By Norwalker
Part 5 of
Summary: What did Willow and Faith discuss in that little car trip from L.A. to Sunnydale in season 7? And what were the consequences? A Willow/ Faith story
Rating: R, Very R
Category: romance/drama/angst
Spoilers: Possible season 7 spoilers. Possible season 4 Angel spoilers. C'mon, you must have seen 'em by now!
Time Line: Mid season 7(after the return of Faith) and beyond
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon , Mutant Enemy and Fox own them.
Warnings: Adult themes, violence, sexual situations between members of the same gender. Please be aware, character death is always a distinct possibility. It can happen here, so don't say I didn't warn you!!! Any racist remarks are spoken by the characters, and are in no way shared by the author. This story is not meant for children.
Ok, now I know they've gone nuts.
That plan of theirs is one screwball idea. I mean, they expect me to buy into that … scythe? thingie is gonna make all the potentials slayers? All that outta one little weapon? I don't care what kinda power that things got, it aint no miracle stick, I can tell ya that. But boy did the potentials buy it. Whooo hooo they want it bad. I can see it in their eyes. Especially Ken-doll. Man, she's practically salivating over the idea. Maybe she just wants enough strength to whoop my ass, dunno. She's one jealous little bitch, I'll tell ya. Funny too. Confronts me today, warning me off, whatta hoot!
It was after weapons' practice. I let her lead the group, cuz frankly she's not too bad with the stuff. Thought it'd give her a little thrill to be in charge ya know? What a joke! Anyway, she comes up to me in the backyard, right?
" Hey, Faith, " Kennedy calls out to Faith, who's just about to the back door, " Can I talk with you ?"
" Yeah, sure, why not?" Faith says, turning around and going back out into the yard. Why do I get the feelin' this aint gonna be good?." What's the what, Kenny?" Faith asks. She sees the expression on Kennedy's face, and is already feeling this is going to be bad. Worse than she thought.
" What's the deal with you and Wills, Faith?" Kennedy asks straight out.
" Deal? Whatcha talkin' about, Kenny?" Faith asks, " no 'deal' … we're friends is all".
" Uh-huh, " Kennedy says, not buying that one for a minute, " Let me make this clear to you, Faith. Willow's mine, she belongs to me."
" She's… yours, " Faith says, a slight mocking tone creeping into her voice, " so like, you own her then? Hmmm. Funny that, thought slavery was like illegal?"
" Funny, Faith, but we're together, me and Willow. So back off. Quit trying to make time, " Kennedy says, her voice edgy.
" Excuse me? Did I just drop into another dimension, or something?" Faith says, fully mocking now, with a definite undercurrent of irritability. " Are you deaf, stupid, or both? I just said there's no "deal" between me and Red. We're friends, got it , moron? Is that clear enough for you? I aint tryin' to horn in on 'your' girl, stupid, so drop the jealous crap!".
"Don't play all innocent with me, Jail bitch. I know she's sneakin' around to see ya. So, I'm tellin' you, back off!" Kennedy says, her face flushing.
" Sneakin' around? Come on, 'baby bitch', Faith says, incredulous, " you gotta be jokin, right? No sneakin' here, girl".
"Really? How come she's lying about who she's with then? I mean about her going to Tara's grave. She told me she went with Xander, but that's a lie. She came back smellin' of dope, and I'd just seen Xander 15 minutes before… no dope on him. I aint stupid, Faith. I know you were with her. I could still smell the dope in your jacket the next day. So cut the crap, and tell me the truth. What's going on between you and Wills?" Kennedy, never overly smart, is just inches from Faith's face. She's almost spitting the words at her.
Faith pushes her back, rather more gently than she wanted to. " Ya know, for not being stupid, you're doin a pretty good imitation of it. I went with her to Tara's grave, because she asked me to. She couldn't find anyone else, and you get all jealous of the time she spends there. God, you're a case, Ken-doll" Faith says, deliberately irritating her with the hated nick name, " You're even jealous of a dead girl. "
"Don't talk to me like that!' Kennedy snarls at her, " Like I'm some kinda kid!"
"Then stop acting like one!" Faith says, " Get over yourself. No ones tryin' to steal Red from you, especially not me!"
" You're a fucking liar!" Kennedy shouts at her, " I don't know what the deal is, but I can see the way she looks at you. She thinks you're special. Well, I don't get it. You're just some trampy escaped ex-con slut, far as I can see!".
