Buffy

I'm angry, frustrated, and just a little buzzed. I came out tonight looking for someone to help me with my frustrations, and I thought this guy I'm dancing with might do. He's cute and all, but I can tell from the way he moves that he can't give me what I need.

I keep catching the eye of a brunette leaning against the wall. She's been openly staring at me, and I find myself staring back. I haven't thought about seeing if a woman was what I needed. They all seem too soft, and I don't want soft. She has something about her, though. A strength hidden just below the surface. She might be exactly what I'm looking for.

I push away from the guy I'm dancing with, and he reaches for my hand, complaining about something. I squeeze his fingers until I hear him yelp, and he lets go. I never take my eyes off the brunette, and she grins when she sees what I did.

I move closer to her, keeping a few feet between us. I need her to come to me. I want her to know who's in charge. She crosses her arms over her chest smirking. Her tight clothes and body language are screaming sex at me. I feel something else, but I'm not quite sure what it is. I look her up and down, soaking in every inch of her while biting my lip. She moves closer, and my breath hitches at the way she moves.

"Hey."

Just that one word causes an involuntary shudder through my entire body. Now I'm sure she is exactly what I need right now.

"Hey yourself."

"Did they tell you I was coming?"

"Did who tell me? Am I supposed to know who you are?"

"Guess that's a no. You still seem kinda happy to see me, though."

She smiles and moves even closer. Standing only a few inches away. The music in the club is pulsing through me, and all I want to do is dance. I don't care who this girl is or that she thinks she knows who I am. All I care about is keeping thoughts of the master out of my head, and I think she could help with that. Her body is subtly swaying with the music. I know she feels this too.

I reach for her hand and pull her to the dance floor. I'm focused on the music, my body and hers, and the way we move together. We dance for what seems like hours, keeping perfect rhythm with each other. Her hands are everywhere as we move and grind our bodies together. No one has ever made me feel like this before.

The music finally stops, the lights in the club turn on bright, and people are yelling at us. I can't hear what they're saying. She pulls me through the back of the club and into an alley.

"That was fun, thanks." She says once we get outside. She smiles at me. I'm lost in her charms. Her dimples, her body, everything about the way she moves. I don't know what to say in response, but she doesn't give me a chance to say anything anyway.

I'm pinned against the side of the alley, and her thigh has moved between my legs. Her hands are on my hips, and mine are on hers.

"I'm Faith, by the way." She says just before she begins to kiss me. The kiss is mind-blowing. I have no thoughts. She's grinding her leg into my center, and I feel like the world is on fire. I never want this feeling to end. But it does. She stops kissing me but does not take away the pressure of her thigh. I find myself writhing against it, needing more contact, unable to contain myself.

"You are not what I was expecting." She says as she peppers my neck with amazing kisses, her hands sliding up under my shirt. I should care that she thinks she knows who I am, but I don't. I only care that she's not doing more to me. That we're not horizontal and naked.

"Take me somewhere?" I whisper to her, barely able to find my voice.

"Don't have anywhere to take you." She responds, and I find myself growling in frustration. I can't take her back to my dad's house. He already thinks I'm damaged, and bringing a girl I don't even know home with me, won't help. The club we just left is now vacant, and there were couches.

"We could go back in there." She grins and pulls me closer, her hands sliding down to grab my ass. I can't help but wrap my legs around her waist as she carries me back to the alley door we used to exit.

She pulls the door open, I hear it rip on its hinges, but the sound doesn't really register. I'm too busy kissing and nibbling on her neck. I bite down a little, and she moans, it spurs me on, and I have to resist just knocking us to the ground right here. She continues to carry me. I can feel how strong her grip is on my thighs. I can't wait to feel that strength in other places.

She manages to carry me to one of the couches, and we drop down together. My legs are still wrapped around her as her weight presses down on me.

"Time to find out how good slayer stamina can be." She mumbles as she rises a little to pull off her shirt. The amazing view almost makes me miss what she said.

"You know I'm the slayer?" I say, completely shocked.

"Well, yea, I'm one too."

"But.. how..?"

"Fuck if I know. I woke up a couple months ago with this crazy power. Some British guy told me to come to California and find you. I had no idea you would be so fucking hot." She moves her hands under my shirt and starts to pull it off. I should be freaking out for a thousand different reasons right now. I should make her stop. My body seems to have a mind of its own. Instead of stopping her, I help her take my shirt off.

