Speak No Evil
Pairing: B/F
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Set during season 3, during 'Bad Girls'. What should have happened. Buffy's POV.
Rating: For now? PG-13.
A/N: Thought I'd try a different pairing. Seriously, if you're someone who likes my other stuff, try this out. F/F slash, but still. You can't say that Buffy and Faith don't have chemistry. R/R, please!
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It's all about how high you can go before you fall. How happy you can be before tragedy hits. And tragedy's a big ol' locomotive, so you better get your kicks fast.
We're dancing. She's so smooth, so graceful, yet so full of lust that it burns to look at her. She's a fireball of energy waiting to be released, waiting to release ME.
She takes my hand and lifts it above our heads, and she starts moving closer to me.
Boys be damned.
She wants me. I can feel it. I want her too, but I'm not sure I'm ready. UST has its better moments, and this is certainly one of them. There's danger here, not knowing how far we can push the envelope.
She slowly draws her hand back down and flutters it across my skin. So hot, not like Him. He's always cold to the touch. . . But this girl is drawing a fire out of me that no one else, not even He himself, has.
Her hands smooth up under my blouse, running them up, just beneath my bra. She skims her fingers across my upper stomach and throws her head back, letting the pulsing music overtake her.
My own hands are not idle. They're in her hair, pulling her back to me, running down her arms, to the hem of her skirt. . . No. Now's not the time for that.
She wraps her arm around my waist and draws me in even closer. Her lips are on my neck, gently carressing, flowing upwords towards my ear.
I shudder, though not from fear. From excitement. This girl standing before me is making me feel things that I've felt for no other girl in my life. It's unnerving.
It's just as her lips brush mine that I sense him. I look over and see him staring at us, shell-shocked, in the corner. I untangle myself from the girl in front of me and start to move over to him, but he's gone before I can get there.
I take the fire-starter's hand in mine and we go out the door.
TBC. . .
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A/N: So, this is my very first slash fic. Kind of a short chapter, but this was really just a prologue. I can do longer chapters. Please, tell me what you think. Lots of love,
Andi
Pairing: B/F
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Set during season 3, during 'Bad Girls'. What should have happened. Buffy's POV.
Rating: For now? PG-13.
A/N: Thought I'd try a different pairing. Seriously, if you're someone who likes my other stuff, try this out. F/F slash, but still. You can't say that Buffy and Faith don't have chemistry. R/R, please!
..........................................................................................................................................
It's all about how high you can go before you fall. How happy you can be before tragedy hits. And tragedy's a big ol' locomotive, so you better get your kicks fast.
We're dancing. She's so smooth, so graceful, yet so full of lust that it burns to look at her. She's a fireball of energy waiting to be released, waiting to release ME.
She takes my hand and lifts it above our heads, and she starts moving closer to me.
Boys be damned.
She wants me. I can feel it. I want her too, but I'm not sure I'm ready. UST has its better moments, and this is certainly one of them. There's danger here, not knowing how far we can push the envelope.
She slowly draws her hand back down and flutters it across my skin. So hot, not like Him. He's always cold to the touch. . . But this girl is drawing a fire out of me that no one else, not even He himself, has.
Her hands smooth up under my blouse, running them up, just beneath my bra. She skims her fingers across my upper stomach and throws her head back, letting the pulsing music overtake her.
My own hands are not idle. They're in her hair, pulling her back to me, running down her arms, to the hem of her skirt. . . No. Now's not the time for that.
She wraps her arm around my waist and draws me in even closer. Her lips are on my neck, gently carressing, flowing upwords towards my ear.
I shudder, though not from fear. From excitement. This girl standing before me is making me feel things that I've felt for no other girl in my life. It's unnerving.
It's just as her lips brush mine that I sense him. I look over and see him staring at us, shell-shocked, in the corner. I untangle myself from the girl in front of me and start to move over to him, but he's gone before I can get there.
I take the fire-starter's hand in mine and we go out the door.
TBC. . .
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A/N: So, this is my very first slash fic. Kind of a short chapter, but this was really just a prologue. I can do longer chapters. Please, tell me what you think. Lots of love,
Andi