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Squick
Faith leaned over her, breath smelling like after sex mints. One of her arms was resting on the wall right beside Harmony's head, and the other was next to her hip. They were standing in a hallway of Wolfram and Hart, although Harm was about to be sitting. "So you liked it?" She asked. Rhetorically, Harmony thought. People liked to ask things rhetorically around here, she'd noticed. It was the one thing she'd learned, that if someone asked you a question, you'd-
"I asked you a question. Well? Did. You. Like. It." Faith intoned in a stricter voice. Harmony blanched. All the blood that she'd fed on left her face. The Slayer was leaning further in, scary. The blond was never really good at fighting. "I can make you talk. You know I can." Something sharp dug into Harmony's side and she gave a squeak.
"It wasn't that bad." There, she said it. The secret was out. Now she could go back to her desk, and sit there like a good little vampire. She could sort papers, sort files, and sort phone calls. Faith smirked. "Good." And walked off.
Harmony gave an unnecessary sigh of relief. That was a close one. If the Slayer knew what else she'd done, and what it meant, then she'd be staked faster than a sick cow. On a farm. Where they turn cows into steak. A giggle escaped her throat. Faith turned around, raising an eye brow. Harmony stopped breathing as she looked her in the eye, struggling to find a way out of this whole mess.
"On the other hand, I could always prove to be a loyal substitute." Harmony scrunched up her face, puzzled by the choice of words. "Substitute?"
The Slayer grinned. "Yes. Faith and Harmony, in perfect unison," she mocked. The vampire blushed. She might not be a rocket scientist, but she knew what that meant. The Slayer stalked toward her, hips swaying. Faith's lips claimed Harmony's mouth, her black leather tank top brushing against Harmony's shirt as her hands went to cup her face. The fledgling gave a whimper. This was wrong! She was heterosexual, had always been and always will be. She had proof. Look at Blondie Bear! Faith nudged a muscular thigh between Harmony's own, and she moaned, reciprocating. Granted, that didn't turn out so well, but her point was still made. Harmony moaned again, turning her face away.
"We can't do this," she whispered. Faith looked at her, impatient. "I mean, you're nice and all, but this is a hallway. Think of what Angel would say."
"Shh," Faith said. "That didn't matter a while ago, and it shouldn't matter now." She took Harmony's chin into her hand, and lifted her face.
"No one has to know. This is between us. Okay?" Harmony smiled. After all, she could try this once. Just once. Vampires got to do this sort of thing all the time. Look at Blondie Bear and Angel.
"Fine. but we're getting a room." The girl opened a near by door, entering the empty archives office. She stepped a bit further and looked around. "All clear." Harmony called, but the Slayer was already inside. Faith slammed her against the door, crushing her lips with her own blood red ones. Her hand ran up her thigh and under her skirt, groaning at the feel of silk panties.
Harmony tried to pull them closer, desperate for more. She never knew that a Slayer could be so hot, this explained her ex's fascination with Buffy. Faith trailed her hands upwards, cupping Harmony's breasts, then opened Harmony's shirt. Hello Kitty bra.
Faith licked her lips. "I always did love a new vampire."