I don't know how much time has passed, but now I'm on top of her. Our sweat-covered bodies slid easily over each other. "You are beautiful," I whisper, completely mesmerized by her hard but amazingly soft body. I wish it was brighter in here so I could see more of her.

"Don't."

"Don't what? I just spent all that time getting you to scream my name, which by the way..." I make a bizarre grunting noise that I didn't even know I could make as I remember what it sounded like, and now I've lost my train of thought. Oh yeah. "And I can't call you beautiful?"

"I'm not going to be your girlfriend."

"I don't remember asking you to be. I just figured we could be friends. Friends who occasionally scream each other's names."

"Friends?"

"Yeah, haven't you ever had a friend before?" If I wasn't so busy being a complete asshole, I might have noticed the look of horror on her face and the slightest of head shakes. But I didn't notice, at least not enough to acknowledge it. Instead, I slid down her body, needing to know if she had any more in her.

Faith

As soon as we pulled up to her house in SunnyD, I knew everything was fucked. Her house was too perfect. The only thing missing was the white picket fence. She's not what I thought she was.

I shoulda known when her dad seemed pretty chill, but I just figured her mom was a wreck, but she's definitely not. She's picture-perfect and greets me like I'm an actual person, even though I know she knows I'm not.

B forces me up to her room and tells me to wait. If I had any doubts about what she really is, this room erases 'em. Pink everywhere, bed covered in stuffed animals, and of course, the wall of happy pictures of her perfect happy fucking life. I have to get out of here. I don't know if she's been fucking with me or what, but I don't need to be part of whatever this is.

I thought we were the same, I thought she was dark and twisty like I am. I thought we'd understand each other, but there's no way. I don't know how I let her convince me to come here.

Before I can escape, she's on me, one hand up my shirt and another down my pants. She's biting none too gently on my neck as she forces me up against the door. This is not happening. How am I letting this happen? Nobody does this to me. I never give up control, but she feels so fucking good I can't seem to make her stop. I want to fight her my body won't listen. My hands are free - but instead of shoving her away - they're pulling her closer.

The doorbell rings, and her mom calls up the stairs. "Fuck." She grunts in my ear, pushing her fingers into me harder and faster.

I hear footsteps approaching. She jams her fingers into my mouth to keep me quiet. I let out a strangled groan as I come. Fucking hell, what just happened?

She pulls her hand out of my pants, presses them to my lips for a second, and then puts them in her mouth, cleaning them. It's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen, and now I've totally forgotten why I wanted to leave so bad.

I'm ready to return the favor, but her mom knocks on the door, and I almost jump out of my skin. She giggles at me. I hate the way she's looking at me, like she's won. Like she owns me. Nobody owns me, and she's gonna find that out soon. I take a step towards her, ready to slam her against the wall, but before I can, there's another knock, and she's opening the door.

I have no choice but to follow her downstairs to meet her friends.

"So, Faith. Do you have a place to stay?" Xander asks, leering at me. I know what he wants. He's been all over me. Flirting and staring. I'd flirt back, but the one time I did, she kicked me under the table. She might have even growled a little. I'm not sure if it's 'cause of him or me, but I don't want to get kicked again. That shit hurt.

"She's staying here," B answers before I can. I guess that's been decided. I didn't plan to stay here. We never talked about it. Not that we talked about much of anything. It was a crazy long car ride with her dad. I just sat in the back and stared out the window. Trying to figure out how the chosen one was so different than everything I had been expecting. Now I don't know what the hell to think. The sex is fucking hot and beyond amazing, but I'm sensing some serious drama in my future if I stick around.

We've eaten all the food, dishes have been cleared away, and we're just chatting. I can tell that something is very wrong. Her friends and Mom seem really put off by the things she says. Some of which I have to resist giggling at, other things she says make me cringe.

"I'll make up the couch for you, Faith." Joyce offers, and I nod, trying to be the best house guest I can.

"She can stay in my room."

"Nah, the couch is cool. Thanks, Mrs. S." There is no fucking way I'm sleeping in her room.

I swear she growls again. "Fine. I'm going to go for a walk." She shoves herself back from the table and starts to leave. "Are you coming?"

"No, I'll stay here and help clean up." There's nothing to help with, but I'm not going to be alone with her, either.

