Buffy-Pop

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, they all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I am making no money from this.

Warning: Slight bondage and Non-con if you squint, that does not last.

A/n: Though I’ve read fic for years this is the first story I have written. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Thanks for reading!!


Buffy-Pop

Faith walked up to the Sunnydale population sign. She couldn’t help wondering if they counted the vampires, demons, and other assorted non human denizens of the California town. It was the strangest place she had ever been, definitely stranger than prison and far more dangerous. In prison all you had to do was beat up the girl who thought she was the toughest, break a couple of fingers and walla everyone left you alone. Sunnydale, now there was always something challenging you there, always a new big bad that thought it was bigger and badder than the last.

Oh well she wasn’t staying long, didn’t even know why she was here really. She just had to have that one last look, just to make sure her girl was alright before striking out on her own. To long she had played their games, the games of the council, of the scoobies, of Angel. She really did owe Angel but he wouldn’t understand. He was still so caught up in his own guilt. Letting it keep him hidden from doing what really needed to be done.

Well Faith was over that shit, tired of hiding, tired of waiting for forgiveness of some sort. She had finally figured it out. One thing prison gives you plenty of time for is thinking and Faith had done way too much of that recently, that and working out (damn if she wasn’t in the best shape of her life). But enough about her sexy ass, she was on the outside cause you can’t fight evil in prison, you can’t redeem yourself by hiding. It was time to be out here saving the world, fighting the good fight and all that other sanctimonious bullshit Buffy was always going on and on about.

Aw Buffy, the one dream she could never quit having, dancing with Buffy, fighting with Buffy, and doing other things with Buffy that would probably shock the blonde slayer down to her perfectly painted pink toenails. At that Faith caught herself giggling as thoughts of Buffy’s toes brought to mind the dream she had last night. “Faith you are such a sick bitch,” she muttered aloud. Enough of this, it was time to find a place to stay and stake out the Bronze. The club was the perfect place to stay in the shadows and catch a few glimpses of B and her little pals. Just a few peeks that would be enough and then off on her own where she belonged.

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It didn’t take long to get her old room back, at the piece of shit flea bag hotel that she used to call home and stake out a nice dark corner of the Bronze. She must have some kind of luck cause just as she got settled with a beer in walks Xander with some blonde in a red dress followed by Willow and Buffy. Well the gangs just all here.

She studied Buffy as they all sat at a table and began to get drinks. She felt her eyes drink in every inch of the blonde slayer. Damn but she looks good enough to eat, hair cut to chin length but pulled back with some whispy strays next to her face to soften the effect, little lacey black skirt and a white top that draped oh so becomingly across her breasts. Damn, this was just giving Faith all kinds of mouth watering ideas for that next dream. That and the thin ropelike necklace that wound around B’s neck about 4 times before fashionably coming down the front all twig like and strange. Faith could only stare; it had been far far too long. She mentally giggled at the thought of Buffy discovering her doing a bit of the stalker thing and being all self righteous and probably furious. Oh hell, it’s just this once, a bit of a good bye, get her out of my system and then bring on the redemption.

She continued watching as Harris got up and danced with the other blonde. God he was still such a loser, never could understand why B let him hang around. Buffy and Willow continued to chat until Will got up to join Harris and his girl dancing. Damn Buffy looks hot and so much more mature than the last time Faith saw her and so much more sad really. Faith started to realize that why she had been lusting after the blonde she had completely missed the fact that her B did not quite look like her B. She looked drawn, worn, and so very tired, especially when her friends left her alone and her face dropped. Then Buffy got up and wandered to the bar then up the stairs. She looked like a sleepwalker all hollowy and kind of lost.

Faith knew this was wrong and B was probably just gonna kick her ass but she found herself following Buffy up the stairs and onto the balcony and that was as far as she could go. She admitted to herself that she lost her nerve and hid among the shadows at the back of the balcony.

