Pairings: Faith/Dawn
Rating: M (eventually)
Authors Note: The only characters I own are the names that I made up for the potentials, since I couldn't remember what their names were from the show. So, pretty much everything character wise belongs to Joss Whedon. Enjoy the fic everyone. Let me know if I should continue on with this fic.
Ex-Con
Dawn was finishing up her lunch, listening to what two of the many potentials living in the Summer's residence, Gail and Kayla were saying to her, when the doorbell rang. Knowing that nobody was going to answer it anytime soon, Dawn got up to go over and answer the door. "It's ok, guys, I got it, nooo problem," said Dawn as she rolled her eyes while opening the door, expecting the person on the other side to be another addition to the growing population of potentials. Dawn's eyes, still not quite in view of whoever it was on the other side of the door, began to say the same welcome to the war speech that she gave to every new potential that walked up to these doors.
"Hey, welcome to the war zone, give me your bags and stuff and I'll find you a nice comfortable place on the floor somewhere." Of course, not expecting a reply, Dawn walked away, but stopped dead cold in her tracks when she heard that unforgettable voice.
"Hey, thanks, D, for the warm welcome. Man does this bitch ever still look the same." She pulled out a cigarette from her leather jacket pocket as well as her lighter and lit it up. Taking a long drag and letting it settle in her for a second, her eyes traced the walls looking from left to right.
She let her eyes look to the living room, where some potentials were sitting around playing a board game and talking. She then brought her gaze towards Dawn, who just stared at her blankly. She let her gaze rest on Dawn for a few more seconds, studying the younger girl, then remembering the tobacco smoke still in her lungs, she slowly let it out through her nostrils as her eyes stopped their run over Dawn's body.
"Well, I guess some things have changed," said Faith, smirking a bit, as she took another drag of her cigarette, never releasing her piercing gaze on Dawn.
Dawn let out an uncomfortable shiver then twisted her face in disgust, saying, "gross, you still smoke?" Dawn looked away for a moment then looked back and says, "You better get rid of that, Faith. You know Buffy doesn't like you as it is. Don't give her another reason to hate you."
But Faith still kept that grin of hers on her face, that look that never left Dawn's direction. She took a last puff of her cigarette before turning around to the still opened front door and throwing the butt out onto the cement steps leading up to the house. She turned around and walked back into the house, closing the door shut behind her. Again her gaze stayed upon Dawn's body, watching the movements of her curves, noticing the tense form of her body under the not so innocent stare of her eyes.
"Relax, D," said Faith in her as innocent as possible tone, raising her hands high up a little and letting out a playful chuckle. "Trying to keep the peace here, not planning on breaking any rules right now, not here for that."
Dawn still remained tense then moved her hands to her hips and refused to let go of her own personal stare on Faith.
"Whatever, Faith," said Dawn as she rolled her eyes to the ceiling and called out to Buffy. "Hey, Buffy, the bearer of bad news has just entered the building. Would ya like me to shoot to kill now or let you do that when you come down?"
Dawn looked back to Faith, giving her a mean glare. At this point the potentials in the other room have taken this hint as a time to get away as soon as possible, so for once they leave and go somewhere else to inhabit. Faith let out a husky chuckle as she watched the potentials in the other room scatter off in a hurry.
"Damn, D, you've got yourself one hell of a mouth, a big girl now, aren't yeah?" Dawn traced Faith's glance towards the living room just as the last potential left the room to enter the kitchen.
Faith, who had an even wider grin on her face, walked a little bit closer to Dawn, her small backpack left alone on the floor next to the door. By the time Dawn noticed that Faith was walking towards her, she was already less than an arm length away. Dawn jumped back a little, shocked at how close Faith was to her, feeling more than a little bit uncomfortable and struggling to remain calm as she let in a deep gulp of nervousness.
"Now, why would you be saying such a mean thing to me? Should I just go out on a limb and say that you don't like me very much. Am I right, do you?" she said to Dawn, looking up just a bit to match Dawn's height.
Dawn, although being taller than Faith, still felt as though she's an ant compared to Faith, and is really not liking the lack of distance between the two.
Dawn, with newfound courage, responded to Faith's question, saying, "What do you think, it's not like you care?"
Faith chuckled again and closed the gap between them just a little bit more then lightly grabbed Dawn's chin and lightly pulled it downward in the hopes of bring Dawn face to face with her.
Then with a tilt of her head and a second to glance at Dawn's face, she said, "Well then, I guess were gonna have to remedy that now, don't we?" Lips became dangerously close to one another, and Dawn could literally imagine the taste of Faith's lips and tongue.
