DANGEROUS AND MAGICAL P2

The door squeaked slightly, protesting against the pressure. It groaned louder as the weight of two bodies was shoved into it. Strength coiled in the taller girl as she pressed the other against the outside of the door, hands itched by the wood on either side of the blonde's head. She dove forward suddenly, catching bee-stug lips with her own.

Faith pressed her body flush against Buffy, arching her back, mewling slightly. Buffy's feet almost left the ground as she continued to kiss Faith. Mouths fused, tongues mingling, the Chosen two were exploding with passion.

Buffy felt Faith's hands free themselves from her damp hair and run down her sides to her ass. As Faith lifted her she wrapped her legs around Faith's waist.

The door slammed loudly behind them, creaking, threatening to crack. Faith pulled away from Buffy's mouth slightly. She stared into her eyes as she carried her to the edge of the bed, not the end, acting like it was nothing, acting like Buffy's weight was air.

The tangible moment of silence and heavy breathing was broken suddenly as Faith flings Buffy down onto the bed. Faith looks down at Buffy, smirking. A smile of complete and utter satisfaction at the view before her.

Buffy's panting. She's still bouncing slightly from the fource of being pushed and dropped onto the bed. Her eyes are wide. She's shocked, oxygen deprived and ecstatic. Her loose tank-top only just covers her – both sides are slipping down and she suddenly feels helpless and exposed. She's never done anything remotely like this. But Faith – she wants her. The feeling of being dominated... she loves it. But she wants to see if this could be more.

Faith's kicking off her boots, pulling off Buffy's and jumping on top of her. In a blurr Buffy's flipped them over, rolling them toward the pillows and the headboard. Faith's head is almost hanging off the edge of the bed, but Buffy wants to see her, see the look on her face. Buffy lifts Faith's hips to hers, then pulls both of them backward. Faith's the wide-eyed one now, suddenly Buffy's hand works the zipper on her leather pants.

She feels lace. She can guess it's black.

"Mmm – naahhh, aahh! Don't ever stop that, Buffy..."