Title: Perfect Strangers.
Author: Shannon (mighty_minnie_mouse@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Faith/Kennedy, slight Willow/Kennedy and Buffy/Faith... And I
actually think a little Dawn/Amanda! I honestly didn't mean that part, lol.
Rating: PG-13. Edging on R for mention of sexual scenes.
Summary: This was a favour to a friend, so. The plot is her idea. It's set
around whichever episode of Angel that Faith comes back, but before Bring
on the Night in Buffy. (I'm pretty sure those time lines clash, but
whatever.) One night, Faith and Kennedy end up a nightclub together.
Notes: This is the first time I've written anything without Willow as a
main character. So, yeah. Little tough.
***
Chapter One
As Faith walked down LA's main street, she wondered what the hell she was doing here. Sure, helping out with Angel. But really, what was she doing out of jail. She went there for a reason; to make amends for all the crimes she committed. She couldn't very well do it out of jail, could she? She looked down at herself, and saw a red low-cut top, with her trademark leather pants. She hadn't changed a bit. Developed a conscience maybe, but her actions, her mannerisms, her dress style even? Not a bit. She crossed her arms, and looked to her right. The nightclub she'd gone to, when she first came to LA after the body-switch incident. She smiled in spite of herself, and stood in front of the door, just lost in thought. She took a moment to glance at her watch, which read 9:15 pm. Not late at all. She took a quick glance around again, and figured nothing huge would happen. Just for an hour.
Just an hour.
***
The bar was pretty full. Young faces in a long line, spanning around a hundred metres. Kennedy looked up and down the line, and onto the dance floor full of gyrating bodies and pretty girls. But did one of them, just one spark her interest? Nope. Kennedy had always known she'd been into girls - Or, at least, not into guys. She'd not really had a girlfriend; but unless she was asexual, she was fairly certain she was a lesbian. She tossed her head back, finished the rest of her last date's Tequila, and got ready to leave.
Got ready to leave, until she saw her. A girl who had just entered. She had dark, curly hair and equally dark, mysterious eyes.
And damn, was she hot.
"What the hell," she muttered to herself.
***
Faith walked into the club tentatively, and looked around for any signs of the people she'd not quite made friends with last time she was here. Not seeing them, she let out a sigh, and walked towards the bar. She could see a girl coming towards her, and raised an eyebrow.
Admittedly, Faith had been into experimentation, once upon a time. But not since. Not for a while. But this girl. She was something else. Different, somehow.
"Hey," the girl spoke, "I'm Kennedy. I was wondering. And you know, you can totally kick my ass if I'm out of line here,"
That would be amusing.
"But," she continued, "Could I buy you a drink?"
This girl, this. Kennedy. She had this innocence to her. And she looked. young. Faith would have to look into that later, 'cause there's no way she was going to jail for sleeping with a minor, and not for murdering people.
"Sure." Simple, direct. And hey, she didn't come off sounding all gruff. Definitely plus.
"So," Kennedy ventured, "What's your name?"
"Oh, right. It's Faith. I uh. I've never really." Faith began the sentence, but didn't really know how to finish.
"Oh no, it's totally ok. Me either. Besides, I'm just. It's just a drink." Kennedy blushed, and hoped Faith wouldn't notice.
"Oh. Oh! No, no I didn't mean that, I've done that, I just meant. Never really met a nice girl, and been nice to her." Faith noticed the somewhat shocked look on Kennedy's face, and backtracked. "Oh no, I didn't mean that I'm going to be completely. Oh, crap. I'm just- I'm sorry."
Kennedy touched her shoulder gently, "It's ok. I knew what you meant. What would you like to drink?"
"Umm. Rum, please."
"Okay. Um. But you'll kind of have to order. I'm not 21." Kennedy blushed, as Faith laughed slightly.
Kennedy watched Faith as she ordered their drinks, and became fascinated with her lips. They way they moved across each other as she spoke, then the way her tongue darted out to wet them as they became dry with speech.
"So," came Faith's voice, as Kennedy snapped out of her illusion.
Kennedy smiled, and thought of a question to ask. "What do you like to do?"
"Well. This doesn't suck." Faith said with a small smile. She was tempted to say slaying, but figured that might not go down too well. "What do you like to do?"