She was still staring at the blonde which was why she missed him until he was almost on top of B, she really was off her game tonight. All her senses screamed vampire and she started to move without thought then suddenly stopped. Wait a minute, bleach blonde hair, long black leather coat, cheekbones that could cut glass, she remembered him. She had toyed with him last time she was here at the Bronze, only he thought she was Buffy. Oh she had been wearing Buffy’s body at the time so the mistake was understandable. Spike, William the Bloody, he had a chip in his head or some such bullshit. Again, you gotta love this…

What the… Faith was abruptly broken out of her reverie by the sight of the blonde vampire’s hand as it started at Buffy’s shoulder and worked its way down and didn’t stop until it started working its way back up and bringing B’s skirt with it. Spike was using his duster the block out the view but Faith could tell that the skirt kept coming up; all the way up in back. He was whispering in Buffy’s ear and Faith felt it, physically, the moment when this dance became intimate.

What a pretty picture she made standing there, beer dangling from her hand, mouth agape, as she watched Buffy, the good slayer, her slayer letting this thing, this vampire fuck her in public, in the Bronze, with all of her little friends on the dance floor below. This must be what shock feels like. Faith couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that her B was getting her naughty on in public with a soulless vamp. She did have to admit the vamp was a hottie but still B was the good slayer, she just didn’t do shit like this. If she did then damn it should be with me not Billy Idol wanna bes.

From there her anger grew, from there Faith started loosing it, loosing control. She continued to watch the coupling in front of her but she was about to the loose that last thread she was holding herself by. Finally they were finished. Spike obviously so and Buffy seemed to have got there as well. Fine, Faith thought, if this is the sick and twisted games that Buffy gets off on now; maybe I can be of some service. No one does sick and twisted like me.

The vampire left, then Buffy. Faith followed her, being sure to stay behind and out of sight. She knew Buffy was headed for the bathrooms, gotta clean herself up and be all presentable to her buds. Faith watched her go in and waited. When Buffy came out Faith came up behind her with a handy chair, hit the slayer across the head just right and boom, unconscious Buffy. Now what to do with her…

Faith vaguely realized that she was loosing the control that she had worked so long and hard for in jail, but she was beyond caring. Her Buffy, her dream had been sullied. If she wanted to roll around in the mud, Faith would see to it she got her own share. Oh yes, fun would be had by all.

With that Faith picked up B and took her out the back way. She went to her next destination by way of the docks. There she knew she could get some stout rope. Then she took the blonde to an abandoned warehouse. What was it with this town and empty warehouses? There she stripped and secured her between two fairly close together columns. Making sure the ropes were nice and tight and would account for slayer strength, Buffy was completely helpless and at her mercy. After all that there was nothing to do but stew a bit and wait until the blonde woke up.


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Buffy awoke to throbbing in the back of her skull. She found herself held up by thick rope wrapped around her wrists, which was beginning to seriously pinch. As her head cleared a bit she realized she was naked. Drawing upon years of slayer experience, Buffy knew this was not of the good. She kept her eyes closed, pretending to still be unconscious, while she lightly tested her bonds. This experiment told her that her ankles were similarly bound and tightly.

“You can cut the act B. I know you’re awake.”

No, it can’t be, she’s in prison! Buffy took a deep breath to keep it together. Then she slowly opened her eyes and scanned the mostly empty warehouse. There were a few crates and the like around but it was mostly deserted.

By her breathing, she could tell Faith was behind her. This was not somewhere the blond slayer was comfortable with her being. Things are not looking good for our hero, she thought. Okay just bide her time, find out what was going on, get her clothes back and get out of here!

No, can’t panic, slayer here, used to desperate situations. Just used to being clothed during them.

“So, why did you decide to forgo the hospitality of the great state of California?” Buffy taunted, “Here to steal my body again because you know that is so over. Nobody does that anymore, well at least not anyone who isn’t a skank-ho.”

Smack!

Buffy gasped as an open palm smacked across her ass cheek.

“Wrong answer,” Faith replied calmly as she walked around Buffy, trailing her hand across her hip. “You don’t get to talk to me like that. Not after what I just witnessed.”