"Really?" Faith says, her temper beginning to rise, " Well, guess it's better than some half baked slayer wannabe. Who frankly has the brains of a turnip, and the self-confidence of a cat at a dog show. You're pathetic!" Faith, starting to steam, turns to stalk off… tired to death of Kennedy's crap.
" Hey… HEY!!! Don't you turn your back on me, bitch!" Kennedy reaches out and grabs Faith's shoulder.
Faith stands stock still. The tension ripples through her body. She growls over her shoulder.
" If you wanna keep that hand, you damned well better get it off my shoulder," Faith's voice is low, but deadly.
"Whatcha gonna do, Faith? Hit me?" Kennedy sneers. She knows Faith won't hit her, for Willow's sake.
But that doesn't mean Faith won't do anything. Before she can think, Kennedy finds herself flying over Faith's shoulder, and landing hard on the ground. She starts to get up when a voice comes floating over from the porch.
"What's going on here?" Willow asks, looking over the situation. She doesn't look especially pleased.
" Nothin', " Faith replies, helping Kennedy up, " Ken-doll wanted a little demo of an over the shoulder toss, and I gave her one… right Kenny?" Faith looks at her as if to say, ' be smart and just go along'.
Kennedy, however, is too mad to get it. She turns, and starts to tear into Faith. Not expecting it, Faith is knocked back, but only for a second. She holds Kennedy back, and does a leg sweep on her, knocking her to the ground.
" Stop it, STOP IT!" Willow shouts, " The both of you, knock it off." She marches over to where Kennedy is laying on the ground, and helps her up. " Don't we have enough trouble with The First, without you two fighting? I can't believe you two!" Willow says, crossly, " Are you children? Why're you fighting, anyway?"
" Ask her, Red, I don't want nothin' to do with this!" Faith says, her temper on the rise again, " She's got real problems. Like jealousy to the max, for one. Tell her to back the fuck off!"
" Faith, she's hot tempered , I know" Willow says, " But I really expect more maturity out of you. I mean, you know she doesn't stand a chance against you in a fight, and yet here you are, fighting with her. What're you thinking, anyway?"
" I'm thinking, Red, that I coulda done a lot more damage to her if I'd wanted to, " Faith says, her voice low, but serious, " I held back, I tried to walk away, but she wasn't havin' none of it, " Faith turns on Kennedy, " I don't get you, and I don't like you. But for Red's sake, I've been tolerating you. But if you start calling me names again, start getting in my face again, and all bets are off, Kenny. Got it?"
" Back off, Faith!", Willow says, her face flushed angrily. For a brief moment, her eyes turn black. " Just leave her alone!"
" Fine, I'll do that, if she leaves me alone!" Faith says, irritated. " She started this!"
" And you decided to teach her a lesson, huh?" Willow says, " Well, you need to start being a little more mature, Faith. Walk away, got it?"
" I tried to walk away, " Faith protests.
" Try harder, " Willow says.
"Fine, if that's what you want, I'll walk away. My pleasure, " Faith says, sarcastically. She turns and starts to storm off, but then stops, and says over her shoulder, " just keep her outta my way!" She starts to walk away, but stops again. She turns back. " Matter of fact, the both of you keep the hell outta my way! I don't need this crap, from either of you!" She turns on her heel, and storms into the house.
Losers, both of them. They deserve each other. I hope they fucking choke!
Where the fuck was I? Oh yeah. Red and Buffy now got this idea that they can make slayers outta the bunch of girls scouts they call potentials. Well, I can tell ya their full of crap. It aint gonna happen, and we're all probably gonna get our heads torn off in this fight.
But ya know? I kinda hope I'm wrong. I hope they succeed, and they make all these little twerps slayers. That way, if I survive, I can just walk away from this crap. Start having a real life. Whatever happens, if I survive, I'm so outta here they'll choke on my dust. And I'll be laughin' as they choke.
They're nuts. The whole bunch of 'em
Willow and Kennedy watch as Faith storms out of the backyard. Kennedy, standing behind Willow, chuckles.
" Stupid slut" She says, " You showed her. She's nothing but a …." But she doesn't get to finish.
Willow turns on her, and slaps her as hard as she can. Kennedy stands shocked.
" What the hell?" Kennedy says, rubbing her quickly reddening cheek.
" I'm sick to death of your little jealousy games, Kenny" Willow says, her voice rising, " I'm sick to death of having to defend you to everybody. What the heck is your trauma, moron ?" Willow spits at her, " If you can't trust me by now, if you don't believe I love you by now, then you better get your ass outta my room. Cuz I'm about this close to kicking you out, anyway!"
