author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13
pairing: Faith/David (from Lost Boys)
Darkened Faith 13: Buildind on What's There
Disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the movie Lost Boys.
distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, TNL. anyone else ask.
note: rather AU-ish for Faith. No big needed in Sunnydale Crisis, no big needed in LA crisis. Post Lost Boys the Movie.
Faith smiled as the air flowed past her. She could feel herself tossed around, like a leaf on the surface of a stream, and she just let herself move. She was really in the air, in no danger of falling. She whispered "up, up and away..."
"Having fun playing Superman?" David's voice was full of amusement.
"Do I look like Superman?" Faith smirked at him, one hand running along her hip.
With a snort, he shook his head. "No. Just the dark hair, otherwise you look a lot better."
Faith stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm probably going to catch wicked sunburns and strange ghost like reflections. Let me enjoy this for a little bit."
"You're overlooking another advantage to this, Faith." David's voice just seemed to curl around her, and it seemed to warm her from the inside.
"What advantage?"
This time, his arms wrapped around her, sliding over her back, his hand touching the bare flesh of her back as it slid under her shirt. "You won't be alone anymore. You'll be with me."
"ohhh..." The sound slipped out before she could contain it. His touch felt so nice, somehow soothing and comforting and arousing all at once. "I can feel you now... inside."
"It's the blood that I gave you. Your blood is my blood." He slowly pulled her closer, until their bodies were touching. "My blood is your blood. Blood calls to blood, Faith. Can you feel it?"
She ran her hands down his chest, savoring the muscles, even if there was a thin layer of cotton between her hands and his skin. She pressed a bit closer, feeling his erection against her hip. "I feel you, David. But... we're sort of... well, I don't know if that's possible up here, but I'm definitely not ready to try it."
David chuckled, and leaned in, his lips brushing over her neck, nipping lightly over her pulse. "Maybe we can find out later?"
Faith sighed, leaning against him, her hand sliding up to tangle in his hair. His teasing nibbles felt so good... And they were definitely intended to be seductive. "Didn't you say something about cider earlier?"
"Cider?" He blinked, as if her words didn't quite make sense. "You're thinking about cider?"
"Well, someone's got to change the subject before we end up half naked and so distracted that we fall out of the sky." Faith sighed, leaning her head against his chest, wondering what his skin would taste like, imagining running her tongue over his collar bone, nibbling up his neck. "After cider, maybe we can find somewhere a bit less... exposed. Maybe a bed."
"I'm not going to let you fall, Faith. It's taken too long and so much to get you here with me." He kissed her forehead, and sighed. "So, we land, have some cider, and then..."
"And then we go back to your place and try a few things that require a lot less clothing." Faith smiled at him, breathing in his scent, wondering if arousal and frustration had a smell, if she'd know them if she smelled them.
It wasn't much later that they were walking through the doors of the coffee house, looking at the slate up on the walls, with items and prices written in chalk. There were a few people, mostly clustered around a couple tables, and busily discussing something involving the color red, make up, and 'cultural significance and connotations'. Faith figured they had to be college students. She could hear them far more clearly than she was used to, and her eyes drifted towards their throats, to the veins in their wrists as they gestured and debated.
"I still say that it looks like ceremonial invocation." Faith smiled at him, looping her arm though his as she determinedly looked away from the college students and towards the counter. Don't look at them, don't think about their blood, don't wonder how they taste...
David just laughed, and pulled out his wallet. "And I still say that there's no ceremony going on here."
Neither of them noticed the way that an older man reading a magazine twitched at their exchange, looking at the two of them through shimmering glass spectacles as he adjusted a very battered hat on his head.
A cheerful waitress made her way to the old man, handing him a cup of coffee. "Here's a refill, Dr. Jones."
Faith leaned over to David, and whispered "Can we get a seat in the back? Away from most of the people?"
"Absolutely. Then I can flirt more easily with you. We won't embarrass the waitresses." He smiled at her, his fingers caressing the back of her hand. Looking at the clerk, his smile faded a bit. "Two hot ciders."
