Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I never claim to.
Summary: It's not just Faith who has strange thoughts.
Comments: My mind is really fragmented tonight. If you looked inside it, it'd look all askew and fractured. This is Buffy's POV.
Title & Lyrics: Beautiful Creatures own the song 'Step Back.' This is not a song fic. I always say that, but I guess it is. Except the words are there to set the mood and tone, I do not follow the order of it as it's not important. I am not trying to make you like the song, I am trying to impart ambience.
Dedications: To Sway, and her new Auzzie life. Vegemite is the best.
 
 

Step The Hell Away

 
Step Back
You don't know me!
 
She's watching me again, except she's not even looking at me.
She doesn't need to though.
Slayer senses.
I can feel a fly buzzing it's wings ten feet away.
I can feel her mind crawling all over me.
 
She makes me... nervous.
 
I. Make me nervous.
 
Step Back
You don't own me!
 
She's my magnet, and I can feel myself getting pulled to her whenever we're alone.
Pulled; kicking, screaming, digging my heels in.
 
I can't stop it.
I can't stop myself.
Not when she's near me.
 
She knows it too.
 
Step back
You don't make a difference!
 
We're sparring, except we're not.
We're not sparring, this is like... I'm not going to say it.
This isn't about fighting.
This is about being near each other.
It is to me anyway.
 
Me being near her.
 
Step the Hell away!
 
Sweating, heart beating in my chest, hot and sticky.
This isn't sparring.
She looks at me, and she's mentally undressing me again.
Taking each layer off, slowly and carefully.
Folding them up, putting them in a little pile.
Neat and ordered.
 
You don't know me 
'Cause you don't own me!
 
She knows that I know what she's doing.
It's in her smile, in her eyes as she kicks my legs out from under me.
It's in her body as she's on top of me.
It's in her face as she's looking down at me.
 
Now Step
 
Then the sparring stops.
 

Dirty things on your finger tips

It's in her finger tips as she teases the skin on my arms, dragging them up towards my shoulders.
I'll punch her if she says a single word; if she breaks the spell, this moment.
Her hips push down into mine.
My hips push up into hers.
Then she's gone.
I can't move.
Maybe if I stay here, I can feel her for a few more seconds; maybe, in my head, I can feel her for a few more seconds?
Maybe?
 
Step Back you don't own me!
 
I hate her because she knows what she's doing.
She knows and she does it all the same.
 
Step back you don't make a difference!
 

I hate her, all of her!
I hate her now more than ever!
 
I hate her but at the same time I think I lo... .Her.
 
And she knows it.
 
She knows it and she stays just out of reach.
 
Step the hell away!
 
She's telling me not to let my guard down.
She knows I have.
I have and she sneaked in.
She broke into my mind when I wasn't looking.
She crept into my hea... .And I couldn't stop her.
 
You don't know me!
If you don't own me!
NO!
 
She's close and I can feel her, bouncing off of me.
She keeps her eyes on my lips as she talks to me.
Tells me that I'd be dead if she was a vamp.
 
If she was a vamp I'd let her take me.
And I hate her.
I hate her!
 
Except I don't.
 
I hate me.
 
I hate myself for letting her do this to me.
 
You don't know me!
If you don't own me!
 
I'd follow her to Hell and back.
And she knows it.
And I hate her!
 
You don't know me!
If you don't own me!
 
I'd kill for her.
And she knows it.
And I hate her!
 
You don't know me!
If you don't own me!
 
I'd die for her.
And she knows it.
And I hate her!
 
You don't know me!
If you don't own me!
 
I'd do anything for her.
And she knows it.
 
 
And I... love her.