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Buffy stood encased in shadows, she was a shadow, and her thoughts floating on a soft silky breeze as she waited. Her eyes closed, standing motionless as the light wind caressed her face, and the curtains swayed around her. Curtains soundlessly billowing like clouds, wrapping around her statuesque form, her body seemingly carved from marble. Her duster brushed her legs, swaying ever so slightly with the curtains, as though answering their soft touch. Lovers silk twirling in a dance of obsession, and complete possession of one another.
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Faith stood staring stonily at the tall broody vampire, his broad shoulders and tortured brown eyes making an intimidating image. Those soulful eyes showing all his wisdom and time, Wisdom my ass, yeah, you can kiss my ass too Angel, not fucking telling me B was turned, and he expects me to fucking trust him, FUCK!
"Look Angel I just don't get why you didn't tell me, let's just leave it at that!" Faith stalks angrily passed him, her emotions like waves crashing against everything around her. The vampire looks after her as she walks up the stairs of the hotel, headed to the upper levels, her room on the top floor. Angel wasn't sure why she wanted to be up that high after what had happened on the roof with Buffy. He still hadn't gotten all the details from that event out of her.
You need to open up to me Faith, Angel thought. The only way he saw her getting past this, and everything, was letting it out, in a way that didn't cause mass murder. He just hoped it wouldn't be too late, again.
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Faith stomps into her room, slamming the door behind her. She gives the door the same look she was giving Angel, so be relieved it didn't burst into flames. Her fists clench as she tries to control the anger boiling the blood in her veins. Her body shaking, her muscles clenching, a shot of adrenaline courses through her. The destructive passion was threatening to consume her all over again.
Come on, don't slip over this, it's just a little trust issue, you didn't expect everything to be just fine and dandy now did you? No, I expected to be dead.
The enraged brunette closes her eyes against the onslaught of emotion trying to drag her under. She opens her eyes, puffing a frustrated breath, and spins on her heal toward the bathroom, "I need a fucking shower."
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Shower first, then a late night visit from the dead, Buffy thinks, not letting her impatience get to her. Although, the thought of taking the young woman in the shower, has made a wide grin spread across the blonde's face. She turns to walk into the apartment and smacks face first into the uninvited barrier. She bounces off landing on her butt, "That is so unfair!" she whispers harshly, standing up. "I think I broke my ass bone," Buffy whines, asking the gods why they had to torture her so. "Might be cause I'm evil," she grins, then returns to her hiding place, once again letting the cloth encompass her in darkness.
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Faith steps out of the bathroom, the cool air making goose bumps rise upon her skin. She looks to the balcony, noticing the sliding glass door open and the curtains blowing outward in the wind. "Fuck, forgot to close that," she mumbles, walking across the soft carpet to close the window, knowing she'd have it open soon enough, stepping out for a smoke before bedtime.
The Dead Slayer hears her coming and jumps straight into the air like a cat, arching backwards and grabbing the ledge of the roof, pulling herself over, and landing in a crouch.
Oh no she didn't, Buffy thinks, as the sliding glass doors close. She puts a hand on her face and lets it slide down, Shit.
Faith finds a comfy sweatshirt, slipping it over her still damp skin. Icy water droplets dripping from her hair. She puts on some pajama pants to wear outside, the weather unusually cold, she'd be out of them before hopping in bed. Grabbing her lighter and a pack of cigarettes, then slipping on the goofy multi-colored slippers Angel had, for some godforsaken reason, bought for her. As far as she was concerned, she didn't particularly like walking around looking like someone barfed skittles on her feet.
Faith walked to the window, pausing before it as she noticed the condensation slowly covering the cold glass. Her chest ached as she reached a hand up, and using her pinky finger, drew a heart with a stake through it. She held her hand before it, as though uncertain of her next move. Her sad gaze turned to anger and she smeared her palm across the drawing, water droplets making their way down the glass, as though the window was crying the tears she wouldn't let fall.
She swallowed hard and opened the door, the brisk air making her shiver immediately. She blew on her hands, then pulled a cigarette out of the pack, moving to stand with her elbows on the balcony, leaning forward. She put the cigarette between her beautifully shaped lips, raising a hand to block the breeze as she attempted to light it. "Stupid piece of shit, fucking light already," she mumbled, her lips pronouncing the words around the cigarette.
Buffy watched her from above, her cold blue eyes sparkling with amusement at the slayer's misfortune. She stands up and simply walks off the ledge to land only three feet behind the agitated woman, still cursing her luck with lighters.
