Title: "In the Midnight Hour"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: R/M
Summary: Faith tries, unsuccessfully of course, to ward off Elvira.
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"What's this? The big, kick ass, bad ass Slayer wearing a cross?" Faith shivered with unwanted delight as Elvira's pale and slender fingers slid over her bare shoulders. Her sharp, black fingernails gently treaded her muscles as she swept her hands over first her left shoulder, then the back of her neck, her upper back, and finally around her right shoulder to come to actually touch the cross she wore itself.
Faith looked at her in surprise. Elvira grinned, and the Slayer felt something deeper within her move again, something that only this Mistress of the Dark had been able to find and awaken. "I like it," she approved, delicately sliding two fingers down either side of the jeweled cross. "It sparkles."
"What?" she asked, noting the surprise in Faith's dark eyes. Her black lips pulled down into a pout that was the most seductive expression Faith had ever witnessed. "You didn't think it would keep me away, did you? If you have to believe in what the cross stands for, and be bad, before it can do anything to you. It's more the belief of the wearer calling for their God than anything else. Besides, I'm a good little Vampy," she reminded her as she kissed the base of her throat.
Faith knew she was drowning. Very soon, all too soon really for what she was and what Elvira was, she would again toss all cautions and better sense to the wind and ravish this woman's hot lips and hotter body. She swallowed hard as she tried to fight down every instinct within her that was screaming at her to take her right now.
Elvira again pouted up at her. Her big, black eyelashes fluttered innocently. "Did you really want me to leave, Faithy?" she asked. She reached up and caressed the Slayer's cold cheek with a hand. Her palm smoothed over Faith's flesh as she reached higher still to toy with her ear lobe and long, dark hair.
"Yes," Faith said, trying to sound as hard and cold as she always did to others, and then immediately failing and admitting, "No." She sighed and kicked at the pavement beneath her booted feet. "This isn't right. You're a Vampire. I should've staked your ass a long time ago."
Elvira further pulled open the already amazingly low dip of her black, silk gown. She exposed both of her full, creamy breasts in the moonlight to the Slayer and then challenged, "Stake me if you must."
Faith groaned and caved. She grabbed those sexy breasts with both of her hands, squeezed them hard, yanked Elvira to her, slammed her mouth down onto hers, and drove her tongue as far as it could reach down her hot, moist mouth. Both women groaned with pleasure. Elvira let Faith back her up to the nearest mailbox, and they made love right there on the street in the midnight hour, both knowing what they were doing should be considered wrong and yet both also equally unable to stop wanting the other with a heated passion stronger than any force either had ever known or would again.
The End