Dylan's Pass

Dylan's Pass

By Desirata41

Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters are exclusive property
of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and UPN.

Rating: NC-17, Language, and sexual situations

Pairing: Faith/Buffy

Dedication: This is for Dylan, a writer whom I've come to respect and
enjoy. I hope this gives you half as much pleasure as you
have given me.


Summary: Faith and Buffy have just raided a huge vamp nest, and
manage to escape by the skin of their teeth. Lucky enough
for our two slayers, an unsuspecting Anya happens to drive
by on the way to Xander's apartment. Emotions run hot and
heavy between the charged up slayers. Anya gets to see how
a slayer really moves, from her rear-view mirror.

Notes: Just let me rock this...I hate canon.



Feedback: Give it to me baby...NOW!

Anya's Pov

I really want to let them know how inconvenienced I feel right now. I could be riding Xander right now, making the "Monkey love" as he calls
it. Instead here I am pulling their unappreciative asses from yet another jam. Nobody ever realizes or acknowledges what I do around here.

I'm not just Xander's sex toy, even though I wouldn't consider that to be a bad thing. An ex-vengeance demon can be quite handy in a pinch...I know things. I've seen the fall of several civilizations and live to tell about it. Giles sees me for what I really am, a wealth of knowledge to be respected and utilized, not some damned get-away driver!


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They were running frantically at peak slayer speed, but the remaining vamps were outraged at their intrusion, and gaining on them. Faith rounded the corner first with Buffy in tow.

"Damn it B...move your ass!" Faith smiled at the phrase, thinking about the same thing with a different meaning, *Yeah baby, I would definitely love to see you move your ass.*

"You're just showing off, so what if you always ran faster than me." Buffy struggled to keep up with Faith, her hand interlocked with the dark slayers and holding tight.

They both gasped when the cadet blue Dodge Stratus screeched to a halt in front of them and the door opened.

"I suppose it would be fitting if I saved the two of you...get in." Anya remarked rather casually.

"What the...where did...how di...?" Buffy mumbled while Faith pulled her into the back seat of the already moving vehicle."

"Who gives a shit B? Just get your legs in here before you qualify for disability!"

Both women sat in the back seat, covered in sweat and God knows whose blood. They were oblivious to the way they clung to each other. Faith held Buffy against her protectively, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Buffy in turn, seemed to welcome the security of Faith's arms cradling her so tightly. *Look at them, everyone else knows they love each other but them* Anya smirked as she gazed into her rear-view mirror at the disheveled superheroes.

Her once cold, black heart lurched as she watched Faith holding Buffy so possessively and melted even more when she saw Buffy bury her head in Faith's shoulder.

"Ya know B, we've been in a lot of close scrapes, you've saved my ass and I've saved yours; but tonight was different. We almost didn't make it and I...just wanted you to know that...aw fuck B." Faith lowered her head onto Buffy's and sighed.

Strong yet slender fingers weaved their way through Faith's hair and Buffy looked into soulful brown eyes.

"Don't you know what you mean to me? What you've always
meant?" Buffy whispered against Faith's lips as she slipped her tongue hesitantly between them.

"Mmmmm." Faith whimpered at the feel of Buffy's lips and welcomed her tongue tenderly.

The kiss deepened as Buffy felt Faith's arms tighten around her and suddenly they both forgot about Anya. The battle fatigue that throbbed in their joints earlier was being replaced by something else. Neither of them could deny the nagging, demanding want wafting up from their bodies in a wave of heat. Faith wrapped her leg around Buffy's hip drawing her in closer.

"Whoa...Faith...maybe...uh, we should stop."

Faith reached her hand between Buffy's legs and traced her fingers along the moist material covering her mound.

"Don't wanna B." Faith ran the tip of her tongue teasingly over Buffy's lips as she looked at Anya in the rear-view mirror and waggled an eyebrow.

Anya momentarily lost her concentration at Faith's unabashed display, and the car weaved across the road.

"Hey Annie, keep your eyes on the road!" Faith smirked as she watched Anya watching her hand move to Buffy's breast.

*Gotdamned succubus* Anya thought when she felt the first twinges of excitement invade her. She knew Xander had never made her feel the way she was feeling now, carnal and animalistic.

The faint sound of a zipper being pulled down; emanated in the hushed silence, followed by a tortured moan from Buffy.

"Ohhhh...Faith...please don't."

"You know you want me to B, let me make you feel good." The huskiness in Faith's voice only made the blonde slayer's legs open wider giving more access to her wetness.

*Oh Hades! * The former vengeance demon murmured to herself as she plotted the scenic route to their destination. This little scenario was much too interesting to be over in a shortcut.

It occurred to her that she could hang a left at the next light and drive through the park. There was a winding road there that eventually turned into the street just one block over from Xander's.

It was called 'Dylan's Pass' and there was a legend that went with the origin of the road. Every town had one, a local Lover's Lane of sorts. She could kill more than one bird and see what she had been curious about since the first time she saw Buffy's reaction when Faith walked into a room.

She and Xander had spent more than one cum-filled night courtesy of the "Chosen Two", even though neither of them would speak their fantasy out loud.

"SSSSSSS...fuck me." The blonde slayer moaned from the recesses of her heaving chest.

"How hard?" A darker voice answered with an arrogance born of innate sexuality.

Anya felt the beads of sweat begin their dance on her forehead and upper lip. It was time to wait for the earth to move...the slayers were finally fucking.

The leather creaked from the weight and motion of their bodies in the backseat, testing for durability no Scientist had ever conceived of in his lab.

The only light on the winding path came from a full moon. A fitting backdrop for the two heated lovers, as they rode through the forest that sheltered the lairs of the very things they hunted.

Every retched thing that crawled or howled drew a reprieve as the two delved further into each other, oblivious to their surroundings. The engine purred in unison with their cries of lust.

*I never imagined Faith's tongue could be that...Fuck! * Anya's already erect nipples threatened to burst as she watched Buffy's legs wrap around her dark counterpart's shoulders pulling her deeper into her moist, slick folds and holding her there. Then those powerful, shapely hips began to undulate in a slow, sensual rhythm.

The only thing she could compare to the slippery, succulent sound she was hearing was the devouring of ripe, delicious fruit. Peaches to be exact, that would explain the juice slathered across Faith's cheeks and dripping off her chin as she came up for a much needed breath, wearing a smile that left nothing to Anya's pornographic imaginings of how Buffy must have tasted.

The car screeched to a halt a few steps from Xander's door, but no one hurried to leave the automobile. Anya decided to prove the theory that three was indeed a crowd and leaped over the backseat into the fray. The slayers were far too aroused to deny themselves an extra added pleasure such as the sultry brunette now in their midst.

Faith looked at Buffy, and Buffy nodded in her turn; a hardy affirmative to the doing of the demon. And do her they did, in legendary fashion. So much so, that the frantic shaking of the car drew the attention of an anxious Xander, who had been looking out the window every few moments hoping to see the delayed Stratus.

He ventured out onto the street, wondering why the car had been sitting for so long with no exit of its occupant. As he approached, the quaking of the heap became most evident along with the foggy windows.

When he stepped within a few feet of the car he stopped in his tracks and listened to a clear, shrill voice; one that he recognized very well.

'Oh fuck yes...save me...mmmmm...save me THERE!" Anya's lust filled voice echoed out into the still night.

Xander almost came on the spot when he placed both hands up to the back window and peered inside.

'Why do I always miss out on the good pussy?"


THE END