Please see chapter 1 for disclaimer and general warnings
Chapter warnings: dubious (even more than the premise suggests) consent, sex scene, season 6-style Willow
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Faith wasn't really one for psychology and other such touchy-feely bullshit. However, she knew that Willow would be one of the toughest to work with given their history.
Consequently, Faith had tried to think of ways to help the session run as smoothly as possible. Half an hour before Willow was due to arrive, the younger slayer neatened up the motel room, stashing the condoms and lube in the night-stand in addition to the standard replacement of bedsheets. While it made the place look sort of barren, she hoped the witch might notice it even subconsciously as a change in the slayer.
With that done, Faith changed into a white tank and her lightest coloured jeans. She had always worn this type of clothing, but figured leather was more her signature and was again hoping the difference would be apparent.
When Willow arrived, things started out okay, if a little weird. Faith wondered if maybe the uptight nerd had actually gotten high or something before coming over, because she seemed a little blissed out.
However, once they were inside the circle Willow spoke up, and Faith started to think they might both be trapped in there indefinitely.
"I don't trust you." The redhead stated, sitting down on the bed. "I can't lose the feeling that once we're both naked you're going to kill me and watch the world burn."
"I swear – I won't hurt you Willow, I – "
"No, you're right about that." She smiled kind of...serenely...and it was weirding the slayer out. "The only way we're doing this is if you wear these." Willow pulled a couple of pairs of handcuffs out of her pocket and dangled them from a finger.
"Handcuffs won't hold me." Faith answered. She didn't want to blow the only chance of getting Willow to agree, but figured it may be some kind of honesty test.
"I know. These aren't normal, they're enhanced. Two Mack trucks couldn't tear these apart, or break whatever the marked ends are attached to." Willow smiled, her eyes dark with challenge.
Faith looked at the dangling cuffs. She had worn them going to jail obviously, and a few times inside. But none of those could have held her if she really wanted to escape. In fact she hadn't really been tied down with anything that could withstand her strength since she received her powers - it was one of the best things about being called.
She hated being restrained - but there was no real choice. She could refuse to wear them - from where she stood, since Willow was the one laying down conditions it would be the red-head's fault they were stuck in a bubble while the world ended.
But she knew Buffy would never see it that way. If Faith had a chance to save people and didn't take it, that'd be Wrong...right?
"'Kay." Faith shrugged before stripping off her tank top and bra and lying on the bed. "You gonna do the honours?"
Willow felt a jolt of power in her stomach that she had never felt before, not even when channelling torrents of magic.
While she and Tara had taken turns on top, they had never played with bondage, and the idea of being completely in control, especially over someone as strong as Faith, was intoxicating.
Willow's mystical abilities made her possibly the most powerful person in Sunnydale...but she had still never really been the most physically powerful person. She closed the cuffs over Faith's wrists and through bars on the headboard, and felt unstoppable.
"How do you feel, Faith, knowing your life is in my hands? I could kill you like you threatened to kill me. Or maybe just make the most of this body you're always talking up." Willow finally allowed herself to really take in the view, safe in the knowledge that Faith wouldn't be able to turn the tables.
If she was honest with herself, Faith felt more than a little sick. "Remember I gotta get off too, or we'll be stuck here. Might not wanna spend the whole time gloating." She tried her hardest to look bored, and hoped Willow couldn't feel her heart beating faster.
"Oh that won't be a problem." Willow held up one hand and wiggled her fingers, a spark of electricity shooting between them. "With a real lover I wouldn't bother, it's too much like cheating to use magic to make someone orgasm. But with you...well, I know enough about magic and biochemistry to have you coming for a solid hour, whether you want to or not. Of course, it's unlikely that I'll want to make you feel that good." She stripped off finally, and Faith noticed with relief that focussing on the red-head's body helped her get a little turned on.
No matter what the witch claimed, the idea of coming only because Willow clicked her fingers gave her chills.
Willow gracefully threw a leg over Faith's midsection and slid down to bring her breasts level with Faith's mouth. "Suck." She ordered. Normally the brunette slayer would refuse on principle, but she was keen to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible. She latched on and gave the witch's breasts the best treatment she knew.
Willow was vocal in her appreciation. "That's right...just like that. I can't decide if you're such a slut because you're skilled, or if you just became skilled after letting anyone who wants between your legs."
Faith chose to focus on what she was doing and disregard anything Willow might say. It was certain that Faith had heard worse, although rarely while in such a vulnerable position. She was a little more disturbed to notice that the witch's eyes weren't just dilated but entirely black, and tried to convince herself it was a side-effect of arousal.
Willow couldn't believe how aroused she was getting just from basic stimulation. The knowledge that she could hurt Faith – really hurt a slayer – was contributing almost as much as Faith's actions. Seeing the slayer rendered speechless by meeting Willow's demand caused another surge of satisfaction. So often she had wished the cocky brunette would just shut up and realise that she wasn't the centre of everything, in spite of how she seemed to impress Buffy. Now she was being put in her place by shy, geeky Willow. The desire to use that annoying mouth in other ways became overwhelming, and the red-head pulled away to readjust.
She resettled, and smirked in pleasure at the other woman's widening eyes as she realised what would be asked. Winding one hand into the slayer's hair and using the other to balance, she glared down, almost daring Faith to complain or refuse.
Faith had once gone down on a guy with her hands tied behind her back. It was something she never wanted to do again, as it left her with no ability to adjust, control or signal, completely at the mercy of her partner while struggling for breath.
What Willow was doing was worse. On her back, with her hands tied spread-eagle and Willow making it difficult to breathe, it took everything she had not to panic. She certainly couldn't help that her arms were tugging violently against their bonds – she hadn't realised she was doing it until she heard Willow laughing and taunting her about it.
Once Willow had left, Faith had a quick shower. It didn't feel like enough, but she couldn't stand still long enough to have a long one. Running her hands through her hair and pacing, she tried to work out just what exactly would make her feel better – sex was usually a good outlet, but right this minute, the last thing she wanted. She figured her best bet would be slaying.
Grabbing a stake and a knife, Faith left to go do some damage
Note: I feel compelled to reassure at this point that the most disturbing 'sessions' are now past (according to my subjective definition of disturbing) although as Tara pointed out in chapter 1, the entire scenario has its disturbing qualities.