"Can never get the stupid things li-" her words end as a cool hand softly cups her hand holding the lighter. The cigarette dangles from her lips as Faith's wide, shocked eyes turn slowly to Buffy's smirking face.
"Need some help?" the blonde asks, gently taking the smoke from the other woman's lips, then placing it in her own. She nabs the lighter, as Faith continues staring dumbfounded at her, and cups her other hand around the lighter, then lights it smoothly. She puffs on the cigarette, and when satisfied it's lit, sets it in the motionless slayer's lips, letting her thumb slowly trail down Faith's full bottom lip.
Buffy smirks, "I think your supposed to inhale now," she quips, smiling and tilting her head to the side, studying the sultry brunette's features, now frozen in shock.
Faith suddenly snaps out of her daze, gripping her cigarette between two fingers and takes a large inhale. She blows it out quickly and takes another drag, quickly followed by another.
"Woah woah woah F, slow, don't hyperventilate on me." Buffy says, as the brunette takes puff after puff, then seems to realize something. The vampire only watches in amusement as Faith's weight shifts, the blonde already knowing she was going to run for inside, having left the door open.
The slayer only manages to lift her foot, pressing off the concrete before cold fingers grip her around her throat. She clamps her eyes shut as the small of her back hits the handrail, her body roughly pressed against it. She pops an eye open as she feels the cigarette taken from her lips, Buffy setting it between her own once again. The blonde finally exhales the former inhale of smoke out her nose, her nostrils flaring, a smoldering look on her face as she eyes the woman in her grasp.
Faith grips the guardrail, struggling to breathe with the iron vice grip around her throat. At least, it feels like an iron vice grip. The cold, dead flesh of the hand strangling her neck, is the same temperature as the metal bar beneath her fingers.
Faith opens her eyes fully, the glacier blue orbs before her making her freeze. She can see the excitement there, and a burning desire for her flesh.
Buffy grins, her pink lips spread over white teeth, eyes sparkling, "You know why I'm here don't you? Yes, yes you do," a chuckle, " I'm here for you, to want you, to take you," leaning in close, cigarette now in her free hand, her lips ever so close to Faith's soundlessly moving ones, "To have you," her voice hoarse with need.
"Are you going to let me have you Faith?" lessening her grip for only a moment, allowing her obsession a breath, "It's not like your really doing anything for humanity here. Working for Angel, oh come on Faith, we both know that's not gonna last. Do you really think he trusts you, you shot through him the chest with a poisoned arrow, and what is up with those slippers?" Buffy finally asks, her eyes glaring at the slippers that have obviously offended her in a very personal way, "I mean they look like some one threw up on you feet! I mean big sherbert ice cream spew, all over!" her hand fluttering in the air animatedly, the end of the cigarette glowing, smoke curling around her fingers as she pauses.
"Do you really want to work for Angel and wear slippers that look like someone shit out a rainbow?"
"The only reason your wearing them, I hope, is because you don't want to hurt his poor sappy feelings," Buffy leans back, putting her hand to her heart and making a crying expression. "Oh my god, I'm Angel, I have a soul, nobody understands me so I'm gonna brood and never fuck anyone again cos then I'd lose my precious soul and start killing. Oh boo-hoo, like killing people's that bad! Actually it's great."
A kiss on Faith's lips, savage and quick, her eyes hungrily dancing over her desire's features.
"You know all about that don't you Faith? You know about the power, the rush, the itch that you just can't scratch? Mmm, when you need to wrap your fingers around someone's throat and squeeze," eyes widening in excitment as her grip strengthens, the lessens again.
She presses her body flush with Faith's, forcing her leg between the younger woman thighs. She puts her arm over Faith's shoulder, smiling and exhaling smoke, then flicks the cigarette to the ground below. She begins grinding against her, the brunette's eyes slipping closed. Buffy could feel the heat on her thigh, and she can smell the arousal. She loosens her grip on the entrapped slayer's throat completely.
"Come on Faith, slayer, or a vampire, you're a killer all the same, you always will be."
She leans her head in, burying her face in Faith's neck, kissing and licking the heated flesh there. Soft and clean, pure Faith, pure passion and pain, sex and tears, blood and sweat, all of this linked to that one name.
Faith. Faith. Faith. Faith! Faith! Faith! Faith! FAITH!
She's mine! Echoes through the blonde's head as she purposely shifts to game face, biting into Faith's neck.
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