Title: What Dreams are Made of
Author: Samantha
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Belong to Joss and all them not to me Lyrics belong to Nick Carter
Notes: all in Faith's point of view, like she is telling u a story (Just in case I didn't make that clear)
Feedback: course I want feedback!
::Early morning small cafe beautiful vision comes my way
I watch her hips swing when she walks she leaves me speechless when she talks
I watch the sun shine though her dress makes my heart say yes::
It's always the same for me..
I'm working in a coffee shop, actually it's the one I used to work in back in Boston, I never told you about that? Huh? Anyway, let me tell you the fantasy.
The days been slow, we're not even really open, just doing cleaning and shit, for some reason I am working alone. I've got the radio on, only station we're aloud to play, some kiss fm station, you know that one, there are like a million of them across the country. Fucking Nick Carter is playing, I hate Nick Carter, I hate the Backstreet boys, Justin Timberlake, all that. But this song is fucking hot. I would not admit that to anyone but you so I better not hear about it from anyone else or I will know exactly whose ass I need to break.
So I'm fucking cleaning out the ice cream cooler right? Worst fucking job there is, but for today it's ok cause it is so god damn hot I'd be sweating like mother if I wasn't head first into the cooler. That's the reason the doors open too, even though we're closed, the air isn't on so the open door is letting in a little bit of a breeze. I hear the buzzer go off to tell me someone just walked in. I stand up annoyed as hell, there's a fucking sign out from telling people we're closed for spring-cleaning.
"Did you see the sign? We're closed," I say as I stand to see what sorta dumb ass walked in. Swear to god my fucking jaw drops. Most beautiful girl in the whole world is standing in front of me. Blonde hair to her shoulders, tight little body, encased in a loose white dress, and the way she is smiling at me right now makes my breath catch in my throat.
"We're closed," I saw again dumbly.
"I know, I saw the sign, but I'm just passing through town and my car has some sort of problem, it just stopped." She is still smiling, damn that voice, I feel myself getting hotter just from the sound of it, even if my arms still hang in the cooler.
"Stopped?" Again dumbly this is all I can get out.
"Stopped," she confirms with a nod her smile widening. "Not running, need help, could I use your phone?"
"Phone?" What am I fucking teddy rucksbin or whatever the hell that possessed bear was called. "Uh yeah it's in the back. Hold on a sec." I drop my towel into the cooler, and quickly rinse off my hands. I step around the counter and past the girl, pulling the door shut, clicking the lock. This is where I know it's a dream, cause in real life the girl woulda been freaked, here she just smiles holding out her hand.
"I'm Buffy," I shake her hand.
"Faith, come on in back," we're halfway back to the door to the back room before I realize that I haven't dropped her hand, and more importantly she hasn't pulled away. Still I feel self-conscious.
"Sorry," I let go of her hand.
"Don't be," she takes my hand again, there again is the heat.
I show her the phone on the back counter and she hops up on the counter as I dial the number for the tow truck, I hand her the phone to give the guy specifics. I can hear her talking to him, but can't hear the words, I'm staring where her dress road up just a little as she sat on the counter, exposing tan thighs. Without thinking about it I'm sliding my hand up her leg, running it from her heal up to the hem of her dress, and sliding it down between her legs which open more willingly than I expect, and my hand crosses to the other leg teasing it's way back down. She's hung up the phone now, not sure when that happened, her hands are on my hips pulling me to her. Her forehead on mine I feel her warm breath on my lips.
For an aching moment we stay like that, lips inches apart, every nerve on end, then we're kissing, hands everywhere, sliding through hair, pushing across skin, pulling each other close. I kiss down her neck and she sighs contently as she leans her head back, hands twisted in my hair keeping me close. She pushing me back then, jumping off the table and kissing me, forcing me backwards till my back presses against the wall, now I can feel her hand on my thigh, I'm no longer wearing jeans, not sure when that happened either, now I am wearing a micro jean skirt of Christina Aguilera proportions.
As her fingers brush against my center where the skirt came from no longer seems important. I bite my lip moaning through clenched teeth, as she kisses my neck.
"Do you like that?" She breathes in my ear.
"Uh huh," is all I can murmur, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my clit through my underwear.
"Does it feel good?" She whispers in the other ear.
"Yeah," I breath out, clasping my hand with her free one and pulling it to my mouth where I kiss her fingers before biting them gently. I find myself looking deep into wildly dilated green eyes, blonde hair falling in her face as she leans into me, her thumb applying the right amount of pressure, moving enough to cause me to shut my eyes again, only to open them when I realize I miss her eyes.
She leans in kissing the edge of my mouth, moving backwards lips dragging across my skin, then face pressed to mine.
"This isn't going to stop till I fuck you," she breathes.
"It's all over then, I slowly wake up feeling like I just had the most intense orgasm of my life, I can't even explain it to you. So what do you think?"
Buffy smiles up at me from where she is laying on her back, I'm propped up on one elbow, finished with my deepest fantasy/ dream.
"Let me tell you mine," is all she says as she pushes me down.