“What are you talking about? This is ridiculous.” Buffy began to struggle against the rope. Faith could not have seen her and Spike at the Bronze. Oh please don’t let her have seen. Buffy put all of her hostility, fear, and even shame into getting her out of her bonds but nothing worked. She had half assumed that she would be able to free herself, relying on her strength. She had assumed wrong. How could she forget that the woman in front of her was her match for strength? Her match in every way.

Faith waited for Buffy to subside.

“I am talking about the little show you just put on at the Bronze. My how things have changed.” Faith walked around the blond, stalking her. She trailed her hands here and there as she went. Caressing, trailing fingers or short nails across sensitive areas. “Who’s the vamp B? Did you find another one with a soul you can fuck away or has your title changed while I was gone?”

“Let. Me. Go. Now.” Buffy was scared and they both knew it. She hid it behind anger. Yeah anger was good, stick to anger. She had lost her moral high ground. Buffy knew that Faith had gone to prison to atone, but with the dark slayer, well you never know and Buffy was starting to think that maybe she had fallen off the wagon.

Smack!

“Wrong answer,” Faith slapped Buffy’s other ass cheek, hard. “Care to try for three?”

Buffy began to struggle again. Faith simply stood back and watched, and waited. After a good 5 minutes, the bound woman gave up, again.

“Damn, could you do that again? It makes parts of you wiggle quite nicely.” Faith laughed at Buffy’s outrage.

“Fine, I’ll bite. Why do you have me tied up like this and what do you want this time?”

“No you won’t bite, but I might.” Faith stalked forward. “You think it’s always about you. Sad thing is you were usually right. Not this time. You changed the rules Buffy. You changed everything.” Faith whispered, “I recognize you.” At that she leaned forward and slowly licked from front of the blonde’s collarbone up her neck to her ear. She left her face there. Inhaling, slowly, savoring the smell that was simply Buffy.

Buffy was trembling. The feel of Faiths breath on her sensitive neck had done nothing for her nerves. She had to do something.

“What do you mean, you recognize me?” Buffy was proud of how steady her voice sounded when she was anything but.

Faith finally pulled back from her ear, but she stopped close. Close enough that their lips would touch if either of them even breathed too hard.

Oh shit, Buffy thought, again not good. She began to wonder, if the dark slayer would kill her or kiss her.

“The blond queen has fallen off her pedestal. The mere mortals can touch her now, sully her.” With that Faith’s hands began at Buffy’s thighs. They trailed lightly, softly up her body, hips, sides, breasts, shoulders, neck, all the way into her hair. Buffy fought to stay still not to give in to this delicious torture. Can’t let her see she getting to me.

“She is one of us now. Now we may know her.”

Faith’s hands fisted in Buffy’s hair, hard. Faith pulled her in, but instead of rough, it was gentle. Gently the dark slayer licked across the blondes lips and lightly kissed her. She continued to tease Buffy’s lips with her own lips, teeth, and tongue.

Buffy was breathing hard, trying to keep it together. She tried but found that she could not last. The slow torment was too much to handle and she finally gave up.

Buffy’s lips opened, slowly. Their tongues met.

A shock went through Buffy. The electric shock you feel when that which has been so long denied is fulfilled.

Their tongues caressed slowly, hesitantly at first and then built, bit by bit until neither could tell where one ended and the other began.

Faith took advantage of the situation. Letting her hands travel places they had so often wanted to go. She ran her hands over Buffy’s back, down to her ass, around to her stomach and finally settled on her breasts. She ran her hands over them, lightly squeezing, finding the sensitive nipple, applying pressure.

Faith was lost. She could not understand her own gentleness. She had come here intending pain but found she wanted pleasure. She wanted to touch, to rub, to taste, to take in all that was Buffy Summers. She found she was becoming lost. Lost in her kisses, in the amazing softness of the blonde’s skin under her rough hands, in the essence that was Buffy, the girl she had looked up to, lusted after, knew she could never have. Faith felt a bit giddy. Drunk with lust and joy of having Buffy in her arms.

