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sparklebutch) wrote2008-01-13 07:50 pm
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Miles To Go; Buffy/Faith
Title: Miles To Go
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Prompt: jealousy, from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oxoniensis' Porn Battle V
Thanks: title from Sheila, idea from Noel Fielding
Faith's always wanted what Buffy had. Security, family, friends. The slayer status Buffy carried like a mantle whereas she, and all others after her, were always somehow less. Pale imitations to the blonde one.
She went and bought a motorcycle. One thing Buffy never had, and probably never will. Not her style.
Definitely Faith's style. Black. Fast, powerful and big.
Not the only big powerful black thing she owns that she's pretty positive Buffy doesn't.
She pulls to a stop, all screeching tires and showoff glides, and Buffy gives the bike a glance and looks away, like she's having impure thoughts or something. Faith's curious.
"So, want a ride?"
Buffy hesitates. "I was going to get a cab," she says. Glances again and then up at Faith in her new leather jacket. New for her, anyway. She bought it second-hand to get that scuffed look. "Nice bike, though."
Faith flashes her most inviting smile. "Come on. I'm offering a free ride. Anywhere you want."
"Anywhere but here," Buffy mutters, but then says, "I should go report to Giles, really."
Faith nods, and Buffy climbs up behind her and holds on. Faith squirms until she feels just right, and then they're off.
They don't make it to Giles'. They end up at Faith's, or rather in the underground garage of her building, leaning on the concrete column and admiring the beast. Faith discusses the merits of the engine animatedly, throwing in tech lingo. Buffy nods and just caresses the motorbike with her eyes.
Eventually Faith gets that the mechanic talk doesn't do it. So she just asks Buffy what her opinion is.
Somehow they're kissing really hard, Faith half-sitting on the bike and Buffy almost climbing on her, and it's like that time in the club except they're much older now. Faith hopes that Buffy won't suddenly remember all the bad shit that happened after. She has her hands in blonde hair, and Buffy's hands are all over her top under the leather, all over the thin material and they're warm through it, warm on Faith's back, warm down Faith's sides, warm on Faith's breasts.
Because Buffy's obviously less shy than she was back then, and obviously decided that whatever's happening now, it's gonna happen. And Faith thinks, maybe Buffy won't ever buy herself a motorcycle, but she sure likes 'em.
So she slides her hands under Buffy's coat, some pretty purple thing, and returns the groping with enthusiasm. Buffy spreads her legs, if only for a more stable foothold; Faith doesn't mind, she's an opportunist, she slides her thigh between Buffy's legs and that seems to be just fine. She tastes lipstick and the smell of Buffy's shampoo mixes with that of the grease and that tired, dusty smell all parking lots have.
"Maybe we go upstairs?" she suggests. It makes her uneasy, because the bike won't be there, the whole power-balance would change. Buffy might remember she has to be somewhere, or that she might remember she doesn't actually like Faith.
But Buffy's just saying "Yes," and her chest rises and falls, and her eyes are bright. Faith licks her lips and then they're kissing again, and then she manages to get off the bike and lead the way to the elevator. They try to look proper for the sake of the little old lady who lives across from Faith, who tells her how nice it is to see some of her friends here. And then they're on the other side of Faith's door and going at it like there's no tomorrow. The leather jacket hits the floor.
The purple coat is taken off and left, straightened, over the back of a chair.
They're in bed, finally naked, Faith just slipping Buffy's pink and green panties off and gets the full view, when something buzzes. It's not Faith's big black toy, which she planned to get out any minute now. It's something else. It's in Buffy's coat. And it starts playing a chirping annoying tune.
Faith gets the backside of the full view when Buffy goes for the coat. She thinks to complain, but Buffy means business.
"You sure it can't wait?" she says. And then, "Yeah, I know, but I thought it wasn't urgent and something came up. Yeah, okay."
She turns to Faith. "Can I get that ride to Giles' now, please?"
Faith groans, and not in the good way like she did before.
"We can come back here later," Buffy says. She smiles. "After you take me for another spin."
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Prompt: jealousy, from
oxoniensis' Porn Battle VThanks: title from Sheila, idea from Noel Fielding
Faith's always wanted what Buffy had. Security, family, friends. The slayer status Buffy carried like a mantle whereas she, and all others after her, were always somehow less. Pale imitations to the blonde one.