" Well, maybe I wouldn't have reason to be jealous if you didn't lie to me, Wills, " Kennedy retorts, " You lied about going to Tara's grave with Xander. I know that! You were with her, doing who knows what!"
" You're right, I shouldn't have lied. But I was tired, and upset, and didn't want to fight. And I know if I'd told you I went with Faith to the graveyard, you would've had another one of your jealousy fits. Am I right?" Willow says, angrily.
Kennedy just stares at her sullenly ,feeling she's in the right.
" I'm tired of this constant jealousy from you, Kenny, " Willow says, " I'm tired of feeling like you don't trust me. Let me make this as clear as possible. I DON'T LOVE FAITH, I LOVE YOU! I DON'T LOVE ANYONE BUT YOU!" Willow is getting angrier by the moment, and Kennedy, sensing her rage, backs off.
" I … I just love you so much, Wills. I don't … I can't stand the idea of losing you. Not to her" Kennedy nods her head towards the house, indicating Faith, " Not to anybody. I get crazy, I know. But I'm sorry, I really am!"
Willow rubs her forehead, as if she's got a headache. She shakes her head. " No, I'm sorry, I just can't deal with it anymore. You're not losing me, Kenny. But if you keep this up, you will. That's a promise. NOT because I want to be with someone else, just because I won't want to be with YOU. This stops now, I don't want any more of this crap, or I swear, it's over. Do you get it?"
Kennedy nods.
" Not good enough, say it" Willow says, firmly.
" I get it, ok?" Kennedy says, contritely.
" Good. Because I figure you understand what I mean. One more time, Kenny. That's all it's gonna take." Willow turns and starts to walk off. She turns back. " You better figure on NOT sleeping in the bed tonight, clear?"
" Yes, " Kennedy says, barely audible.
"Fine, " Willow barks, then she turns and leaves.
Kennedy stands there for awhile, head down, fists clenched. She's not a happy camper, but she knows she's almost blown it today. She's got to be more careful.
But she's gonna get Faith back, one way or another.
That's a promise.
She leaves.
Buffy is at the bottom of the stairs when she hears a door to one of the bedrooms slam shut so hard, it sounds like it's going to come off it's hinges. She knows only one other person with that kind of strength… two, actually, but Spike isn't here.
Now what? She asks herself.
At that moment, Kennedy comes slamming through the living room. Her face is grim, and she's moving like her tail is on fire.
Why oh why do I get the feeling that she's got something to do with this?
" Hey, hold up, Kennedy. What's going on?" Buffy asks, but Kennedy just brushes by her, ignoring her. Buffy rolls her eyes.
One of these days…. Buffy thinks to herself, grimly.
Next to come through the living room is Willow. She also looks grim, and is flushed and angry to boot. Buffy, now getting irritated, plants herself in front of Willow, effectively halting her.
" Ok, Will, spill it. What's goin' on? I've got one pissed off, wanting to tear the place apart slayer upstairs. I got one pissed off SiT brushing past me like the wind, and I've got, " She looks carefully at Willow, who's going red in the neck, " One very angry Wicca standing in front of me, shooting daggers out of her eyes. With everything that's going down tomorrow, I'm thinking, I don't need this. So, what's the haps, Will?"
Willow stares at her, impatiently, " God just a fucking mess, Buffy. A total fucking mess, " Willow says, the frustration, anger and feeling of helplessness coming through loud and clear in her voice. She makes an impatiently rude noise.
Buffy looks at her long time friend and confidant, worried. She's heard Willow maybe use the "F " word three times in her life. She's feeling a little nervous, because Willow has to be pretty far pushed to the edge before she uses it. And pushing the witch to the edge is not a good idea.
Buffy puts her hands on her hips, and strikes a stern pose. " My god, Willow, do you use that mouth to kiss your mother with?" She asks, not able to entirely play it straight, the mockery and amusement carrying through her tone
Willow looks at Buffy flabbergasted. She sees this tiny blonde woman standing in front of her, looking all too much like her own mother. She can almost see Buffy point straight upstairs, at the bathroom, and telling her, " Young lady, go wash your mouth out with soap!". It's so off the wall and unexpected that she immediately feels the rage in her dissipate, replaced by a desire to giggle. Which of course, she tries to suppress, because well… heck, she's angry. But of course that just makes it worse, and she lets out a giggle.