Kennedy pondered the question, "Well. I like fighting. Not like, gang- fighting. But sparring, sort of. Play-fighting."
Faith nodded slowly, and Kennedy reached over to the bartender, who had just handed them their drinks. Kennedy had ordered some red, punch-y type thing with a straw, and had begun to drink from it.
Faith thought she'd ought to get a serviette before she began to drool.
Luckily, Kennedy looked up from her drink, and flashed a smile a Faith. "So, you said you'd. Uh, done stuff before. What kind of stuff?"
Faith was a little taken aback, but recovered quickly. "Nothing much, really. There was just a girl I once knew. She was. Well, we didn't part well." Faith looked down into her drink, and took a small sip.
"I'm sorry," Kennedy said softly, and took Faith's hand in hers. "How long ago?"
"I saw her about 3 years ago. But I left Sunnydale four years ago."
"Sunnydale," Kennedy repeated. "I know that place. My watc- my teacher, he's taking me there. On a field trip." She added quickly, off Faith's look.
"Funny place to go for a field trip." Faith looked at her quizzically, but shrugged the feeling off. "Do you. Want to dance, maybe?"
Kennedy looked at from her drink, and smiled at Faith.
"Sure," she said, as she stood up from the bar.
Faith took Kennedy's hand in hers as they walked to the dance floor. They slowed their pace as they drew nearer, and began to wonder the best way to dance to Cyndi Lauper's True Colours. Kennedy tentatively placed her hands on Faith's hips, and Faith's arms around Kennedy's neck, as they swayed in time to the music.
Kennedy allowed her fingers to trace lazy swirls over the small patch of flesh that she could feel between the fabric of Faith's pants and shirt. They felt their foreheads touch slightly, as they leaned into each other slightly. Faith wrapped her arms tighter around the younger girl's shoulders, and sighed happily.
Faith leaned in closer to Kennedy and whispered to her, "How old are you?"
Not the most romantic sentence, but it was important.
"I'm nineteen," she whispered back, "I'm legal."
"Good," said Faith, "Cause. Then. I can do this."
Faith leaned in closer, and moved her hands to Kennedy's back. She tilted her chin, and their lips connected. It was as if they'd spent hours together - But it had just been twenty minutes. Faith was on fire as she and Kennedy stood, no longer swaying; just still, their lips moving back and forth over each other with a passion that neither of them had felt - Faith not in a while, and Kennedy ever. Nothing was around them, everything was simple. Everything was just the two of them.
***
Chapter One
As Faith walked down LA's main street, she wondered what the hell she was doing here. Sure, helping out with Angel. But really, what was she doing out of jail. She went there for a reason; to make amends for all the crimes she committed. She couldn't very well do it out of jail, could she? She looked down at herself, and saw a red low-cut top, with her trademark leather pants. She hadn't changed a bit. Developed a conscience maybe, but her actions, her mannerisms, her dress style even? Not a bit. She crossed her arms, and looked to her right. The nightclub she'd gone to, when she first came to LA after the body-switch incident. She smiled in spite of herself, and stood in front of the door, just lost in thought. She took a moment to glance at her watch, which read 9:15 pm. Not late at all. She took a quick glance around again, and figured nothing huge would happen. Just for an hour.
Just an hour.
***
The bar was pretty full. Young faces in a long line, spanning around a hundred metres. Kennedy looked up and down the line, and onto the dance floor full of gyrating bodies and pretty girls. But did one of them, just one spark her interest? Nope. Kennedy had always known she'd been into girls - Or, at least, not into guys. She'd not really had a girlfriend; but unless she was asexual, she was fairly certain she was a lesbian. She tossed her head back, finished the rest of her last date's Tequila, and got ready to leave.
Got ready to leave, until she saw her. A girl who had just entered. She had dark, curly hair and equally dark, mysterious eyes.
And damn, was she hot.
"What the hell," she muttered to herself.
***
Faith walked into the club tentatively, and looked around for any signs of the people she'd not quite made friends with last time she was here. Not seeing them, she let out a sigh, and walked towards the bar. She could see a girl coming towards her, and raised an eyebrow.
Admittedly, Faith had been into experimentation, once upon a time. But not since. Not for a while. But this girl. She was something else. Different, somehow.
