Progression

I hope you've been enjoying the story so far! Just thought it was my responsibility to let you guys know that the story will be heading towards NC-17 rating around now so don't read on if that kind of thing is not for you! If it is, however, then the story is about to get very interesting ;)

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- Enclownter

Over the next few days, Bree tried to avoid Faith as much as possible. She knew that Faith had a thing for her which she just was not comfortable with. After all, the Bible taught that homosexuality was a sin and Bree was not about to question that. If Faith wanted to go to hell then that was fine but she was not going to be joining her any time soon.

Even so, however hard she tried to avoid Faith, the brunette kept seeming to find her and when she did, the flirting was almost unbearable. Emphasis on the word 'almost'. Bree, even though she wouldn't dare to admit it to herself, was slowly falling for Faith's easy charm and it was becoming harder and harder to walk away. She just had to keep reminding herself that she was not attracted to women, especially crude skanky ones who had a fetish for leather.

Faith was just getting ready to go out on patrol when she heard a knock on her door. Swearing, Faith quickly hid her stake down the side of the sofa and opened the door. Standing there was a man Faith had never seen before.

'Hi, my name is George Williams. I'm a friend of Bree's. Can I come in?'

Faith looked at the man uneasily before stepping aside to let him in.

'Thank you, Faith. I hate to do this I really do but, in some circumstances I have no choice. You see, Bree is a very close friend of mine and she informed me of your, well, inappropriate behaviour towards her. As somebody who very much intends to get even closer to Bree I must say that this is unacceptable.'

Faith listened to George respectfully, all the while wondering how Bree could possibly stand his company.

'So really what I'm saying is, will you back the hell off?' George's voice darkened when he said the last part and anger flared up in Faith.

'Listen...George, I don't really think any of this is your business. If Bree has a problem she can come and tell me herself.'

George looked down, smiling sadly. This dude was really starting to creep her out. Suddenly he had a gun pointed at her.

'Oh Faith, you silly little girl. Don't you realise that Bree is much to much of a lady to ever do anything like that? Then again, why would you? You probably think everyone is the same slutty trash that you are,' George said whilst walking towards her, the gun still cocked. Faith backed away slowly, alarm evident on her face.

Oh screw secret identity.

In a blur, Faith had kicked the gun out of his hand and had gotten him pinned down on the floor. She straddled him and grabbed his collar, pulling his face so it was centimetres from her own. He looked at her in shock and fear.

'Okay buddy, now you listen to me. I don't ever wanna see your ugly face again. Ever. Or I guarantee that mine will be the last face you see,' Faith threatened. George stared at her, red in the face, before nodding in defeat. Just for good measures, Faith swung her fist back and punched him square in the jaw. He howled in pain as slayer strength showed how much damage it could really do.

'Oh and there is more where that came from. Now out,' Faith ordered. George stumbled out, his gun forgotten.

Faith seethed as anger boiled up inside her. Patrolling postponed for now, Faith stormed over to Bree's house and banged on the door. Bree was just washing up after dinner and curiously went to see who was at the door. As soon as the door was opened, Faith pushed past Bree into the house.

'How dare you go blabbering to every guy you meet about me,' Faith spat at a stunned Bree.

'Now hold on one minute. I rarely speak of you to anyone. To be honest, I have better things to talk about than some horny teenager,' Bree shot back.

'Then please explain to me why a certain George Williams paid me a visit this evening accompanied by his gun!'

Bree looked at Faith, confusion etched into her face. 'Faith, I never told George anything about you. You have to believe me.'

Faith was flawed. 'Then what the fuck was he doing in my house?'

Bree looked equally flawed. 'I have absolutely no idea. Maybe we should sit and talk about this.'

Faith nodded before settling herself down on the couch.

'Are you alright? You don't look hurt,' Bree asked worriedly. 'I'm fine. I dealt with it. I'm tougher than I look. Oh and also I'm not a teenager,' Faith added in, bothered by Bree's previous remark.

'What?' Bree asked confused. 'Before, you said that I was some 'horny teenager'. I just wanted to set the record straight that it is possible to be this young and beautiful without being a kid,' Faith commented, teasing slightly at the end. Bree looked down smiling, her face slightly flushed. 'Of course,' was all she answered in return. 'I should have known that a girl convicted of murder who managed to escape from prison and get rid of all evidence of her ever being there should be able to take care of herself,' Bree said, realising this could be an opportunity to find out what she so desperately wanted to know. Faith nodded slowly, looking Bree in the eye. Sighing, she decided that maybe it was time to enlighten the red head.