Buffy retains her stance, but a tiny little grin appears on her face. She gives Willow a sidelong glance, as if to say " Now, what was so tragic?" and that does it. Willow bursts out laughing, releasing all the built up tension.
When she finally regains control, she growls out at Buffy, playfully, " Grrrrrr… how do you do that, Buff? God, I should be so peed at you!" Willow says, gasping, the giggles still present, " but I'm not." She takes a breath, and tries to look serious again, but it's nearly hopeless. Still, she tries. " This is serious!"
" Well, how about telling me what's going on?" Buffy says.
" It's Kennedy and Faith. I caught them fighting outside, " Willow says, a trace of guilt creeping into her voice.
" Swell… just what we need. Hurricane meets volcano on the day before we go after the First, " Buffy sighs. She notes the tone in Willow's voice, " so what were they fighting about, anyway?"
Willow blushes, and looks at the floor. " Me, " She says, in a small voice.
" Willow, you minx!" Buffy says in high humor. Willow looks up, throwing daggers at Buffy with her eyes.
" What?" Buffy says, chuckling, " It's funny!"
" It's so not funny!" Willow says, perturbed, " they really don't need to be at each other's throats right now".
" Look, Will , " Buffy says, suddenly sober, " Even if our plan goes well, we still face the distinct possibility that we could lose tomorrow. I'm sorry, I'm not being very sympathetic, " Buffy says, contritely, " But I got bigger things on my mind right now. The fact that you've got two women jealous of each other over you? Well, that's just bonus, as I see it."
" Buffy, you're so off base, " Willow says, defensively, " there's like nothing between Faith and me. I'm with Kennedy".
" Uh-huh, " Buffy says, knowingly, " if you say so, Will " . But her expression belies her words.
" Buffeee!" Willow protests, " Faith and I are just friends. That's all."
" Gee, Will, did I say any different?" Buffy asks, innocently.
" Grrrrrr. Buffy, you make me so…." Willow is ready to explode again, " I'm telling you, nothing is going on between me and Faith. Geeze, do I gotta draw you a diagram?"
" Gee, Will. Chill. I'm only yanking your chain, " Buffy says, mildly. Wasn't sure before, but I'm thinking that one brunette slayer and one red headed witch definitely have something going… even if they don't get it! " But I've still got two very stubborn women with very ruffled feathers in the house. So, gotta ask, whose you gonna try to unruffle first?"
" Well, Ms. Nosy Parker, " Willow says, annoyed, " NOT that it's any of your business, but Faith," Willow says, " ONLY because I was rather unfair to her!"
" Sure, sure, I gotcha, Will" Buffy grins, like the Cheshire cat. It's too fun, teasing Willow. Not enough fun, lately.
" Well, Ms. Think-I-know-it-all, you don't know anything!" Willow sputters, " I love Kennedy! I do!"
" Will, honey, it's ok, " Buffy says, mildly, " I'm so not arguing with you." She walks over and gives Willow a hug, which just adds confusion to her already cyclonic confusion. While holding her, she whispers in her ear, " Ya know, if I were you, I'd go for the hottie" Buffy give her a friendly pat on the butt, and breaks the clinch, walking to the kitchen.
" But… but… their BOTH hotties !" Willow calls out after Buffy, confused and miserable. Realizing what she just said, she blushes.
Damn!
Faith is beyond furious. She can't stay still in her room. She lays down, jumps up off her bed, paces, goes to the window, then throws herself back on the bed. Finally, frustrated beyond all measure, she jumps up, goes to the closet and gets out her duffle bag. She throws it on the bed, and turns to the dresser. Without looking, or thinking, she starts emptying the drawers, throwing clothing helter-skelter in the general direction of the bed and duffel bag. At this point, she's really not caring where they land up.
What the hell am I doing here, anyway? She asks herself, this is totally bogus. I came her cause Red asked me to come. Why the hell was I so fucking stupid to think things would be any fucking different? Same old crap as before, just a new wrapper. I gotta be the dumbest person in existence. Thinkin' I could actually do something right in good ol' Sunnyhell. Ya'd think by now I'd get it. There should be a sign outside Sunnydale reading " Welcome to Sunnydale, unless you happen to be Faith!" Shit, what the hell WAS I thinking? That I could make good? That I could get them to like me? How pathetic is that? God, am I that needy? I need the approval of Blondie& Co.? Shit, no! Only one I gotta please is me. Why don't I ever get that through my fucking thick skull. Can tell ya, I got lots better things to do than get my ass killed here! Whatever, anywhere but here's gotta be better. Red and Blondie and the slayer scouts can take care of this. I'm outta here!
