The Seduction of Faith LeHane

I'll be the first to admit that power attracts me. Sure, a pretty smile and a rockin' body will catch my eye, but if that's all there is then my eyes'll just keep on going. The first time I saw Faith I was almost blown away by the waves of power radiating from her. Sure, Willow had that potential as well, a different kind of power but the type didn't really matter much, but she wouldn't use it. Said she couldn't. I guess that's why the chase was so much more satisfying than the catch. I was still with Willow, I still loved her, but I was always in control. I had all the power and that chafed.

It was when I saw Faith, the lust I felt when I set eyes on her, that I knew I needed to lose control. Just once. I needed a cold hard fuck and I figured Faith would be more than happy to provide.

So I deliberately set about stalking her, like prey. I made no secret of my intentions to her, all the while keeping them hidden from Willow. Faith seemed to find it amusing at first but eventually her amusement turned to intrigue and I knew I had her. It wasn't actually that difficult to manoeuvre myself into patrolling with her. Watching her at work was a thing of beauty; she moved like liquid silver and fought from her heart. While Buffy was clinical and often contradictory, Faith just went for the kill.

And it got her hot. She made no bones about that and after a particularly busy night I made my move. As we were leaving the cemetery I stopped and turned to face her.
"You know, all the houses around here are abandoned."
She cocked an eyebrow, "And you're telling me this because?"
I shrugged with a smile, "Just, you know, thought maybe you might be able to think of something we could do without having twenty other girls in the room with us."
She smirked, "Something like fuck each other brainless, you mean?"
My mouth went dry, I'd had this whole conversation planned out but Faith was going off script already. I was losing control and I liked it. I nodded, "Or something…"
She walked away laughing and I hesitated. Was she laughing at me? Maybe this was a huge mistake. Maybe I should just head back to Slayer Central and Willow.

Faith looked back over at her shoulder at me. "Well, are you waitin' for a written invitation or something?"
My heart in my throat I followed.

Barely ten minutes later and I was trying to take control again. She stood at the far end of the bed with that self-satisfied smirk on her face and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to sit up and cover that smirk with my lips.
Instead, I lay back on the cool fresh sheets letting my hair fan out over the pillow. I traced my hand over my collarbone with a feathery touch. Feeling a shiver run through me at the lightness of the contact, in my imagination it was her fingers tracing their way into the hollow of my throat, her touch making me shudder and setting every nerve on fire.

This wasn't cheating, this was just release, just a fantasy, okay so ordinarily the object of that fantasy wouldn't actually be present, but that didn't mean it was cheating. It was just masturbating with an audience.

Faith cocked an eyebrow, not saying a word, just watching. Well that worked for me and as her eyes tracked down my almost naked body I could fell a throb build deep within me and when her gaze again locked with mine the surge that went through me took my breath away.

I let my hand move down to trace the contours of my breasts. My nipples hardened almost to the point of pain and smiled a little at the darkening I saw in Faith's eyes as she watched.

Cupping my breasts I began to knead them slowing, catching my bottom lip between my teeth as I imagined her doing this to me, her hands on me, her mouth, her.

It was growing more difficult to keep any semblance of control and my right hand seemed to have developed a mind of its own. My fingers trailed down my body, I forced myself to keep the movement slow, languid, already starting to see bright sparks in my vision as nerve endings began to fire. I was far closer to the edge than I should have been this early and I knew a large part of that was down to the fact that Faith was right there, watching me, silently urging me on.

I traced my fingers around my belly, letting the middle finger dip into the hollow and feeling myself grow impossibly wet. I smirked as I saw her lips part just a little and she leaned forward almost imperceptibly as my left hand moved down to join my right, both resting lightly atop my stomach.

The part of my brain ruled by pure sensation almost cried out as the abandonment of my breasts, nipples still untouched and straining upwards, craving attention. As I slid my hands apart and just a fraction lower, feeling the top of my pelvic bone under my palms, that part of my brain melted in anticipation of what I was about to do.

My fingers slid under the waistband of my lace shorties – the final scrap of clothing left on my body – and I teased the delicate material slowly down.