"Hey," the girl spoke, "I'm Kennedy. I was wondering. And you know, you can totally kick my ass if I'm out of line here,"
That would be amusing.
"But," she continued, "Could I buy you a drink?"
This girl, this. Kennedy. She had this innocence to her. And she looked. young. Faith would have to look into that later, 'cause there's no way she was going to jail for sleeping with a minor, and not for murdering people.
"Sure." Simple, direct. And hey, she didn't come off sounding all gruff. Definitely plus.
"So," Kennedy ventured, "What's your name?"
"Oh, right. It's Faith. I uh. I've never really." Faith began the sentence, but didn't really know how to finish.
"Oh no, it's totally ok. Me either. Besides, I'm just. It's just a drink." Kennedy blushed, and hoped Faith wouldn't notice.
"Oh. Oh! No, no I didn't mean that, I've done that, I just meant. Never really met a nice girl, and been nice to her." Faith noticed the somewhat shocked look on Kennedy's face, and backtracked. "Oh no, I didn't mean that I'm going to be completely. Oh, crap. I'm just- I'm sorry."
Kennedy touched her shoulder gently, "It's ok. I knew what you meant. What would you like to drink?"
"Umm. Rum, please."
"Okay. Um. But you'll kind of have to order. I'm not 21." Kennedy blushed, as Faith laughed slightly.
Kennedy watched Faith as she ordered their drinks, and became fascinated with her lips. They way they moved across each other as she spoke, then the way her tongue darted out to wet them as they became dry with speech.
"So," came Faith's voice, as Kennedy snapped out of her illusion.
Kennedy smiled, and thought of a question to ask. "What do you like to do?"
"Well. This doesn't suck." Faith said with a small smile. She was tempted to say slaying, but figured that might not go down too well. "What do you like to do?"
Kennedy pondered the question, "Well. I like fighting. Not like, gang- fighting. But sparring, sort of. Play-fighting."
Faith nodded slowly, and Kennedy reached over to the bartender, who had just handed them their drinks. Kennedy had ordered some red, punch-y type thing with a straw, and had begun to drink from it.
Faith thought she'd ought to get a serviette before she began to drool.
Luckily, Kennedy looked up from her drink, and flashed a smile a Faith. "So, you said you'd. Uh, done stuff before. What kind of stuff?"
Faith was a little taken aback, but recovered quickly. "Nothing much, really. There was just a girl I once knew. She was. Well, we didn't part well." Faith looked down into her drink, and took a small sip.
"I'm sorry," Kennedy said softly, and took Faith's hand in hers. "How long ago?"
"I saw her about 3 years ago. But I left Sunnydale four years ago."
"Sunnydale," Kennedy repeated. "I know that place. My watc- my teacher, he's taking me there. On a field trip." She added quickly, off Faith's look.
"Funny place to go for a field trip." Faith looked at her quizzically, but shrugged the feeling off. "Do you. Want to dance, maybe?"
Kennedy looked at from her drink, and smiled at Faith.
"Sure," she said, as she stood up from the bar.
Faith took Kennedy's hand in hers as they walked to the dance floor. They slowed their pace as they drew nearer, and began to wonder the best way to dance to Cyndi Lauper's True Colours. Kennedy tentatively placed her hands on Faith's hips, and Faith's arms around Kennedy's neck, as they swayed in time to the music.
Kennedy allowed her fingers to trace lazy swirls over the small patch of flesh that she could feel between the fabric of Faith's pants and shirt. They felt their foreheads touch slightly, as they leaned into each other slightly. Faith wrapped her arms tighter around the younger girl's shoulders, and sighed happily.
Faith leaned in closer to Kennedy and whispered to her, "How old are you?"
Not the most romantic sentence, but it was important.
"I'm nineteen," she whispered back, "I'm legal."
"Good," said Faith, "Cause. Then. I can do this."
Faith leaned in closer, and moved her hands to Kennedy's back. She tilted her chin, and their lips connected. It was as if they'd spent hours together - But it had just been twenty minutes. Faith was on fire as she and Kennedy stood, no longer swaying; just still, their lips moving back and forth over each other with a passion that neither of them had felt - Faith not in a while, and Kennedy ever. Nothing was around them, everything was simple. Everything was just the two of them.