Chapter 12: One Night

Willow walks briskly down the empty corridor on her way to Faith's room. She moves with a confidence she didn't know she had before reaching her destination; her eyes center on three digits beside a door.

Room 243. This is it.

Rounding her hand into a fist, she knocks - or rather, pounds - on the entrance. A few horrifying seconds pass before the door whips open to reveal a dazzling beauty. Willow's eyes sharpen as they take in Faith, who wears nothing but a pair of black underwear and a white-knit tank on her curvaceous body. A godless grin expands on her face as she rests one arm on the doorway and places her other hand on her hip, staring Willow down.

"Come to borrow sugar, neighbor?" Faith asks, her voice aiming for innocence.

"So to speak," Willow trembles. A light flickers eerily in the hallway and she wonders if her magic is responsible for it. Faith steps aside, allowing her room to enter - a request Willow accepts with vigor. The brunette shuts the door and locks it before turning around to make a move on Willow, who jumps away in response.

"Wait! A-Aren't we gonna talk first?"

"Talk?" Faith raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, talk."

"Oh, you mean like ... pick a safe word? How about -"

"No, I mean … like … talk. Get to know each other better," she says nervously. "I'll go first. I'm Willow, I -"

"Willow, you didn't come here to make smalltalk," Faith interrupts. She suddenly sounds a little disappointed by the idea that Willow might not be serious about tonight. "Did you? "

Willow lets herself breathe for a minute.

I can do this. I want this.

"... no, I didn't come here to make 'smalltalk'," she admits quietly, her eyes oozing with desire. Faith's sexually-charged smirk returns.

"Just relax," Faith drawls and takes another step towards her. "I'll take care of you." She traces an erect finger along Willow's exposed neckline, soft and slow. The red-head swallows hard as Faith begins tugging lightly at her jacket collar, shoving it off and over her freckled shoulders. She stands before her in a fuzzy, oversized sweater and Faith sniggers at the sight.

"Today's the day you chose to wear layers, hm?" Faith looks at Willow's shirt as if it's just another challenge she gets to overcome. Her face turning red, Willow presses her lips together and attempts to remove her own shirt. Faith's hand stops her.

"I got it," she assures her in a raspy baritone, slowly moving down to her knees. Willow's eyes track Faith's movement carefully as she lifts the corners of her sweater and presses her warm lips against her belly. Gulp. Willow shudders, involuntarily placing her hands on Faith's shoulders as full, rosy lips travel up her body and between her breasts. Hiding inside the darkness of her shirt so Willow can't see what she's doing, Faith unclasps her bra with one swift movement and lets it drop to the floor. Willow's heart begins to race as Faith's lips embrace her cold, hard nipples, circling them with her soft tongue.

Oh … wow ...

Willow's hands advance behind Faith's ears and through her long, wavy hair, feeling a sudden urge to grip it tightly through her fingers - and she does. Faith purrs against pale skin and nibbles harder in response, smirking at the tender moan it earns from Willow.

Faith's hands demand that the sweater come off and Willow obeys, lifting her arms in the air at the woman's request. Faith drags her tongue along Willow's collarbone, pulling her shirt up simultaneously until it's another item of clothing on the floor. Now a shivering mess, Willow instinctively clings to Faith's body for warmth as a trail of wet, hot kisses are left on her neck. Another moan escapes her mouth, aching for Faith to consume her.

Yup, there's no going back from this.

- If you'd like to read the full, explicit version, this fic is on A03 with the same title! -