She starts to throw stuff into her duffel bag, not really caring how it turns out. All she wants is OUT. She's just reaching for her clothing on hangers when there's a soft knock at the door.
"What?" She calls out, harshly
"Faith?" Willow calls through the door, " can I come in? "
" Don't think so. Bye now, " Faith grabs her clothing, and starts to stuff it in the duffel bag.
" Faith, please. I need to talk to you" Willow says, plaintively, " Please?"
" We've done our talking, Red. You made it pretty clear what you want," Faith replies, her tone edgy, " So, just get outta my face, ok?"
" Just listen, please, Faith?" Willow pleads, continuing, " I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to jump all over you. Just… I thought… oh, poop I don't know what I thought. I just know I blew it. Please, I was wrong, ok? Can't we be friends?"
" No, actually, we can't, " Faith says, cruelly, " Frankly, I don't want to be your friend… just get lost, ok?"
"Faith, please, " Willow says, leaning against the door, " I don't want to lose you as a friend. What do I gotta do to make it right?"
The door swings open, and Willow practically falls into Faith's room. Faith catches her, and puts her upright.
" Sometimes, Red, you can't make things right, " Faith says, quietly, her voice surprisingly calm, " sometimes you fuck them up forever." Faith turns away, and goes back to her bag, packing, " I thought I could come back here, make things right. But I can't, Red, I just can't. You guys are always gonna see me as psycho-killer-slut. I've bent over backwards tryin' to get along, and I'm just falling deeper into crap. I'm done, Red. I don't give a rat's ass anymore."
"Faith…what're you doing?" Willow says, seeing the duffel bag. "You're not leaving, please say you're not leaving!"
" Sorry, Red, can't say that, cuz I'm leavin', " Faith says, acidly, "Been here, done this, now getting gone."
"Faith, you can't go! We're depending on you. We need you, Buffy really needs you!" Willow cries, " How can you leave now?"
"Easy Red, just watch me, " Faith says, turning and stabbing Red to the wall with her eyes," Listen to me, witch. Buffy's got what she's always had. You, Xander, the scoobies. She even has the Slayer scouts. Bonus. She's managed to save the world without my help before. Funny, somehow I think she'll manage again."
"B-B-But Faith, I need you, " Willow says, desperately, " I really need you. You're… you're like… you know what I've been through. I … need that. I need someone to help me. I'm not strong like you. I'm so scared." Willow's confidence collapses, along with her composure. She turns away, trying to hide. She doesn't want Faith to see her this way, so weak. Her face bunches up as the tears start rolling down her cheeks. She grips herself, trying not to sob.
Faith, despite her anger, feels… compassion for the woman. She knows too well what it's like to feel that darkness, to revel in it, and then to sober up, hating what you've become. Trying to claw your way back, and everybody making it so much harder by 'forgiving' you, without really forgiving you. Despite how angry she is right now, she knows deep down she likes this woman, respects her, because she's fought to become herself again. It's like a drug, only worse, that power. It takes you, seduces you, and eats you alive, til there's nothing left of you. Giving it up is nearly impossible, because it makes you feel so powerful, so alive. But it's a joke, cause who you are, the things you are, the stuff you believe and feel, all that dies within you. Your nothing, you stop feeling, and you don't even know it.
Faith walks over to Willow, and puts her hands on Willow's shoulders. She turns her gently, and sees her crying. Her heart, her hard, hard, don't give a shit about nobody heart melts. She pulls Willow into an embrace, holding her close, like a child.
"It's going to be ok, Red, " Faith says, trying to reassure the despondent witch. She rubs her back, and cuddles her." I promise you'll be ok."
" I'm so scared, Faith, " Willow says, sobbing freely now, not caring, " I'm so afraid I'm gonna become … that thing again… what Buffy wants me to do … I'm afraid that… using those powers are gonna make me go dark again. Even simple magic pushes it close to the edge. How can I do that spell? I can't go… there again. I can't."
"Red… Willow, " Faith says, calmly, " You're stronger, a lot stronger than you think. You can do this, I know you can. Buffy believes in you…"
"C'mon Faith, you know Buffy, " Willow sniffles, " Sweet girl, not too bright."