I rocked my hips a little, bringing me closer to her and giving me the leverage needed to remove my panties. I smiled at the quickening of her breath that accompanied my movements.

I lay back on the no longer cool sheets; my left leg flat on the bed but my right propped up, my foot flat on the sheet. I was completely open to her now, offering myself (still not cheating, still just a fantasy) but still she didn't move, didn't say a word.

I smiled up at her and locked gazes. Keeping eye contact was becoming a personal challenge now, proving to myself I still had control.

I moved my left hand down to rest on my pelvis, letting my fingers trace small circles on the top of my thigh. My breathing was growing more laboured and I really didn't know how much longer I could keep this going. Her eyes never left mine and I felt as though I was sinking into those dark orbs.

My hips were straining to buck as my hand circled ever closer to my core. I let my fingertips brush lightly against my outer lips, already slick and inviting deeper contact. I stilled my hand as I momentarily lost control and my hips finally did buck, just a little.

I caught my breath and fought for control. When my body finally stilled, I slowly began stoking my fingers over myself, teasing the lips apart and grazing my clit lightly with my nail. I dipped one finger inside, just barely, before drawing it back out and starting again.

Her breathing was quicker now, not matching mine by any means, but enough to let me know she was definitely enjoying the show.

My finger again dipped inside but this time I didn't draw it out straight away. I stilled my movements forcibly and, staring deep into her eyes, I pushed in deeper. I could feel the muscles tense around my finger and relax as I stopped. Slowly, almost lazily I drew it out again, feeling my muscles try to contract and prevent the loss. Just as my finger was almost out I reversed direction, faster this time. And out again, building up speed and friction, shuddering a little as the warmth spread through me.

I needed more and a second finger joined the first, I was biting my lip now not to cry out but I couldn't stifle my moans. She was still watching, staring into my eyes and I was suddenly swimming in their depths. A third finger joined the others and I was pumping them in and out now, building to a climax, grazing my thumb over my clit as my fingers drove into me over and over again.

I was almost there, balancing precariously on the edge just another…

Her hand snaked out faster than I would have thought possible and caught my wrist, stilling me, holding me back from the edge. I blinked up at her in shock and she leaned over me, "God, Ken, you're such a fucking tease."

I surged forward, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Teeth and tongues battled for dominance and I was lost in the smoky whiskey taste of her, I couldn't get enough and as the fingers of her free hand gripped my hair and pulled me close, I moaned into her mouth.
She broke the kiss and I managed to gasp out, "Well it doesn't have to be a fucking spectator sport you know." (not cheating, not cheating)

She grinned back and traced her fingers over my jaw and down into the hollow of my throat. My breath shuddered and even just at that tiny touch I was closer to climax than ever before. She seemed to know and removed her hand, bringing me back again.
"Now who's the tease?" I whispered hoarsely and she cocked her head to one size.
"Quiet." Not a request, an order, and I obeyed automatically. She placed her hand on the centre of my chest and pressed gently until I was again lying flat. She gripped my hips and gently pulled me further down the bed until my feet were almost on the floor. The friction of the cotton on my back made my skin feel like it was on fire and I felt my whole body flushed at the sensation.

Faith took both of my hands in hers and lifted them above my head until they rested on the pillow, "Don't move." Another order and my heart stopped for a second as I realised I had given her complete control of this, she was calling the shots now and for the first time in a very long time all I wanted to do was give in to her. To have her tease me to the edge and take me over.

I nodded and felt the warmth spread throughout my entire body as she smirked and said "Good girl."

She straddled me, her knees on either side of my hips and I realised abruptly she was sill fully dressed. The cool leather of her pants against my skin made my stomach clench and as she trailed her fingers down my breastbone it felt as if my heart was flip-flopping in my chest. She ducked her head and her lips followed her fingers and I arced upwards as her tongue followed the curve of my breast.

Her breath was warm and my nipples were straining for her achingly close mouth, I could feel her smirk against the delicate skin as I bucked uncontrollably under her. Her tongue darted out and flicked at the erect nub right in front of her and there was no way I could stifle the cry that escaped me.

Faith moved quicker than ever, swallowing my cries in another kiss and I knew at that moment I was hers, completely.

