DANGEROUS AND MAGICAL
Suddenly the whole world goes away. Their eyes meet as their hands join above their heads and they continue to dance and writhe along with the throbbing music.
They are sweating and dust from vamps clings to them slightly still. The bodies around them draw close and drift away and the verse of the song begins. Breathe hitches. Plum colored lips whisper against the crystals in her small hoop earrings and they bump closer together. In sync with each other and the world around them.
Their arms move from their sides. Dark nails brush against the back of her hand and trail up her arm, clutching her shoulder as her hand moves with the music and her instincts, lightly grazing the side of a breast, down past the waist and around until she is gripping the base of her rib-cage.
Hands squeezed together above their heads. Candy-green painted fingers lace through maroon.
A hand is suddenly weaved through damp, blond hair and she feels a breathe intake between dark, full lips, to be blown over her face.
Her hazel eyes widen, eyebrows lower, soft pink mouth open and then the flames began.
Hot tongues dance, her ass suddenly squeezed tightly by her dark slayer, pelvic bones meeting, a hand at her nape pulling and tugging them closer, they crash together.
A kiss of pent up passion, of equalized power. Something dangerous and magical all at the same time.
Heat rushes through her with every touch. Those hands light her on fire. That tongue strokes over hers and sends moisture in rushes to her center.
They were grinding together, moaning slightly. The strap of her gathered top slips from her shoulder as a hand runs up and down her back, returning to her ass.
She can taste dust, wax, sweat, berries, something sweet and dark.
She can't breathe. She can't stop.
Faith pulls away slightly. Buffy kisses her cheek, moaning then meeting her eyes.
"Oh, Faith, I want you."
Faith steps back, losing contact and watching the sudden sadness in Buffy's eyes. She's panicking. Had this all been a mistake? Should she have never taken the look of desire in Faith's eyes seriously?
Faith reassures her, laughing darkly as they draw away from the crowd.
"You know, B, I was thinking we should find somewhere private."
A smile of seduction, happiness and relief spreads across the faces of these opposites as they race from the Bronze, hands still linked.
Well, at least they agree on some things: They want each other, and killing vampires always makes them horny.
They are not alone in their calling, and now they can be bad, dirty girls together.