" Trust me, Red, I'm the first to rag on Buffy when she's wrong. But she's not wrong, not this time" Faith says, " You can do this. You're strong, you're powerful. You just gotta believe in you like I believe in you!".
" Really?" Willow asks, looking into Faith's eyes, " you think this'll work?"
" Look, Red, I'm not gonna lie to you, " Faith says, " I think the whole idea is wonky. It just doesn't make sense to me".
" Well, thanks loads, " Willow says, " that really makes me feel a whole lot better. Ever think of doing this for a living, Faith?"
" You're not getting it, " Faith sighs, " I think the idea is totally bogus. But if anybody…ANYBODY… can pull this off, Red, it's you!"
Willow looks deep into Faith's eyes, until Faith begins to feel more than a little nervous. But she lets her do it, because she needs to.
" You really believe it, don't you?" Willow says, amazed." You really do believe in me, don't you?"
" Yeah. God knows why, but I do, " Faith admits, somewhat reluctantly.
"T-T-Then can I ask you something, a favor, please?" Willow says, almost begging. Her grip on Faith gets tighter, as if she doesn't want her to be able to squirm out of it.
" No promises, Red," Faith says, almost knowing what Willow's going to ask.
"Please, please stay. Please, " Willow entreats, " I need… I need someone who really believes in me to be here. If … I know you're here, counting on me, needing me to do this, I can do it… as long as you believe I can."
"Red, Buffy believes in you. Kennedy, despite her being an asshole, is smart enough to believe in you, " Faith says, trying to worm her way out of this. So don't need this. Don't want this! I don't … I really, really don't! " You don't need me to be here."
" No… not enough, not enough!" Willow cries, clinging tighter to Faith, " They don't know… what I've been through. Not like you. You know. You know what a hell it is . How damned seductive it is . I need YOU, Faith, because you understand. Please, say you'll stay… please… please….please" Willow puts her head on Faith's shoulder, in the crook where her neck joins her body. "I need you so bad. Please, Faith, I need you." She whispers the last into Faith's neck.
No! NO! NO! NO! NO! Faith's mind screams. Break away, run now. RUN! RUN! RUN! This is wrong, so wrong I can't tell you how wrong it is . Shove her away, make her go away. She's tricking you. She's lying to you. She doesn't need you.
Unknowingly, Willow has hit on Faith's greatest weakness, and maybe in a way, her greatest strength. Her need to be needed. Faith has been wanted by so many, she can't count them. But she's never felt she's needed. That she's essential. Not a toy, but a really, truly desired partner. All of her short life, she's searched for someone, somewhere that's needed her. Her strongest secret desire is to be leaned upon, to prove she's strong, really strong where it counts. For all her tough manner, for all her cynical ways, she's basically at heart a decent, loving woman. But it's hard to tap that part of her, because she's been hurt so many times. Unconsciously, Willow has tuned to that part of Faith. She might not be able to say it, or even know it in her mind, but on some level she knows that this is what Faith needs above all. Someone who needs and counts on her.
"Alright, " Faith says, her voice having gone hoarse, "I'll stay, ok? Just… you gotta go now. I … I need to … do stuff."
"Please? Don't… make me go yet," Willow, her own voice soft and low, " please… just hold me… just for a little while. I …need to be held right now." If it's possible, she pushes herself closer to Faith, their bodies almost melding together, the heat building quickly between them.
" If … you… don't go… right now, Red, " Faith hisses between gritted teeth, " I…"
"What?" Willow breathes huskily into Faith's neck. Willow is beyond caring. Her need is so great, her need for this woman so dominant, that she couldn't be pried off her with a crowbar. "What?" She asks, looking up. her lips slightly parted, and oh so wet and ready. Her muted green eyes are sparkling.
Faith is lost. She's beyond words, beyond caring, beyond thought. All she knows is her need is so intense, she can't stop herself. Her lips descend and capture Willow's warm lips, and both of them are lost in the grip of their mutual passion.
Their lips smash against each others, the passion so consuming, so overwhelming. There is no gentleness here. Even animal passion pales against what they're feeling. Tongues, wet, hot, trying to dominate each others, dart in and out of their mouths. Hands move on their own accord. Later on, they won't even remember how they got naked, just suddenly, they were naked. Faith pushes Willow up against the door, slamming it to prying eyes. She lifts Willow, who wraps her legs around Faith's hips. Faith's mouth begins to consume Willows neck, shoulders, throat and breasts. She bites, she tongues, and she worries the loose skin. Faith's teeth marks begin to show up on Willows soft, pales skin. Willows moans and cries announce her loving what Faith is doing to her. She makes her hands into claws, seemingly, and is raking them over Faith's back, scratching her in her intensity. Faith growls, and bites hard on Willow's erect nipple, sending hard jolts of sexual fire to Willow's ever dampening mound. Her hips start to hump against Faith's belly as the fire in her mound begins to burn out of control.