She glares at me but says nothing, turning and heading out of the house. Slamming the door on her way out.

I turn back to look at three completely shocked faces. Mrs. S sighs and shakes her head, heading upstairs. I'm left with Xander and Willow looking at me.

"What happened to her in LA?" Willow finally asks.

"I don't know, just met her yesterday." I shrug. I'm itchin to get the hell out of here.

"You just met her, and she brought you back here?" Red asks. She looks wicked confused.

"Yeah, well, I was coming here anyway." I don't know if they know who she is. She didn't tell me anything about them.

"I think she's just still wigged from the master," Xander says - Willow pinches him to get him to stop talking, but it doesn't work. "What? I think dying probably messes with your head a bit. That's all." Then his eyes widened as he realized what he said.

"So you guys know who she is?" I ask, figuring they must know if they know she died.

"She told you?"

"No. I just knew."

"How?"

I sigh, guess there's no point in trying to hide. "I'm a slayer too. They sent me here to help out." Nobody sent me anywhere. I kinda took off after some shit happened with my watcher. I plan to stay as far from the council as I can. I don't trust those fuckers. I wouldn't have approached Buffy if she hadn't been so hot and clearly into me.

"Another slayer!" Willow seems way too excited about this. Joyce is coming down the stairs, and she calms. "Her mom doesn't know." She whispers. "I'm sure we'll talk more later. Are you going to be going to school with us?"

"I doubt it." There's no way in hell that I'm going to school. She frowns at me, and I try not to laugh. These seem like nice people - but I know they're not my kind of people. They'd freak the fuck out if they had any idea what their best buddy was doing to me upstairs.

"OK, well, I'm sure we'll see you around. We help with research and sometimes the... Other stuff." She looks awkwardly at Joyce, offering a weak smile.

They leave, and I move into the living room. I see that, along with making up the couch as a bed. She also laid out some shorts and a t-shirt for me to sleep in. "Thanks for letting me stay here tonight. I'll find my own place tomorrow."

She gives me a look I can't quite read but nods. "Goodnight, Faith."

"Goodnight." It's freaky as hell having someone say goodnight to me. I'm not sure it's ever happened before.

I change and climb into the couch, surprised when I immediately fall asleep. I'm woken up sometime later as Buffy furiously enters the house and runs upstairs.

I barely look up as she storms past. I don't know what the hell her problem is. I have got to get out of here. I consider just leaving now, but I don't have anywhere to go, and it's nice to sleep somewhere warm and clean for once. I close my eyes and hope tomorrow will make more sense.

I wake up to find hands trying to pull my clothes off. I grab them and glare.

"What are you doing?"

"I thought it was pretty obvious what I was doing."

"Stop," I say as I try to shove her away. She has a crazy grip on my shirt, though.

"Why? Nobody is home." She grins at me, and it would be so easy to give in. I'm not even sure why I'm not.

"Stop."

"Fine." She finally moves away. Pouting and crossing her arms over her chest.

She gets a nasty gleam in her eye and jumps off the couch, heading upstairs. "Guess I'm going to have to find someone else to entertain me since you won't."

I just glare at her. I don't give a fuck what she does with anyone else.

"I'm sure Xander is already up. Even if he isn't, I know I can do something about that." She winks and heads upstairs.

What the fuck is her problem? Is she trying to make me jealous? Why do I even care? I head up to her room, not because I'm jealous, just to tell her I'm done with her shit.

She's facing me with a smirk. She's taken her pants and underwear off. I do owe her for the other day, so I guess I can fuck her one more time before I leave.

I shove her hard against the wall. Pressing my forearm across her shoulders to keep her in place. To make sure she knows exactly what this is. I jam my fingers into her, and she groans at the force of it. She closes her eyes and rotates her hips, begging me to give her more.

"Open your eyes." She doesn't. I don't even know why I want her to. For some reason, I need her to. I press harder into her with my arm, and her head smashes into the wall. "Open your eyes," I growl, and she finally does. My heart stops. There is so much pain and sadness I can't even stand it. I back away from her, and her eyes quickly return to the fury they've had since I met her. The fury that I thought was who she was.

"What are you doing?! Get back here!" She yells at me and steps forward.

"Not this. I can't do this." I back away, not wanting to take my eyes off of her in case she attacks me. Based on her kicks under the table, I'm sure I don't want to full-on fight her, even if we are both slayers.