Slowly, they moved to the back with their cider. Even if there wasn't any sort of ceremony going on here, there was clearly something between them, and they both knew it, could feel it. Faith inhaled the steam from the cider, deciding not to try to drink it just yet.
Looking at David, she offered a small smile. "This... between us. It's been building for a while, hasn't it?"
"From the first moment that I saw you. I wanted you then, and the rest... It's been a persistent effort." David smiled. "I didn't want you to slip away from me, Faith."
"Even when you just said hi over coffee?" Faith shook her head. "A lot more patience than I'm used to."
"Patience can pay off. You're here with me now, aren't you?" He reached over, his hand cupping her cheek. "And I'm not letting you go."
Faith shivered, not certain if it was from delight that he wanted that level of commitment, pure attraction to him, or from the chance that desire would become obsession. "Lucky me?"
"I hope that's the way you see it. Instead of being David the stalker, I want to be David the lover, partner... friend." His eyes were focused on her, and there was so much intensity that she couldn't look away. "Let me be your everything."
Faith didn't have words to answer such a question. Instead, she leaned over, kissing him. The table between them prevented it from being too deep, but it had no trouble conveying her interest, her desire, and her acceptance of him in her life. "If I'm yours, then you're mine."
"Sounds fair enough to me." He kissed her again, smiling as if he'd just won. "This has been building between us. We couldn't be free of each other now even if we tried. Even if you walked out that door and left the state, left the country. I'd always be in you, in your mind, your blood. Just like you'll always be in mine."
"So, I guess we just build on what we've got." Faith smiled, and tried a little sip of her cider. "Ohh, still very hot."
David smiled, and murmured "Now who's got a burned mouth?"
"Well, when we get back to your place, you can kiss it all better." Faith offered, leaning back in her seat.
"That sounds very good." David grinned, and sipped at his own hot cider.
They didn't discuss anything else that had been on David's list of desires. Nothing of revenge against those who'd killed his family. The pain of those lost was not brought up. Tonight was about beginnings, not endings, and they would have plenty of time in the future.
end Darkened Faith 13: Building on What's There
rating: pg 13
pairing: Faith/David (from Lost Boys)
Darkened Faith 13: Buildind on What's There
Disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the movie Lost Boys.
distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, TNL. anyone else ask.
note: rather AU-ish for Faith. No big needed in Sunnydale Crisis, no big needed in LA crisis. Post Lost Boys the Movie.
Faith smiled as the air flowed past her. She could feel herself tossed around, like a leaf on the surface of a stream, and she just let herself move. She was really in the air, in no danger of falling. She whispered "up, up and away..."
"Having fun playing Superman?" David's voice was full of amusement.
"Do I look like Superman?" Faith smirked at him, one hand running along her hip.
With a snort, he shook his head. "No. Just the dark hair, otherwise you look a lot better."
Faith stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm probably going to catch wicked sunburns and strange ghost like reflections. Let me enjoy this for a little bit."
"You're overlooking another advantage to this, Faith." David's voice just seemed to curl around her, and it seemed to warm her from the inside.
"What advantage?"
This time, his arms wrapped around her, sliding over her back, his hand touching the bare flesh of her back as it slid under her shirt. "You won't be alone anymore. You'll be with me."
"ohhh..." The sound slipped out before she could contain it. His touch felt so nice, somehow soothing and comforting and arousing all at once. "I can feel you now... inside."
"It's the blood that I gave you. Your blood is my blood." He slowly pulled her closer, until their bodies were touching. "My blood is your blood. Blood calls to blood, Faith. Can you feel it?"
She ran her hands down his chest, savoring the muscles, even if there was a thin layer of cotton between her hands and his skin. She pressed a bit closer, feeling his erection against her hip. "I feel you, David. But... we're sort of... well, I don't know if that's possible up here, but I'm definitely not ready to try it."
David chuckled, and leaned in, his lips brushing over her neck, nipping lightly over her pulse. "Maybe we can find out later?"
Faith sighed, leaning against him, her hand sliding up to tangle in his hair. His teasing nibbles felt so good... And they were definitely intended to be seductive. "Didn't you say something about cider earlier?"
