a smaller one that he sat in the middle of the rest.
He lifted the cover to reveal a six-pack of Corona's chilling invitingly in a nice bucket. To the hungry ladies delight he walked around the table, uncovering dish after dish. When he was done there was a banquet of ribs, hot wings, coleslaw, and baked beans sprawled out before them.
Helena was just as surprised as Faith, she recognized the specific color and smell of the barbeque sauce immediately, and knew it was take out from her favorite rib shack.
"Compliments of Miss Gordon." Alfred said jovially.
"Aw yeah, I love the way that lady thinks.'"Faith said as she grabbed a plate.
Helena left the table and ran to the tower terrace. Barbara was sitting there with an open laptop, looking up at the moon. She wasn't startled when she felt two well-developed arms snakearound her neck, delivering a gentle hung. She rubbed and patted those arms returning the affection.
"Barbara, I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything, you worked hard tracking this last creep. Go enjoy your evening."
Barbara poked at Helena's side and pushed her back in the direction of the dining room.
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They unt until all the food was gone. The rndernder of the beer was taken into the living room where they lounged on a huge, deep couch. There was something buzzing between them. Helena felt a strong vibe coming from Faith; the attraction was magnetic and building. She had watched the younger woman observing her, from the corner of her eye all evening.
Faith's libido was overriding all reason, this was one of the few times she wished slaying didn't have such an effect on her. She and Buffy had really gotten close over the past few months, and she didn't want to do anything foolish. Helena's lips told her different, and those seductive eyes enticed.
*Take her, she wants you, I can smell it all over her. *
Helena tried to ignore the Huntress speakin tin the back of her mind. The more aroused she became, the more control slipped away from her. Common sense told her that she hardly knew Faith and sex would only complicate things, especially if she was asked to join the team. What would she tell Barbara, her inhibitions had taken over?
It would've been the truth, because just then they did. The Huntress surfaced in all her provocative glory and any chance Faith had of resisting disappeared. The tall brunette placed her beer on the coffee table and moved close enough to hear Faith's heartbeat. She could see the pulse point at the base of her neck,
just above the collarbone.
A warm rough tongue caressed Faith's neck at the pulse point, trailing all the way up to her chin. The Huntress stopped there, long enough to look in her eyes, before she sucked slowly on that chin. Her tongue darted back and forth suggestively before traveling the short distance to Faith's mouth,
Faith's heart skipped a beat when the Huntress straddled her and
slid a skillful tongue between her lips. She ground her pelvis into the slayer's kissing her deeply. The Huntress broke the kiss afew minutes later, allowing them to catch their breath.
"OH fuck." Faith sighed as her juices soaked through her panties.
"Right here?"
The Huntress shifted her weight making enough room to fit her hand down the front of Faith's sweatpants, entering her with two fingers.Faith bucked against her plunging fingers and panted, unable to speak. Her seducer whispered in her ear, licking it lasciviously.
'You've never been with anyone who could keep up before, have you. How many times do you think I'm going to make you cum tonight?"
"Mmmmm...uhhhh." Faith groaned out her answer as the moisture from her first orgasm ran down those pumping fingers.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you, beg me to fuck you."
The Huntress circled her thumb across Faith's engorged clit, taking her over the edge again. Faith recovered long enough to turn the tables by counterbalancing
her body, landing her lover on the couch underneath her. She pulled her jeans and panties down easily with one hand; sometimes slayer strength came in handy.
"Uh huh, what was all that talk about begging? I give as good as
I get." Her voice was husky with lust as she spoke.
The larger woman reveled in the heat coming off Faith, her senses tingling as she moved down her body; stopping at her well-trimmed bush. Before she knew it, Faith's tongue was buried deep in her willing pussy.
It seemed like she was gulping her juices. When the Huntress looked down at Faith, all she could see was a bobbing head making thorough love to her swollen sex. All she could hear were the erotically charged sounds of slurps and moans.
Faith's tongue and fingers went inside her even further searching out her g-spot.
Faith was rewarded when the Huntress growled low in her throat and clenched her thighs against her head. She began pushing her clit frantically into the slayer's face straining for every bit of contact she could muster.
"Yes baby, lick me...eat me up...you sexy bitch!"
Faith knew female ejaculation was possible, but she had never experienced it before until the Huntress came kicking and screaming in her mouth, covering her face with warm spurting nectar. They moved together, sustaining the moment for as long as they could before sitting upright on the couch.Helena looked at Faith with tenderness and stood up, taking her hand.
Faith noticed that her eyes had changed color again.
"So, which one are you?"
Helena led her towards the bedroom, "The one that wants you to stay."
END