There are some things that are meant to stay in the dark. Some things are too twisted to see the light of day. Instead, they remain in the shadows, where they belong.
The shadows were the only place they ever saw each other. Alleyways, graveyards, places where not even a feeble streetlight shone.
The shadows, after all, were where they truly belonged.
"We'll always walk in darkness," Faith murmured to Buffy, stroking the blonde hair so contrasting to her dark curls. "You and me, B. You can pretend to love the light, but this…" Faith tipped her head back, casting shadows across her face. "This is our only home. We'll always walk in darkness, and baby," Faith faced her, blood red lips bared in a grin that always reminded Buffy of fangs. "We'll always walk alone."
The shadows were always the place they met. Where they battled with dark things. After the fights, after dancing so close with death, after walking the line so carefully-
Buffy couldn't explain it. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe they were searching for comfort from wounds, maybe the line between fighting and fucking was too thin.
Maybe they realized just how alike they were.
Buffy staked the last vamp, and Faith slammed her against the cold stone of a mausoleum. Ashes on her feet, adrenaline pulsed through her, as well as another pulsing feeling she couldn't explain. Faith's eyes locked on Buffy, and it was like looking in a mirror. Cut lips, permanent bruises, eyes hungry for a last look of peace. Faith pinned Buffy's hands to the stone, high above her head, and pushed her mouth against hers. Their breathing was heavy, the kiss violent and desperate. Buffy licked the blood from Faith's lips. She pulled away, and Buffy's breath hitched as Faith hiked up her skirt. Her fingers trailed up her thighs, and Buffy ached for her touch. But the difference between Faith and Buffy was that Faith liked to draw things out. Buffy was all for a one liner and a quick stake, but Faith...Took her time to go in for the kill, preferring instead to tease. But when she finally did strike, her prey was helpless in her hands. Buffy moaned, her hips bucking on Faith's fingers. Faith smiled, that predatory smile, that wolf's snarl, as Buffy's chest rose and fell.
There are some things that are meant to stay in the dark.
And Buffy knew, as she moaned helplessly at Faith's slow working of her tongue, that this was one of them.