Getting closer and closer and closer, and feeling the wanting coming from both she and Dawn with only inches to go, Faith suddenly let go of Dawn's chin, and confidently stepped back several paces away from her before she could protest.
"Dawn," came a voice from upstairs.
It took Dawn a moment to collect herself and a second more to ignore the satisfied grin on Faith's lips before she could respond to Buffy's call, "Yeah, Buffy?"
"I hope you're playing nicely with our guest, Dawnie!"
Dawn looked away in embarrassment, catching the look of Faith mouthing the childish nickname 'Dawnie' in a friendly mocking way. She averted her eyes away from Faith wondering what she should be more embarrassed about, being so close to kissing an ex-con or having that ex-con that almost kissed you, hear you being called by a childish nickname.
"Ya, Buffy, everything's fine."
"Good, now get Faith settled and hurry upstairs. I need to talk to you about your studies," replied Buffy.
"But, Buffy…"
"Now, Dawn!" replies Buffy in that 'it's final, so deal with it' tone that she usually had towards Dawn.
"Argggg, fine, whatever," replied Dawn mostly to herself. Faith couldn't help it she let out another one of her long chuckles, which abruptly grabbed Dawn's attention "What are you laughing at?"
Faith just looked at her and replied coolly, "Nothing that should be taken offensively, Dawnie."
"Whatever, Faith, laugh it off for all I care," she told her as she waved her hands up in the air and turned around to go to the kitchen to find Gail and Kayla. Faith watched her go, but as soon as Dawn got closer to the kitchen door, she called out to her.
"Oh, Dawnie, don't you have to find me a place to sleep tonight, or should I say, 'a nice comfortable place on the floor somewhere'?" asked Faith kind of loudly, still having that seemingly permanent grin on her face.
Dawn, who had almost made it through to the kitchen door, stopped abruptly to listen for her sister, who might have heard Faith's kind of loud question. Damn slayer, thought
Dawn. "Dawn. What did I say?" hollered Buffy from the stairs.
"I know I know, I was getting to it, I swear," pouted Dawn. As Dawn looked away from the staircase, she looked sorely at Faith, who was grinning wildly at her.
"Just for that, you're sleeping on the basement floor with Spike. And believe me, you'll regret coming here after a few days with him keeping you company at night."
Faith just looked at her and said, "Great, I get to spend some quality time with bleach boy, just how I wanted to live the last of my days doing." Dawn just looked at her cruelly.
"So, at least you'll have a friend who can die of cancer with you. But since he can't die of cancer and you'll probably be killed by a bringer, he'll be your smoking buddy until that day comes," replied Dawn with a smirk of her own.
"Funny, very funny," replied Faith as she claps her hands and pretends to be totally amused. "Hey, Dawnie, with an opening act like that, you'll be the talk of the town, or at least what's left of it," Faith went on as she continues to clap and smile seductively with an odd twinkle in her eye. Her odd twinkle becomes more prominent, especially after she said, "And, it would be, how should I put it, intoxicating to see your in-cage performance, such a hot girl like yourself."
Dawn froze when she said that, rapidly trying to figure out what Faith meant by it, which only earned her another satisfied glance from Faith, who had picked up her small backpack and handed it to Dawn.
"Now be a good girl and give me a preview of your many skills and talents by bringing my bag down to the basement for me, will ya, my sweet Dawnie." Dawn gave her a glare that would have kill an ordinary gal, but then gave Faith a fake smile and squinted her eyes, before she lifted the bag.
"Oh, Faithy, I hope you don't have anything fragile in this bag," replied Dawn as innocently as possible.
"No, why do you ask?" asked Faith.
Dawn just rolls her eyes and said, "Oh, no real reason," just as she roughly tosses the bag down the basement steps.
Faith just looked at her like she was crazy and asked, "and what exactly do you call that, ADAI?"
Dawn just looked at her in confusion and asked, "And that means?"
"A Dumb Ass Idea…"
Dawn just laughed at her. "No, I call it 'The disappearing act', kind of like you." And with that, Dawn proudly walks away, leaving a confused slayer to watch her leave.
Faith stayed there for a second and while Dawn was still within earshot, she said out loud, "So I guess I'm gonna have to deal with more of your ADAI disorder, huh?"
Dawn just kept on walking and pretended that she heard nothing; nothing could possibly ruin this proud moment for her. Well, except for Buffy's conversation based on Dawn's studies.