I was buzzing; the throb in the core of me was faster that my heartbeat now and I knew if I didn't get some release soon I would explode.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring every part of my mouth and her fingers moving down my sides before sliding up to tease my breasts, she flicked at my nipples with her nails and I melted beneath her. She grinned again against my mouth and taking the hard nubs between her thumbs and forefingers she rolled them for a moment before she suddenly pinched hard. Again she smothered my cries in a kiss but this time she drew away a little, catching my lower lip between her teeth as she did.

"Please…" I managed to say. "Faith."

Her breath hitched as I said her name and she ducked her head down again, kissing along my jaw, nipping at my collarbone. There was a sense of urgency in her actions now and I moaned as she worked her way down my body, pausing briefly to dip her tongue into my belly button.
"Faith…" I breathed her name again and she moved onwards, licking, kissing, nipping all the way.

She was between my legs now, I could feel her hot breath on me and I was aching at being held so close to the edge for such an extended period. I tried to shift my hips, to bring my pussy to her mouth but she turned her head and planted a light kiss at the top of my thigh.

I shivered at the sensation, this was a delicious kind of torture but I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. She placed her hands on my thighs and gently pushed them further apart.

I looked down, watching her move, aching to touch her but she had told me not to move. I bunched the sheet in my fists instead and she smiled as she meet my eyes.

The relief at feeling her mouth on me was so intense that I almost lost it right there but she moved slowly, licking from back to front, slowly, carefully, tasting me. She repeated the movement, again slowly but this time swirled her tongue around my clit. I was bucking against her now, revelling in every sensation as suddenly her tongue was inside me. I could feel my muscles clench, trying to find something to grip onto but not finding any purchase.

She dragged her tongue back out and again lapped at my clit. The stars were exploding in my eyes again and I ached for release. Again, in with her tongue and out over my clit, fucking me with her mouth.

She grazed my clit with her teeth as she drove two fingers deep inside me and the sheer unexpectedness of it drove me straight into a climax so hard all I could see was white exploding into my eyes as every single nerve in my body fired at once.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally came down to find she had her mouth over me and was drinking in every last trace of my orgasm. I reached down to drag her up and capture in a deep kiss, I could taste myself in her mouth and unbelievably I could feel the throb start to build in me again.

She was grinding herself against me now and I somehow managed to flip us over to straddle her, not breaking the kiss. I had given her control, now it was time to take it back. I reached down, fumbling with the button at the top of her fly. Finally I freed it from the tight leather and yanked down the zipper. Not giving her a chance to move I pushed my hand underneath to cup her. The warm damp curls against my fingers made me grin, she wasn't wearing panties. Part of me doubted that she ever did.

Without preamble I drove a finger deep into her, pumping in and out as quickly as possible given the restricted space. She was so wet and hot that it took my already laboured breath away.

A second finger now and she was grinding against my hand, forcing me deeper and I could feel her inner walls clench my fingers, gripping me with unbelievable control. I somehow managed to add another finger and brought my other hand up to stroke her nipples through the thin cotton of her wife beater. The fact she was still fully clothed and writing under my naked form was unbelievably hot to me right at the moment.

I ducked my head and kissed her breast through the cloth, still fondling the other with one hand and pumping into her with the other. I latched onto her erect nipple with my teeth and began rolling the other between my fingers in time with her upward thrusts.

The tension was building in her quickly and I was tempted to pause and leave her teetering on the edge for a moment, but the dangerous look I saw in her eyes stopped that temptation in its tracks. I grinned and drove my fingers into her once more, this time curling them slightly until they hit just there.

She clenched my fingers so tightly I thought I heard a crack and as she shuddered her orgasm I tried to keep pumping my hand, I could barely move it but with every slight motion she moaned just a little louder so I carried on.

She rolled her head back eyes closed and was suddenly boneless.

I sat back, watching her crest the wave and come back down to earth. When her eyes flicked open again she saw me watching her and grinned up at me.
"So, I heard you got a piercing." She slid out from under me, recovering remarkable quickly – guess that's another perk of Slayer constitution – and finally slithered out of those leather pants.

I grinned back and nodded. Now it was cheating.