She went and bought a motorcycle. One thing Buffy never had, and probably never will. Not her style.
Definitely Faith's style. Black. Fast, powerful and big.
Not the only big powerful black thing she owns that she's pretty positive Buffy doesn't.
She pulls to a stop, all screeching tires and showoff glides, and Buffy gives the bike a glance and looks away, like she's having impure thoughts or something. Faith's curious.
"So, want a ride?"
Buffy hesitates. "I was going to get a cab," she says. Glances again and then up at Faith in her new leather jacket. New for her, anyway. She bought it second-hand to get that scuffed look. "Nice bike, though."
Faith flashes her most inviting smile. "Come on. I'm offering a free ride. Anywhere you want."
"Anywhere but here," Buffy mutters, but then says, "I should go report to Giles, really."
Faith nods, and Buffy climbs up behind her and holds on. Faith squirms until she feels just right, and then they're off.
They don't make it to Giles'. They end up at Faith's, or rather in the underground garage of her building, leaning on the concrete column and admiring the beast. Faith discusses the merits of the engine animatedly, throwing in tech lingo. Buffy nods and just caresses the motorbike with her eyes.
Eventually Faith gets that the mechanic talk doesn't do it. So she just asks Buffy what her opinion is.
Somehow they're kissing really hard, Faith half-sitting on the bike and Buffy almost climbing on her, and it's like that time in the club except they're much older now. Faith hopes that Buffy won't suddenly remember all the bad shit that happened after. She has her hands in blonde hair, and Buffy's hands are all over her top under the leather, all over the thin material and they're warm through it, warm on Faith's back, warm down Faith's sides, warm on Faith's breasts.
Because Buffy's obviously less shy than she was back then, and obviously decided that whatever's happening now, it's gonna happen. And Faith thinks, maybe Buffy won't ever buy herself a motorcycle, but she sure likes 'em.
So she slides her hands under Buffy's coat, some pretty purple thing, and returns the groping with enthusiasm. Buffy spreads her legs, if only for a more stable foothold; Faith doesn't mind, she's an opportunist, she slides her thigh between Buffy's legs and that seems to be just fine. She tastes lipstick and the smell of Buffy's shampoo mixes with that of the grease and that tired, dusty smell all parking lots have.
"Maybe we go upstairs?" she suggests. It makes her uneasy, because the bike won't be there, the whole power-balance would change. Buffy might remember she has to be somewhere, or that she might remember she doesn't actually like Faith.
But Buffy's just saying "Yes," and her chest rises and falls, and her eyes are bright. Faith licks her lips and then they're kissing again, and then she manages to get off the bike and lead the way to the elevator. They try to look proper for the sake of the little old lady who lives across from Faith, who tells her how nice it is to see some of her friends here. And then they're on the other side of Faith's door and going at it like there's no tomorrow. The leather jacket hits the floor.
The purple coat is taken off and left, straightened, over the back of a chair.
They're in bed, finally naked, Faith just slipping Buffy's pink and green panties off and gets the full view, when something buzzes. It's not Faith's big black toy, which she planned to get out any minute now. It's something else. It's in Buffy's coat. And it starts playing a chirping annoying tune.
Faith gets the backside of the full view when Buffy goes for the coat. She thinks to complain, but Buffy means business.
"You sure it can't wait?" she says. And then, "Yeah, I know, but I thought it wasn't urgent and something came up. Yeah, okay."
She turns to Faith. "Can I get that ride to Giles' now, please?"
Faith groans, and not in the good way like she did before.
"We can come back here later," Buffy says. She smiles. "After you take me for another spin."
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Oh, ouch. This is a pairing with ISSUES.
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I - wait for the whine - had to shave off over a hundred words from this fic for it to fit the size requirements! *And* with no room for porn.
Thanks again for leaving comments. I appreciate that :)
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Thanks for the comment, hon :)
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I kind of need to get out my season 3 DVDs now.
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I actually would like to see what happens when they get to Giles' and - you know, being themselves. How he'd react. How indiscreet Faith would be.
Also, Cat adds, "Rupert loves bikes".
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Can't believe the amount of Faith I wrote this week.