Willow's eyes fluttered open as she finally awoke. Her head hurt, but that went hand in hand with being knocked out. She was almost getting used to it.
She sat up and looked around the small room. Filing cabinets were shoved in one corner, cardboard boxes in another. There was a small window, and—Oh! A door! She got up quickly, her head spinning slightly from the movement and possible concussion. Both hands grasped the metal door handle as she started pulling on it frantically.
Locked, of course.
Next she tried the window. Tugging upwards, she quickly realized it was useless.
Suddenly, the door was pulled open. Faith stepped inside, grinning. Her lips were painted a bright red today.
"So, Red, finally woken up? It's been a few hours, how are you feeling?"
Willow glared at her, knowing damn well that Faith didn't care how she was feeling.
"Don't look so angry, Red! Sit back, relax! It'll all be over soon!"
"Buffy's going to kick your ass," Willow said, mustering up ample amounts of courage.
Faith's face hardened as soon as the name was uttered. She raised her fist and slammed it into Willow's chin, knocking her to the ground.
Before Willow even knew what had happened, Faith was on top of her, holding her arms down. Willow looked up at her, trying to look fierce.
Faith stared at the redhead, still looking angry. On a whim, she leaned down and placed her lips against Willow's.
Willow's eyes became wide as she struggled to get away. Pointless. Faith had her pinned quite well.
Her lips started kissing elsewhere, leaving a trail of bright red lipstick behind them. Using one hand, Faith tore open Willow's shirt, allowing her to kiss more of the other girl's body.
Willow stopped struggling. Faith was acting odd. More odd than usual, and what she was doing felt good...
No. Oz. Remember Oz. She loved Oz, and would never—Oh...
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden hand trailing up her skirt, tickling her inner thigh.
"Mind if I have a little fun, Red?" Faith muttered, grinning.
Willow hesitated before shaking her head.
Better not to piss off the psycho, horny Slayer. Just give her what she wants...
At least, that was how Willow was going to rationalize the sudden urges of her body.
Faith laughed and wasted no time in gently rubbing the other girl until she felt the wetness she was waiting for.
Willow gasped slightly as Faith's hand reached in her panties and started skillfully exploring. Her back arched as Faith quickened her pace, motivated by Willow's many moans and gasps.
Willow raised her hips, wanting, needing more.
Oh, how Faith loved watching her squirm...
With one more loud moan, Faith knew it was over. She retracted her hand and licked her fingers, then planted another kiss on Willow's lips.
"Faith?" a voice called from the hall. Willow recognized it as the Mayor.
He appeared in the doorway, smiling. "Is everything alright in here?"
Faith smirked. "Five by Five, boss."