Lady Killer

Title: Lady Killer
Pairing: Buffy/Faith (eventually)
Setting/Spoilers: Post Season 7. So any and all things up to the end of the series are fair game.

Disclaimer: Joss owns all. Just taking them for a little spin where he left off.
Rating: R
Summary: After Sunnydale is destroyed; the gang takes off in an effort to rebuild their lives. Then the Slayers and Scoobies must track down an adversary that is much different than what they are used to dealing with.
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Dedicated to FaithfulChickie, who has labored with me on so many nights of work and drivel. :)


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"So what are we doing here?" Willow asked, absentmindedly strumming her girlfriend's fingers as they walked through the double doors that housed the neon lit nightclub. Kennedy absentmindedly hooked her pinky into Willow's, so that they strolled through the dimly lit room with their single digits linked.
It had taken the brunette a while to get used to this type of PDA. For a long time she had insisted that the things that went on between them behind closed doors stay that way. But Willow had been very persistent, reasoning that she had never encountered any type of repercussion inn innocent HLA affection. Finally, she had warmed up to the idea of letting the whole world know that they were in love.

The heavy metal music pounded its steady rhythm into the air, which was accentuated with rays of reflected light that were, in turn, accentuated by smoke intermittently blown from the fog machines that were strategically placed in the corners of the club.

"I told ya." Faith said loudly so that her voice would carry over the the the the redhead. "We're blowing off steam."

At this, Kennedy leaned forward into Faith's ear. "Just be careful. The last time we blew off steam like this, we almost ended up in jail."

Faith laughed and playfully punched the younger Slayer in the shoulder.

Younger Slayer. It felt really cool to think that, Faith surmised. For five years she had been the young one. The young Slayer, the dark Slayer. What have you. Now there was a new generation. And damned cute to boot, she thought as she leaned her head back a little to get an eyeful of K's ass in the jeans she was wearing. No harm in looking, after all.

Then she moved her gaze from the younger brunette to the petite blonde that walked in the lead. Ah yeah, there's nothing like the original. Kennedy had a cute body, so did Willow for that matter, but Buffy's little frame was one of a kind and fucking world class.

Fuck, I need ta find me a boy toy to work out some kinks, Faith thought as she scanned the club. Or a girl toy for that matter.

Pickings didn't seem to be too bad tonight either. As they made their way through the crowd that undulated in unison to another nameless Nine Inch Nails song, Faith looked over the bounty of bodies that moved under the dim multi-colored lights.

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Buffy turned around to face her friends just in time to see Faith throw herself into a throng of dancing people. Immediately the brunette began to move her body in time with the music, giving a come hither gaze to the guy who was dancing closest to her. When he approached Faith wrapped her arms around him and began to move her body in unison with his. The blonde just smiled and shook her head.

There she goes, Buffy thought. Gentlemen, start your engines!

From the time that she had first met Faith, Buffy realized that this girl was and always would be different from any other person she'd ever know. Not that Buffy was a prude. At least, she didn't consider herself to be. She had her own wild side that would surface every now and then. Moreso, the longer she went between sexual encounters. Sometimes it welled up inside her so much that she felt
like she would burst.

But Faith was different. She pursued her own sexuality with a driving passion that, on occasion, Buffy wished she possessed in herself.

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The petite Slayer walked back to her other friends. "You guys wanna get something to drink?"

Willow and Kennedy nodded their heads in unison, and the three of them made their way to one of the three circular bars that were spaced throughout the club, which was appropriately named "Outer Limits". Then, after receiving their drinks, they found three adjoining bar stools and sat down.

"So why didn't Xander wanna come with?" Willow asked.

"He said something about not wanting to crowd in on the girls' night out." Buffy shrugged. From where she was sitting she had a perfect view of the dance floor, so she took a sip of her mixed drink and decided that it would be a trip to watch Faith on the prowl before she actually got up and danced a little herself.

The brunette was just pouncing on her latest victim. It was a cute bodied blonde, who wore a black lycra top that revealed the soft flesh of her midriff. Uh oh, Buffy thought. She's playing switch hitter again. At that thought she laughed to herself. It was no secret to any of them that Faith played either team. All the times of double meanings and not so varied references to Buffy and Willow didn't fall on deaf ears.

Neither of them was naïve so they caught on pretty quick.

"Is anything ever gonna stop her?" She asked her two companions who sat nursing their drinks and talking quietly. The two of them turned to see whatever had Buffy so amused.

"Who are you kidding?" Kennedy laughed.

My God, Buffy thought. She moves like an animal.

She watched, smiling. Faith leaned forward, placing her hands on either of her dance partner's shoulders and leaned in to whisper to her ear. About six seconds passed before the girl's eyes got as big as saucers and her jaw dropped.

Buffy cracked up. She could only imagine what Faith had said to the poor girl to get such a reaction, and imagining hurt her brain.

"We need to get out there before there's nobody left for me to dance with." The blonde said to her friends leading them out to the dance floor. Time to cut loose a little.

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I'm hunting, and fuck does it feel good.

God, there's only one other time I feel this much like a predator. That's when I'm slaying. But, too bad, no time for slay tonight.