She needed to feel more of her, have her closer. In her lust Faith joined her strength with Buffy’s and together they broke the columns pulling the ropes to get her free.

It took Buffy a minute to realize her freedom. When she did it was as if a cold bucket of water had just smacked her in the face. What was she doing. She was kissing Faith, the dark slayer, the evil slayer. Okay so the mostly reformed slayer, but still she had slept with Buffy’s boyfriend and that is a ticket to the special hell, right. Not even taking into account that this was a girl and well the gay thing was Willow’s gig.

All this ran through Buffy’s head and yet she was still kissing Faith. Devouring her as if she could never get enough. She shouldn’t be doing this. She was the good one. She didn’t do things like this. Except you do, a little voice whispered. The same little voice that loved fucking Spike in the Bronze. The same little voice that told her she was probably in love with the vamp was now telling her where her lust lied.

Buffy pulled away. Faith stood stunned and stared at her and didn’t know what to do.

They both simply stood there, their arms still rapped around each other, their hearts pounding, their quick pants heating the others face. Buffy opened her moth to speak, “Ummm, well I…”

Surprisingly it was Faith who pulled away. She walked a few steps away, her back to the blond, taking deep breaths, and flexing and unflexing her fists. She told herself to keep it together.

“Just go,” she surprised herself by saying. “Get out of here. Go back to your little friends and just forget this ever happened. From now on I’m gone. Don’t worry, I’ll be fighting the good fight and all. You’ll never have to even think about me again.”

Buffy was, needless to say, confused. She couldn’t get her head around everything that had happened. First the fear and then the anger, then the wild desire that had her clutching a woman she supposedly hated as if her life depended on it. Faith wasn’t helping this last bit, coupled with the fact that she still had not turned around. Buffy found she could not leave and part of her did not want to.

“Would you answer a question for me?” she asked hesitantly and saw Faith nod. “Why this, why tonight, why everything, why now?”

Faith slowly turned around and was surprised to see Buffy still standing there naked, ropes trailing from her wrists and ankles as if she stood this way everyday. Well after what she witnessed in the Bronze maybe she did. Faith wasn’t sure how to answer the question, but after tonight, she felt she kinda owed it Buffy.

“Sorry B, I kinda lost it after the Bronze, couldn’t really stop myself. Not to pump up your ego any more than it already is, but you’re like candy to me, my looser parents never let me have any as a child but now I walked into the candy store. It’s okay. Like I told you, I broke out to follow my calling, our calling. It’s not like the Hellmouth needs more than one slayer so I’m gone. Just couldn’t stop myself from having one last… lick.”

Buffy took all that in and well it kind of made sense. They were two halves of the same coin. No one else got what they were. There is a kind of completion in that. But still Buffy found that those were not the answers she was looking for. “But why, when you had me tied up and everything, why were you, you know, gentle?” Now why in the hell had she asked that, but it now that it was out there, what the hell she wanted to know.

Faith smiled, a sad smile that hit Buffy firmly in the chest. “I tried to be harsh, to be the badass, but you do shit to me B.” Faith shrugged, “what can I say, I would rather feel your nails down my back while I lick you until you scream.” Faith smirked, falling back into her old self after Buffy’s response had shaken her foundations. Sure this last line would cause Buffy to storm off in disgust.

Buffy remained where she was, part of her screaming to get the hell out of here and embarrassed at the heat that rose in her groin from the others words. The other part, well she appeared to be in charge today and no one was more shocked than herself when she heard the words come out of her mouth, “well then why are you still standing there?”

Faith gasped. She did not just hear what she thought she did. Buffy’s eyes got very wide but then narrowed and a slight grin formed on her face. She opened her mouth to say something else but it was lost the in the searing kiss that Faith pressed to her lips after making her way quickly across the room.

