TITLE: The Other Half
AUTHOR: Vesica
PAIRING: Faith/Riley
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: Just taking other people's babies out for a spin. I promise to have them home by 10. All Hail Joss.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for the LJ community Buffyverse1000 and their quest to get 1000 drabbles featuring 1000 unique Buffyverse pairings.
How could she resist? Buffy had a toy and Faith just wanted to play with him. Maybe see if she could break him a little. She trotted across campus thinking of all the fun things she could try. Time to see how the other half fucked.
She could barely keep herself from smirking as she stood in his doorway. Then again, smirking wasn't a very Buffy-like expression, and she carefully let her smile relax, soften even. He was different than she expected; handsome, but in a boyish way; soft spoken; even a little shy. Nothing like Angel; this boy had no bite. What was Buffy doing with him, she wondered, upping the ante by straddling him, wiggling as subtly as possible.
He wanted the door shut, carefully controlling himself until the latch clicked. How Middle-America of him, she thought with disgust. He probably even held doors open and offered his coat on chilly nights. What a schmuck!
She made a few risqué offers but he ignored them, kissing her in a way that made something inside her ache. He kept on like that for ages – kissing her, stroking her arms, her back, seemingly content just to have her there next to him.
She kept trying to change the tone – to make it harsher, need-driven. She used every wile she knew to drive him wild, to make him drop this front of feeling. But every time he responded slowly, gently. It was driving her nuts. No matter how she teased or tormented he wouldn't just take her.
And this body – Buffy's body – was betraying her at every turn. She wanted it hard and fast but this body responded to the lightest of touches. He seemed to know it inside out. His breath on her neck, the hand stroking her hair, the way he felt next to her were all setting this body on fire and she hated it.
It was awful – being swept along for the ride. This body's memory of all the times it had been with this boy corrupting this time. It wouldn't listen to her. She wanted it to stop, to be able to pull out of this cyclone of feeling and desire. As it came, she could have screamed. She hated this – she wanted him to stop, couldn't stand the feel of him touching her but the body was still drunkenly swimming in a haze of pleasure.
She lay there waiting for the moment she could seize control of this useless bag of bones and then he did it. He looked at her, eyes misty with something she couldn't recognize and he spoke. I love you.
Something in her snapped and her stomach lurched. She fought him off and scrambled out of the bed. She was shaking, trembling so hard she could barely stand. Men had hit her, tied her up, and even peed on her and while she hadn't liked it all, she had never felt so dirty, so used, before. As she shakily dressed herself, she couldn't help but hate Buffy just a little more.