Oh, I'm dancing too. Did I forget to mention that? It feels great to be able to move my body again, in a non-violent way for a change. I let the outside world fall away, and my body controls me. The music is driving into me like ocean waves, penetrating every fiber of my being.

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Speaking of penetrating, I'm starting to feel a familiar prickling sensation on the back of my neck that runs all the way down to the base of my spine. I turn to look, and oh my God. I've got some serious `fuck me' eyes shooting my way. Man, I love this part..the thrill of the chase.

I smile at her seductively, putting on my best moves and then biting my bottom lip with a hint of `fuck me' in my own eyes. I see her brow arch a little and a smile cross her face. Never once do I lose eye contact with her. Oh yeah, I'm good.

I stop dancing for just a moment and strut my sexy ass over to her, then start my rhythmic movements again. I'm dancing right in front of her now and her eyes are literally eating me up.

"I'm Vanessa." she says, her voice straining to be heard above the music.

"Hey." I respond, not bothering to give her my name in return just yet. "You're sexy as hell!"

She just smiles broadly and begins to dance with me, running one hand along my hip. The touch runs shivers right through me as I continue to move my body in time with hers. Then I feel another familiar sensation hit me, much different and more powerful than what Vanessa's eyes had drawn from me.

I turn my head, while continuing my little dance of desire with my newfound toy. I knew it. There's B. I always know when Buffy is around. She's dancing too. Red and her girl are out on the dance floor with her, and they're all taking turns dancing with each other. Plus there are a few guys who are checking out Buffy that she takes time in between. Who can blame them?

It's good to see her let down her inhibitions, for just a little while. She's gotten better, I must admit. Ever since SunnyD was turned into a big hole and we found out we weren't the only Slayers anymore, she's loosened up quite a bit. Does my heart good to see. Fuck, look at her shake her cute little ass and smile! Wowzers! If she weren't straight as an arrow, I would have totally been all over that, long ago.

The song changes and the beat shifts a little slower. It's still heavy but with a more melancholy, driving rhythm, when I look back at my cute little dance partner. She's a dynamite redhead. Her see through top is a perfect match for the shade of her hair. Her nipples strain against her tight blouse.

If she didn't come here to get laid tonight, she totally misjudged her wardrobe. My kinda girl! The music moves me of its own volition and I clutch to Vanessa's body. I move against her, in that oh so right way. But, I absentmindedly look over towards B.

Fuck is she hot. But I may as well focus my attention on my newest girl toy.

"You dance so well.." she says to me, between stanzas.

"Thanks. I do my best.." then I nuzzle into her neck, not caring who is watching. Her body trembles when I kiss her earlobe.

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At that moment, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I spin away from Vanessa for just a second to see Buffy in front of me.

"We're gonna take off Faith. We'll see you back at the motel later, ok?"

"Sure, B. I'll see you tomorrow sexy!" My double intention is glaring at her, making her blush. I just love to make her blush.

"K. Bye then." My little blonde lust-bunny walks toward the door after only a half hour of dancing fun. I watch her cute little ass leave for a moment before turning my attention back to my little cuddly.

Oh Fuck. Where'd she go? Fuck. Ten seconds of talking to someone else and she bolts? Shit. Thanks alot B.

Oh well. This isn't the first time I've lost a potential love slave in a web of neon and music.

Shit. She was damned hot too. I frown before turning on the dance floor to find another prey.

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Next morning my head is kinda fuzzy. A haze of alcohol, dance and sex.

Yes sex. Did ya think that it'd be any different? Last night I think I was so loud that B and Red didn't get a bit of sleep. Well maybe they did, when I was done.

I grin, slipping on my black thong and tromping to the bathroom to get a quick shower.

What was that fucker's name again? Daniel? Derek? Fuck it doesn't matter. I grin thinking of last night.

After B and the love twins left, I hooked up with some stud. Hell, B had ruined my chances with Vanessa. So I might as well hook up with someone else who could scratch all my little itchies.

Oh and he did. I'm feeling totally good as I start the shower and feel the hot water on my shoulders. Good enough before my first choice that is. Sure he brought me off two or three times, but I would have preferred to have that sweet little redhead in my bed last night. Or better yet, I dreamed of Buffy when I was asleep. What an unrealistic dream that is, huh?

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My shower is over, and I'm all clean. In more ways than one, mind you. Oh yeah, I got my kumba-ya yas out before kicking Daryl to the curb. He was pretty ok. Good enough to quench my thirst for a while, at least. I'm smiling now, thinking about the whole experience.

As I dry myself, I pass by the TV that's still droning, soundlessly.

I stop in my tracks and turn the sound up. The picture that I see makes my heart skip a beat. Vanessa?

I had burned each thought into my memory before I lost her.

The sound increases as I turn the knob, on the TV.

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** ..was found this morning ritually disfigured. The serial killer which has only been identified as the "Sirius Killer" is still at large.. **

Oh my God.

I pick up the phone, my body running on instinct. Dawn answers, her voice all sleepy.

"Put your sister on." I say, hearing a slight sound of rustling thereafter.

"Faith..?" Buffy stammers into the phone. "What's wrong?"

I gasp in awe as I see the pictures that are portrayed across the NewsStation.

"B.." I say. "We have a problem."




TBC