Buffy didn’t know what she expected but this, this just felt so right. Faith’s arms traveled to her shoulders and then her back pulling her close so that their bodies were fully pressed together. Their tongues met after their lips, caressing on another. Faith was finding every spot in her mouth that could elicit pleasure and Buffy found herself moaning, her arms coming to the brunette’s back.

Faith pulled back from the kiss and began to tease Buffy’s lips with her tongue and teeth. She did not know how long it might be before the blonde came to her senses so she was going to milk this for all it was worth. She put all her considerable skill into kissing Buffy senseless and it appeared to be working.

Buffy could not get enough of Faith’s mouth or her hands moving caressingly up and down her back. She was unaware for a moment that Faith had picked her up and was caring her over to a counter space in the corner. She found herself laid out on the flat space without ever having broken the kiss.

Faith began to make good on her threat by moving away from Buffy’s mouth and starting to work on her neck with teeth, lips, and tongue. Faith was drowning, in Buffy’s taste, in the amazingly soft feel of the skin under her hands and by if the sounds the blonde slayer was making were any indication she was not far behind.

Faith made it her missions to lick, kiss, and caress every part of Buffy’s body. She left her neck and moved onto the collarbone and shoulder. Her hands began and were followed by lips and tongue. As she reached Buffy’s wrist she untied the rope and spent extra time kissing the red marks left behind. She wasn’t happy with this evidence of her lost control but could not regret that it had gotten her here. She followed up with an assault across B’s chest to the other arm were she repeated the process.

Moving back to the blonde’s chest she spent extra time on her breasts, licking and sucking as Buffy’s hands wound in her hair, pushing and tugging slightly when Faith’s tongue flicked her nipple in a way she particularly enjoyed. Faith revealed in the tugs of her hair and the moans she was eliciting. Paying specific attention to the hitches in breath she heard when she lightly bit and flicked her tongue simultaneously. She moved onto the next breast and gave it similar attention.

From here the only way to go was down as she continued to tease and torment Buffy. She moved to her stomach and belly button on around a hip, only allowing her hand to gently ghost over the hair between Buffy’s thighs before working on her thighs and legs. Faith traveled down one leg, again untying and licking the red marks caused by the rope, before traveling up the inside on the leg. Again she only ghosted her hand over the her final destination, much to Buffy’s frustration shown by her moan and whine as Faith made to move down her other leg.

But as she traveled back up, instead of continuing she flipped the blond slayer over and proceeded to lick and kiss up her ass and spine. Faith could not find one part of Buffy that was not beautiful, that did not draw her to caress and care for. She spent quite a long time on the back of Buffy’s shoulders, loving the feel of the muscles under her touch. Faith continued up to the back of Buffy’s neck and following an impulse bit in, hearing the slayer gasp in surprise and then mewl loudly as the teeth continued to bite into the top of her spinal column. Faith reluctantly let go and kissed and licked the mark she had made, feeling strangely proud that she had marked Buffy with her teeth in a place no vampire would.

Faith travel back down Buffy’s back, moved to her ass and teasingly licked between the two cheeks, again causing sounds of surprise and delight.

Buffy was again flipped over. “Well no scream yet, guess my job’s not done,” Faith mumred huskily, looking up at Buffy’s heavily lidded eyes that gazed at her dark with desire. Faith moved her gaze down to her intended target, licking her lips. Buffy’s breath caught, but it was nothing to the sound she made when Faith descended on her core and teasingly licked her back to front before suddenly finding Buffy’s bellybutton tantalizing. Buffy almost howled in frustration. “Please,” she surprisingly heard herself whine, “please, please, please.”

Faith looked up startled and met Buffy’s eyes, she saw the surprise their but also the lust and could not keep herself from responding, “yes ma’am.”