Willow, sweet gentle Willow has become a savage animal. No, she's beyond animal, the demon in her comes out. She grabs Faith's head, pulling it up, laying a fierce, consuming kiss on her rich lips. She bites Faith's lips, pulling on them til they hurt. Faith's low grunts approve of what she's doing. Willow forces her tongue down Faith's throat while Faith's nails scratch and claw at Willow's sides.
Faith, Willow riding her like a horse, stumbles over to the bed. With a sweep of her arm she clears the duffel bag off the bed, and literally throws Willow down onto the cover. In a flash, in a move that's serpentine and sinuous, she's on top of Willow, her hands pinning down Willow's arms, her knees pinning Willow's legs. They growl at each other, their lovemaking savage and beautiful simultaneously.
Faith captures Willow's mouth in a hot, vicious kiss. Her tongue forces it's way into Willow's mouth. Willow sucks on Faith's tongue, pulling it deeper into her hot wet willing mouth. Willow uses a trick Buffy taught her to throw a vampire off of her, and manages to dislodge Faith's knees, wrapping her legs around Faith's waist and pulling her mound down to her own. She manages to somehow free her arms, and wraps them around Faith's back, pulling her closer. Her desire at a fever pitch, she begins to rub her overheated, sweaty body against Faiths, her breasts rubbing against Faith's fuller, heavier ones, her mound creating a sweet friction on Faiths. Faith's body responds, rubbing against Willows, stoking the hot fires already consuming them. Their bodies writhe in a fleshy, savage ballet, each bit of skin becoming an new dance stage, each touch almost lyrical in it's violence. What they have, what they're doing to each other goes beyond love, beyond lust, to a place so primal, so elemental it touches the very core, the very essence of their beings.
Faith, using her slayer strength, pulls away from the libidinous witch. She begins to take Willow, inch by inch, mouthful by mouthful. Her bites are not gentle, but Willow howls her approval, and uses her hands to direct Faith's head. Faith reaches Willows erect, painfully erect nipples, and bites on them hard, eliciting a low, guttural moan from Willow. She then suckles on Willow's breast, her tongue doing wonderfully erotic and savage things. Willow is in heaven, the ecstasy plainly etched on her face. She nearly screams out " Harder, harder, bite me harder". She's never felt anything like this in her life, and she's loving it beyond anything she's had before. Faith brings her hand up, and squeezes it hard on Willow's other breast, eliciting a pleasured gasp from Willow. Faith rolls the nipple between thumb and forefinger, and willow's hips go wild. She's bouncing all over the bed, her desire so hot she feels like she's melting inside.
Keeping her hands on Willow's breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples, Faith begins to bite, lick and kiss her way down lower on Willow's squirmy body. She can smell Willow's arousal, the musky sweet scent that makes her go even wilder. Her mouth becomes demanding, greedy. She uses her teeth almost like weapons, hurting Willow with the savagery, while making Willow even madder with desire. Every little inch of Willow is her playground, and she so doesn't like to share. She explores every bit, moving relentlessly towards Willow's inviting mound.
She finally reaches her target, finding it soaked in Willow's honey, the lips red and swollen and pouty. She runs her tongue along the inviting lips, eliciting a low throaty moan from Willow. In one savage thrust, she penetrates Willow with her tongue, capturing her mind, body and heart forever. Enjoying the sweet musky taste of her lover, Faith uses her tongue to drive Willow screaming over the edge. Her tongue is relentless, greedily licking her parted lips and her swollen, almost bursting bud. Willow's moans are constant, her groans deep and rasping. Her hips, out of control, press against Faith's head, locking her in place. Willow's mind, her brain, is gone. She's just one huge bundle of pleasured nerves. The intensity of Faith's licks and strokes and bites are building within her, like a flood building behind a damn. Slowly, relentlessly the cracks in the dam become wider, longer. The flood begins to seep through, causing the walls to become weaker…weaker… until finally, with one last stroke of Faith's tongue, with one last suck on her bud, the dam collapses, and Willow is drowned in a sea of intense pleasure. Her body stiffens as the waters of her orgasm wash over her. All of her sounds combine into a low, deep moan that builds slowly into a near ear shattering scream. Then her body, abused, bitten, hurting, collapses.