'You really wanna know my life story?'

'Please.'

'Okay but, just to warn you, it's not pretty. I, uh, did something really bad. It was an accident but, all the same.'

Bree nodded in encouragement although she was starting to wonder if she really wanted to know.

'I accidentally killed a guy. I didn't really deal with it very well. I had...a friend. Her name was Buffy.'

Bree noted how Faith's voice softened slightly when she said Buffy's name.

'She was there that night...when it happened. She wanted me to confess but I didn't want to hear it. She reached out to me and I hated her for it. The truth was, I wanted her life. I wanted her friends, her family, her boyfriend; everything that I never got. It beat me up inside that, once again, here I was - the one who screwed up. Anyway, after that, I... got into a really bad crowd and killed a few more people. This time, on purpose. The worst part is,' Faith, who had been looking down throughout all of this, suddenly looked Bree right in the eye. 'I loved every minute of it. I felt powerful and, for once in my life, I felt needed and special. Well it didn't quite go as planned. I ended up in a coma and, when I eventually woke up, I made it my mission to ruin the person who had put me there: Buffy. It didn't quite work out that way though. Oh sure, I did a lot of damage but I ended up confessing to my crimes and going to jail. That was thanks to the one guy who stuck by me through all of this, stupidly thinking I could change. That was Angel.' Faith smirked slightly at the irony of the next part. 'He was Buffy's boyfriend. So naturally, when he went off the deep end, I couldn't just sit there in jail, helpless when he had never given up on me. I escaped, helped Angel and then went back to Sunnydale where Buffy lived to go help her with...stuff. She never truly forgave me...still doesn't. Anyway, I'm good now which is all you really needed to know.'

Bree looked at Faith, stunned at how much she had opened up to her. Faith was surprised herself. She hadn't expected to go on like that but, somehow she couldn't stop herself.

'Well that is a lot to take in,' Bree said, shaking her head in disbelief. Faith had suddenly become this vulnerable girl, damaged, maybe beyond repair, before her eyes. Without another thought, she pulled Faith towards her into a hug. Faith accepted the embrace, though uncomfortable with the intimacy. Then an idea hit her. She could use this to her advantage. She slowly adjusted her position so she was closer to Bree and rubbed small circles on her back. Bree sighed slightly. She was pleased to have 'gotten through' to Faith at last. Before she knew what was happening, Faith had moved her face so it was centimetres from her own and softly pressed her lips to Bree's. This kiss was very different from the other two; much gentler and more intimate. Before she could stop herself, Bree was returning the kiss. Faith moved round so she was straddling Bree, her hands in the red hair she had wanted to touch so badly. Once again, she trailed her tongue along Bree's lower lip, requesting entry but this time, Bree accepted it, opening her mouth tentatively. Faith smiled into the kiss and slid her tongue against Bree's slowly, realising intimacy was the way to go. Bree felt her heart beat faster as Faith's silky tongue did wonders to her own, massaging it gently. Faith twisted them round so Bree was lying down on her back on the couch with Faith on top of her, still kissing her with searing hot kisses. Bree moaned into Faith's mouth as Faith ran her hands up and down Bree's sides before slipping them underneath the hem of her top. Bree's moan hitched up a notch as Faith softly ran her hands across her stomach, getting increasingly higher. Faith wedged her knee in-between Bree's legs and pressed it against her crotch. When Bree reacted by pulling Faith closer towards her, Faith ground it against her clit, eliciting small sighs and groans from the red head. Bree didn't know quite what to do with her hands and so settled for resting them lightly on Faith's waist but they soon tightened their grip as Faith continued to stimulate her clit. Faith's heart beat picked up as she grazed Bree's breasts and, over the bra, she cupped them, rubbing her nipples with her thumbs. Unfortunately for Faith, it was all getting a bit too much for Bree and she used all of her will power to push Faith away. Breathing heavily, Bree managed to murmur, 'Sorry, I can't,' before standing up. 'I think it would be best if you left,' she continued softly. Faith looked up at Bree, hurt evident in her expression and quickly left the house. Both women leant against their side of the door, getting their breath back and trying to figure out what had just happened. Faith quickly ran home and grabbed her stake from down the side of the couch. She really needed to do some slaying.