With that Faith let herself go to feast on Buffy’s very core, like she had been starving to death and maybe she had. She licked and sucked every inch of burning flesh she could reach, pushing her tongue inside of Buffy as the blonde began to moan and pant. Done teasing she zeroed in on the center of Buffy’s pleasure, licking and sucking her clit with equal abandon, alternating speeds and pressure, she soon had Buffy writhing under her tongue. Faith’s hands attempted to hold her steady as the hands in her hair returned and fisted, holding Faith in place in a way that had the brunette moaning and purring with contentment between gasps of air.

Buffy began to loose control and with that she no longer cared. She began to cry and mewl Faith’s name and yes and please. Faith was in her own form of heaven, Buffy did indeed taste like candy, sweet and slightly sour all at once, like you wish candy could be.

Even though Faith’s jaw began to ache, she increased her pace and pressure when the sounds of Buffy’s moans increased in volume. Buffy lost track of everything except the pleasure building between her thighs. Crying and pressing Faith’s mouth to herself in a way that would later make her blush furiously, but now was the only response she could imagine.

Buffy began to yell softly then louder as Faith’s final gambit of sucking her clit into her mouth and stroking it with her tongue finally pushed Buffy over the precipice. The blonde slayer cried out her name in an almost unintelligible yell as her back bowed and her body tensed. It felt like an eternity, it felt like a second until her body collapsed back onto the counter, weary and glistening with sweat.

Faith continued to lick more lightly now, cleaning Buffy with her tongue and enjoying the small aftershocks moving through the body underneath hers. Once they were over she finally stood up and wiped off her chin, licking her fingers to savor the taste that was all Buffy.

Buffy looked up as she came back to earth. Suddenly shy and slightly mortified but what had just happened, she began to curl up and started looking around for her clothes. Why did her brain choose now to start working? Faith saw the panic in her eyes and sighed, she knew this was coming.

“It’s okay B. No one is going to know about this and I’m not staying, so don’t panic.”

“Don’t panic, don’t panic she says. I just laid here and let my enemy do….well that and I’m not supposed to panic.” Buffy gasped, as she quickly got up and began actively looking for her clothes.

“I don’t seem to be the only enemy you’re sleeping with these days and as much as I’m lovin the view B, your clothes are over there.” Faith pointed behind a box next to the columns. Buffy looked up at her, her eyes shooting daggers before going to find her clothes.

“I was right, this is definitely hell,” she muttered. “Demons with temptation everywhere, maybe I need an old priest and a young priest, of maybe I’m just lucky. I thought Zander was the demon magnet, ugh.” Buffy found her clothes and quickly dressed.

Faith had stood and watched and listened to whole tirade. She knew that B would immediately begin when she was finished. When in doubt avoid, should be the new slayer motto. Hell, she was as guilty of it herself.

“Are you done B, cause I just want a kiss goodbye and then your rid of me,” Faith smirked.

“A kiss,” Buffy repeated outraged. “You just got all the kisses your ever gonna get from me.” Buffy was fully dressed and back to her charming self.

“What not even a little cuddle afterwards, man you are cold.” Faith fell back to her quips. “Makes me wonder why we all seem to keep coming back for more.”

“Out. Out of my town. Out of my life. I won’t tell the council that I’ve seen you, just go.” Buffy turned to walk away. She felt the need to escape back to where her life, well still didn’t make sense, but it made more sense then here. She could fuck Spike, but well Faith, she could not even deal with that, at least the vamp was male.

Faith couldn’t help herself. She quickly moved across the warehouse and grabbed Buffy by the arm whipping her around into an easy kiss. Buffy sputtered but gave in briefly before again pulling away. She opened her mouth to protest and Faith put a finger over it shushing her.

“Shhh, I’m leaving and thanks for not turning me in.” Buffy strangely kept quiet and just nodded. Faith let go of her arm and they looked at each other for a long minute before Buffy turned again and left.

Faith stood looking at where she had a gone for a while. She felt a shiver and then sighed.

“Goodbye,” she whispered. “I……” she trailed off again, shook herself, took a deep breath, and squared her shoulders. “Redemption here I come, now where should I go.” She muttered to herself as she left. “Didn’t someone say there was a lot of demon activity in Cleveland?”

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