Faith, feeling dominant, feeling so free, slithers up to the exhausted Wiccan, gathering her in her arms, cuddling the sweat-soaked woman close. She lays a tender, soft kiss on Willow, gently capturing her lips.
But Faith in her lust forgot the one rule about Willow: Never, ever piss off the witch… even in a good way.
Willow opens her eyes, looking at Faith's beautiful face. She reaches over, and pulls her close, kissing the generous soft lips, gently caressing them between her own.
Faith suddenly feels what must be a thousand fingers touching her… in every conceivable place. She looks at Willow, and notices her muttering a spell.
" Hey… no fair!" Faith complains, as the fingers begin to pull and push and caress at her skin. " No magic".
Willow just smiles, and suddenly, Faith is pulled over on her back. The thousand fingers are caressing her all over at the same time… her back, her buttocks, her thighs and calves, her feet, her hips and sides, her breasts, her arms and neck and face. Faith has never felt anything like it before… and soon it's driving her wild. They're probing her, and poking her, and caressing her, and pulling at her, all in the right ways in the right spots. It's like every nerve cell of every square inch of her skin is being stimulated simultaneously, and it's slowly shorting out her mind.
But Willow is no spectator. She gets up, and slowly, agonizingly, and torturously licks every tiny inch of Faith's body. Faith thought the fingers made her crazy, but Willow could do things with her tongue Faith could only dream about before. It slid in every curve, every rise, and every crevice of Faith's sexy and sexually charged body. The tip of it did nasty nice swirly things around the areolas and nipples, making Faith nearly cum at that point alone. It caressed the contours of her belly, and twirled deliciously nastily around in her belly button. It caressed the creases of her hips, where her legs joined with her mound. It slid smoothly down her thighs, behind her knees, and over her calves. All the while, the thousand tiny fingers caressed her, brushing on her charged skin like a cool breeze, raising goosebumps, making her totally mindlessly horny beyond all comprehension. When Willow's mouth slipped over her toes, and began to suck, Faith nearly died of pleasure. When her tongue washed between her toes, she was driven crazier still.
But Willow, nasty Willow, wasn't done. She made a circle gesture with her hand, and suddenly Faith found herself flipped over onto her tummy. Ooof, what the hell is this witch doing to me… and oh god let her keep doing it! She suddenly feels Willow's tongue traveling northward again, and she feels her own wet response to it. Her nipples, engorged with blood and painfully erect, are being somehow still caressed by those nasty fingers… and oh god is she ready to pop.
She feels her hips being raised, and lowered onto Willow's shoulders, and she… oh god, she feels Willow's tongue caressing her butt crevice. Then it's sliding down…down and down, and pushing between her swollen nether lips. But what's making her crazy… is that it's not stopping…it keeps going deeper… and deeper… She's using magic, I know she is… no one's tongue can do that… it seems to swell and lengthen within her, fitting her perfectly… more perfectly than anything that's ever been there before. All the while, the thousand insistent, tiny fingers are touching her, caressing her. She's never felt anything like this before… and she never wants it to stop. And then Willow reaches out , and squeezes her bud….
Faith's mind shatters in the largest orgasm she's ever had. She's never been so out of control, so dominated by anyone before… and she likes it. She wants more… and more she gets, because Willow doesn't stop, she keeps at her, pushing her over the edge again and again, until even her slayer strength is exhausted. She's breathing heavily, her nipples are sore, and she's happier than she's ever been in her life.
The final spell brings Faith into Willow's arms. Willow cuddles her, caresses her, and holds her safe and warm. Faith has never been so thoroughly pleasured, never so loved in all her life. She's never been much of a cuddler… she always tends to kick her partners out of bed without a thought. But now, all she wants is to remain where she is, in Willow's arms, feeling warm and safe. Feeling loved, maybe for the first time in her life.
They snuggle together, temporarily sated and happy. But both are young, and strong, healthy and definitely horny women. This is only the preliminary bout… it's a long, intensely physical and intensely emotional night for both of them. They make love all night, never tiring of each other, always finding new, exciting and nasty ways to stimulate each other. They mate as if it's the last night of their lives.
Because it may very well be.
To be continued.
