To Seduce a Slayer
by justagrump
Chapter 1
To say that I'm not happy would be an understatement. Eat, sleep, stake. Eat, sleep, stake. It seems that's all I get to do anymore! By the gods! You'd think that Giles would have preferred that I was Robot Buffy so I wouldn't need time to do the eating and sleeping things too! Isn't it bad enough that the the Hellmouth seems to be drawing in some of the bigger and stronger fang faces than it normally does? They hit hard! And I swear their skulls must be made of rock something! It felt like I might have broken a bone in my hand punching that last one! Oh man! I really need a vacation!
I sigh. The bathwater is starting to get chilly now. I got home limping and bleeding from more than a few cuts and abrasions from my nightly patrol. I stripped off my torn and bloody clothes in the bathroom as I ran the bathwater as hot as my skin could stand without blistering. After pouring half a box of Epsom salts in and quickly stirring it into the near boiling water, I eased my sore and battered body inch by inch into the tub until I was submerged up to my neck. I must look like a boiled lobster, my skin is feels red. But the salts and soothing hot water are working their magic again tonight. My tired muscles have relaxed and that marvelous slayer healing is already working on the rest.
Damn those filthy neck suckers anyways. Giles had thought the Hellmouth would lay dormant for years, possibly decades after Faith and I narrowly averted that last apocalypse. I guess he shouldn't have asked Faith to go to L.A. to help Angel with some new big bad after all. Can't really blame him though. A bored Faith is an antsy Faith. If she doesn't get to dust at least six vampires a night, she starts crawling the walls. And then she starts driving the rest of us nuts right along with her! And I get that. It's not like Sunnydale has much else to offer in the way of distractions. If not for the Bronze and a couple of dive bars, we wouldn't have a night life at all! And since Faith doesn't do repeats, her Get Some, Get Gone policy was near stretched to its limits. There were a few times there that I started getting a little worried at the way she was eyeing me up and down, as though she were giving some serious thought to something that I probably don't want to know about.
I decide to the bathwater is becoming a bit uncomfortable now. Groaning quietly, I slowly raise myself up out of the tub. Standing on the warm fuzzy bathmat, I shiver slightly, grab the oversized bath towel and draw it across my shoulders, luxuriating in its soft warmth as it glides over the chilled skin on my back. The slightly cooler air on my front causes my pink buds to stiffen and I groan as I glance down at them.
"Sorry girls. Not tonight." I softly say to them as I draw the towel down and around my body.
Patting the towel over my still tender skin, I finish drying myself off, wrap a fresh towel around my hair and the now damp one around my body, tucking the end under the gap caused between my breasts, my nipples aching for some tender attention of their own. I sigh again as I open the door, flip off the light and cross over into my room, quietly closing the door behind me.
In the dim glow from the bedside lamp, I make my way over to the vanity and remove the towel from my body. I gaze into the mirror, scanning my body front and back for any wounds that might require more attention. My skin is slowly returning to its more normal pink no longer golden tan color. What I would give for just an hour a day to lay in the sun at the beach again! My meticulously acquired golden tan is now just a fond memory. All those hours basking in the sun with Faith, Willow and heck, even Cordelia, wasted. Poor Willow. I thought her sunburn would never heal. And the peeling? EW!
My practiced eye quickly finishes its scan, finding nothing to be concerned with. Most of the minor abrasions have all ready disappeared, and the blood has quit dripping from the worst of the cuts, the edges pink and starting to close. I seriously don't need any more scars! I still can't help but admire the lean muscle tone of my arms, tummy, legs and the firmly rounded curve of my bottom as it slopes down to meet the backs of my thighs. Oh yeah! Those yoga courses Faith passed onto me are certainly worth it. Who knew that something so seemingly simple could make your body this freaking hot? Sure beats being stuck in the training room punching the bags day after day. My favorite part of training is still the running, though.
To me, there is nothing better than the breeze in my hair as it courses over my body on a nice, long run. Wearing little more than a cropped tank-top over my sports bra, hip hugging leaving almost nothing to the imagination nylon running shorts, shoes and socks, I can lose myself in the rhythmic slapping of my feet on the ground. I love the almost sensuous feel of the sweat as it trickles down my body. The breath moving sweetly in and out of my lungs, the warm glow of my muscles as I weave around passersby and other runners out on a warm afternoon is something I never get tired of. Gone are the worries of last nights battles. Not yet shouldering the worries of the night still to come. I can be free, if only for a short time, of the burden of being the slayer.
Satisfied, I pull on a fresh pair of panties and slip a clean nightshirt on over my head. Sitting in front of the vanity, I brush the tangles out my hair and give it the once over, looking split ends. That reminds me. I need to pick up some more shampoo and conditioner next time I'm at the store. I've nearly exhausted my supply and I'm thinking about trying something new, maybe lavender scented. Willow swears by it for calming her nerves after practicing her magic spells.
Putting the brush back in its spot, I turn down the covers on the bed, flick off the lamp and sigh quietly as I lay down, pulling the covers up under my chin then folding the tops down to just above the swell of my still needy breasts. Ignoring the tingling sensations of my badly neglected body seeking attention, I sigh again, wistfully, and almost have to force myself to sleep. A single tear forces its way out of the corner of my eye and traces a path down the side of my face. Sometimes, I just feel so alone.
I kind of miss Faith fighting at my side, watching my back, verbally sparring with her as we try to out match each others nightly kill count. Heck, I'd even be happy to see that hauntingly hungry gaze she gets as she seems to be undressing me with her eyes after a particularly tough fight once in a while.