"Cider?" He blinked, as if her words didn't quite make sense. "You're thinking about cider?"
"Well, someone's got to change the subject before we end up half naked and so distracted that we fall out of the sky." Faith sighed, leaning her head against his chest, wondering what his skin would taste like, imagining running her tongue over his collar bone, nibbling up his neck. "After cider, maybe we can find somewhere a bit less... exposed. Maybe a bed."
"I'm not going to let you fall, Faith. It's taken too long and so much to get you here with me." He kissed her forehead, and sighed. "So, we land, have some cider, and then..."
"And then we go back to your place and try a few things that require a lot less clothing." Faith smiled at him, breathing in his scent, wondering if arousal and frustration had a smell, if she'd know them if she smelled them.
It wasn't much later that they were walking through the doors of the coffee house, looking at the slate up on the walls, with items and prices written in chalk. There were a few people, mostly clustered around a couple tables, and busily discussing something involving the color red, make up, and 'cultural significance and connotations'. Faith figured they had to be college students. She could hear them far more clearly than she was used to, and her eyes drifted towards their throats, to the veins in their wrists as they gestured and debated.
"I still say that it looks like ceremonial invocation." Faith smiled at him, looping her arm though his as she determinedly looked away from the college students and towards the counter. Don't look at them, don't think about their blood, don't wonder how they taste...
David just laughed, and pulled out his wallet. "And I still say that there's no ceremony going on here."
Neither of them noticed the way that an older man reading a magazine twitched at their exchange, looking at the two of them through shimmering glass spectacles as he adjusted a very battered hat on his head.
A cheerful waitress made her way to the old man, handing him a cup of coffee. "Here's a refill, Dr. Jones."
Faith leaned over to David, and whispered "Can we get a seat in the back? Away from most of the people?"
"Absolutely. Then I can flirt more easily with you. We won't embarrass the waitresses." He smiled at her, his fingers caressing the back of her hand. Looking at the clerk, his smile faded a bit. "Two hot ciders."
Slowly, they moved to the back with their cider. Even if there wasn't any sort of ceremony going on here, there was clearly something between them, and they both knew it, could feel it. Faith inhaled the steam from the cider, deciding not to try to drink it just yet.
Looking at David, she offered a small smile. "This... between us. It's been building for a while, hasn't it?"
"From the first moment that I saw you. I wanted you then, and the rest... It's been a persistent effort." David smiled. "I didn't want you to slip away from me, Faith."
"Even when you just said hi over coffee?" Faith shook her head. "A lot more patience than I'm used to."
"Patience can pay off. You're here with me now, aren't you?" He reached over, his hand cupping her cheek. "And I'm not letting you go."
Faith shivered, not certain if it was from delight that he wanted that level of commitment, pure attraction to him, or from the chance that desire would become obsession. "Lucky me?"
"I hope that's the way you see it. Instead of being David the stalker, I want to be David the lover, partner... friend." His eyes were focused on her, and there was so much intensity that she couldn't look away. "Let me be your everything."
Faith didn't have words to answer such a question. Instead, she leaned over, kissing him. The table between them prevented it from being too deep, but it had no trouble conveying her interest, her desire, and her acceptance of him in her life. "If I'm yours, then you're mine."
"Sounds fair enough to me." He kissed her again, smiling as if he'd just won. "This has been building between us. We couldn't be free of each other now even if we tried. Even if you walked out that door and left the state, left the country. I'd always be in you, in your mind, your blood. Just like you'll always be in mine."
"So, I guess we just build on what we've got." Faith smiled, and tried a little sip of her cider. "Ohh, still very hot."
David smiled, and murmured "Now who's got a burned mouth?"
"Well, when we get back to your place, you can kiss it all better." Faith offered, leaning back in her seat.
"That sounds very good." David grinned, and sipped at his own hot cider.
They didn't discuss anything else that had been on David's list of desires. Nothing of revenge against those who'd killed his family. The pain of those lost was not brought up. Tonight was about beginnings, not endings, and they would have plenty of time in the future.
end Darkened Faith 13: Building on What's There