"Then get the hell out of here!"

My back hits the door. "Why are you doing this? What is the matter with you?" I ask quietly. I can't help myself. She has so much. How can she be trying so hard to pretend she's something she's not? I am still trying to figure out why I care.

"You don't know anything about me." She scowls at me, arms folded over her chest.

"I know this isn't who you are."

"How can you possibly know who I am?"

"There's no way you have this amazing mother and friends if this is who you are."

"Fuck you! Just get out of here!" She's screaming at me, but there are tears in her eyes.

I know I'm right about this.

I want to laugh at her, she's trying to be so hard, but I can see she's soft inside. She's put up walls and tried to shut everything out, but it's creeping back in. She doesn't know what it's like to have to be hard.

To need it to survive.

"You said you wanted to be my friend. I've never had one before, but I'm pretty sure this isn't how friends treat each other. You want to use me just like everyone else does, and I don't have to put up with that anymore. And I'm sure as shit not putting up with it from you."

She gasps a little and backs away from me. I turn to open the door. Her voice freezes me before I can open it.

"Have you ever died?"

"Actually, yeah." I really wish I didn't just say that. Something is making me want to connect with her. I can't seem to hide from her the way I can with everyone else.

"You did? When? How?" She seems oddly excited about the news of me dying.

"It doesn't matter. Thing is, I didn't have what you have."

"What do I have?"

"People who love and care about you. I would give anything to know what that's like." I can't believe I just admitted that. The look on her face tells me I finally reached her. She drops to the bed, wrapping her arms around herself, and starts to cry. I'm screaming in my head to leave - instead, I walk over to her, pull her to me and hold her while she cries. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I have no reason to comfort her.

"Buffy? Are you OK?" Mrs. S opens the door and sees us. Her eyes widen as she sees her daughter's shorts and underwear pooled on the floor. Guess she lied about no one being home. What the hell would have happened if I didn't stop her downstairs? How much of what I said did she hear?

"It's not what it looks like. She was just changing." I quickly stand up and back away from the bed.

She looks at me like she knows I'm lying. "Yes, well. I'm just going to get breakfast started. Come down when you're ready."

"It's not her fault, don't be mad at her." Buffy offers, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"I'm not mad, dear. We just have things to talk about if Faith will be staying with us."

"I told you I was going to leave today."

"We have a spare room. You should stay. I think this is where you belong." She smiles sadly at me and exits the room.

"She's right, you know. This is where you belong."

"I don't belong anywhere." What is it with these people? They don't know anything about me. Why would they want me to stay here?

She frowns and gets dressed. "I'm sorry about… how I've been... I had a rough summer, and I used a lot of people."

"It's OK. I think I get it." I'm not sure why I think I get anything. I'm pretty sure we have nothing in common except being slayers.

"Yeah, I think you do too. That's why you should be here. We're the only ones who can understand what it's like."

I don't know what to do. There's no doubt we have a connection and will probably have a lot of fun together. I just can't let myself get too attached. Things I get attached to tend to get broken.

"Tell me about how you died."

I shrug, wishing I hadn't admitted to it. Her eyes are pleading with me, and as much as I want to resist, I just can't. She needs to feel close to me, and I need to let her. "It was before... My ma's drug dealer. I don't really remember much. I was yelling at him to get out, and he started beating on me."

I watch her face as I explain, expecting to see pity or something similar. I don't see that at all. I only see fury and anger. Her fists clenched on her lap. "I woke up a few weeks later. They said I was dead for three minutes, and they put me in a coma until I recovered."

"What happened to him?"

I grin at the memory. "It was a few months later when I got my power. I didn't know what was happening. I was just wicked strong all of a sudden. So I paid him a visit. I think he's still in his coma."

She laughs, and I feel alive. She gets it. She gets me. Anyone else would be horrified by what I just told her. My watcher was wicked pissed when she found out what I did. Giving me a speech on not hurting humans. I'm not sure a guy like that counts as human, so whatever.

She stands up and holds out her hand, "so you'll stay?"

The smell of breakfast drifts up the stairs, and my stomach responds. If there's going to be a warm bed and regular food, not sure I can complain too much. "Yeah, I'll stay. I'm not going to be your girlfriend, though."

"We'll see about that." She winks at me and leads me out of the room.