Author: Samantha
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Belong to Joss and all them not to me Lyrics belong to Nick Carter
Notes: all in Faith's point of view, like she is telling u a story (Just in case I didn't make that clear)
Feedback: course I want feedback!
::Early morning small cafe beautiful vision comes my way
I watch her hips swing when she walks she leaves me speechless when she talks
I watch the sun shine though her dress makes my heart say yes::
It's always the same for me..
I'm working in a coffee shop, actually it's the one I used to work in back in Boston, I never told you about that? Huh? Anyway, let me tell you the fantasy.
The days been slow, we're not even really open, just doing cleaning and shit, for some reason I am working alone. I've got the radio on, only station we're aloud to play, some kiss fm station, you know that one, there are like a million of them across the country. Fucking Nick Carter is playing, I hate Nick Carter, I hate the Backstreet boys, Justin Timberlake, all that. But this song is fucking hot. I would not admit that to anyone but you so I better not hear about it from anyone else or I will know exactly whose ass I need to break.
So I'm fucking cleaning out the ice cream cooler right? Worst fucking job there is, but for today it's ok cause it is so god damn hot I'd be sweating like mother if I wasn't head first into the cooler. That's the reason the doors open too, even though we're closed, the air isn't on so the open door is letting in a little bit of a breeze. I hear the buzzer go off to tell me someone just walked in. I stand up annoyed as hell, there's a fucking sign out from telling people we're closed for spring-cleaning.
"Did you see the sign? We're closed," I say as I stand to see what sorta dumb ass walked in. Swear to god my fucking jaw drops. Most beautiful girl in the whole world is standing in front of me. Blonde hair to her shoulders, tight little body, encased in a loose white dress, and the way she is smiling at me right now makes my breath catch in my throat.
"We're closed," I saw again dumbly.
"I know, I saw the sign, but I'm just passing through town and my car has some sort of problem, it just stopped." She is still smiling, damn that voice, I feel myself getting hotter just from the sound of it, even if my arms still hang in the cooler.
"Stopped?" Again dumbly this is all I can get out.
"Stopped," she confirms with a nod her smile widening. "Not running, need help, could I use your phone?"
"Phone?" What am I fucking teddy rucksbin or whatever the hell that possessed bear was called. "Uh yeah it's in the back. Hold on a sec." I drop my towel into the cooler, and quickly rinse off my hands. I step around the counter and past the girl, pulling the door shut, clicking the lock. This is where I know it's a dream, cause in real life the girl woulda been freaked, here she just smiles holding out her hand.
"I'm Buffy," I shake her hand.
"Faith, come on in back," we're halfway back to the door to the back room before I realize that I haven't dropped her hand, and more importantly she hasn't pulled away. Still I feel self-conscious.
"Sorry," I let go of her hand.
"Don't be," she takes my hand again, there again is the heat.
I show her the phone on the back counter and she hops up on the counter as I dial the number for the tow truck, I hand her the phone to give the guy specifics. I can hear her talking to him, but can't hear the words, I'm staring where her dress road up just a little as she sat on the counter, exposing tan thighs. Without thinking about it I'm sliding my hand up her leg, running it from her heal up to the hem of her dress, and sliding it down between her legs which open more willingly than I expect, and my hand crosses to the other leg teasing it's way back down. She's hung up the phone now, not sure when that happened, her hands are on my hips pulling me to her. Her forehead on mine I feel her warm breath on my lips.
For an aching moment we stay like that, lips inches apart, every nerve on end, then we're kissing, hands everywhere, sliding through hair, pushing across skin, pulling each other close. I kiss down her neck and she sighs contently as she leans her head back, hands twisted in my hair keeping me close. She pushing me back then, jumping off the table and kissing me, forcing me backwards till my back presses against the wall, now I can feel her hand on my thigh, I'm no longer wearing jeans, not sure when that happened either, now I am wearing a micro jean skirt of Christina Aguilera proportions.
As her fingers brush against my center where the skirt came from no longer seems important. I bite my lip moaning through clenched teeth, as she kisses my neck.
"Do you like that?" She breathes in my ear.
"Uh huh," is all I can murmur, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my clit through my underwear.
"Does it feel good?" She whispers in the other ear.
"Yeah," I breath out, clasping my hand with her free one and pulling it to my mouth where I kiss her fingers before biting them gently. I find myself looking deep into wildly dilated green eyes, blonde hair falling in her face as she leans into me, her thumb applying the right amount of pressure, moving enough to cause me to shut my eyes again, only to open them when I realize I miss her eyes.
She leans in kissing the edge of my mouth, moving backwards lips dragging across my skin, then face pressed to mine.
"This isn't going to stop till I fuck you," she breathes.
"It's all over then, I slowly wake up feeling like I just had the most intense orgasm of my life, I can't even explain it to you. So what do you think?"
Buffy smiles up at me from where she is laying on her back, I'm propped up on one elbow, finished with my deepest fantasy/ dream.
"Let me tell you mine," is all she says as she pushes me down.