Hi everyone ! Here's a small drabble about our two favourite slayers ever ! Give me an awful lot of reviews please ;)
They fight. That's what they do best. That's what they were born for. Together, but also against each other. Mostly against each other.
Their eyes are shining with a dangerous glint. You can't stand in the middle. The looks they exchange are full of hatred, of rage, of unspoken words, of hurt, of passion, of undisclosed desire.
Their fists collide with each other's jaw, a hit for a hit. It's like a dance. Their moves are graceful yet so violent. They turn around each other like predators until one of them decides to take a shot.
They are enemies. They don't stop until one of them threatens to bleed to death. They are never tired. They can't be tired. If one lets her guard down, she's doomed in a matter of seconds.
Do not stop. That's the only rule. Unless the enemy manages to hurt you severely, you can't back down. Fight or die. No weaknesses.
Few words are spoken, only to provoke the adversary, oblige her to keep fighting.
And when they just can't do it anymore, when they silently agree to stop to give their bodies a break, they stare at each other, trying to communicate what they were never able to say out loud.
They go back to fighting, but this time it's different. They know they share an equal strength, that the fight will lead them nowhere.
When their bodies touch again, there are no more fists. Only fingers entwined, holding on tight on each other. Their mouths no longer spit harsh words and insults. Lips devour lips with a fever no one has ever seen before.
It's their way to express their frustration. Against each other, against the world, against themselves. They will never be able to be together. They are not allowed to be together.
When they pull apart, breathless, they don't look at each other. They can't. They are way too afraid of what they might see in the other's eyes.
They don't even need to speak about it. They already know.
The thing is, hatred and love are separated by such a thin line that sometimes you get confused.
Not them. They know exactly what they want to feel, and what they really feel.
Buffy and Faith can't mix. It's like oil and water. But somehow they just can't stop trying.
I'll post all my B/F drabbles in new chapters. Tell me if you liked it or not, and most importantly why !
(And forgive my mistakes, really. I'm French.)
OTH-FOQ