Disclaimers: Joss owns them,
not me. I make no claim on the pair of them.
Comments: I so suck at this type of thing. Blame Sway, Star and Sarah Meyers for making me write it.
Rating: Um, there's naughty stuff near the end
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 26.11.01
Comments: I so suck at this type of thing. Blame Sway, Star and Sarah Meyers for making me write it.
Rating: Um, there's naughty stuff near the end
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 26.11.01
Faith's POV
Slayers Do Vegas
XXX- Stewed Slayers In Vegas Aka; Porn with 29 Previous Parts of Plot
I walk back from the john, after giving myself
a pep talk, determined not to do anything with B.
As I get nearer the table I see her talking to some Prepy.
What the fuck!?
As I get nearer the table I see her talking to some Prepy.
What the fuck!?
'Hey, what's with the geek, B?'
AND HE'S GOT HIS FUCKIN' HAND ON HER ARM!
Hey, that's my arm!
I mean, it's B's arm, but... shit!
Hey, that's my arm!
I mean, it's B's arm, but... shit!
'This is Tom, he wants to buy me a drink! Don'tcha
Tommy?'
He smiles at her and nods.
You don't get your motherfuckin' hand off her and I'll make your head nod, right off your shoulders!
You don't get your motherfuckin' hand off her and I'll make your head nod, right off your shoulders!
'Yeah thanks, Tim...'
'It's Tom'
Always gets 'em.
'Oh, yeah, whatever. Think we've got enough
drinks on the the table, thanks though. Bye!'
I push past him and sit between where he's
standing and where B was sitting.
She just scoots up along the bench, with no idea what I'm doing.
She's steaming drunk!
He looks at B, who's now staring at her nails, huffs and walks off.
Fuckin' asshole!
She just scoots up along the bench, with no idea what I'm doing.
She's steaming drunk!
He looks at B, who's now staring at her nails, huffs and walks off.
Fuckin' asshole!
'Whatcha talking to him for, B? I've had bigger
amounts of beef at Burger King!'
'I got bored, and then he came over, he thought
I was pretty, Faith!'
She smiles at me and puts a hand on my thigh, just resting it there.
She smiles at me and puts a hand on my thigh, just resting it there.
'What? So, he can see? Big deal!'
'Listen to you! You sound all jealous!'
Fuck it, smooth, Faith.
Fuck it, smooth, Faith.
'Yeah, right, B. Like I'd be jealous of him.'
She looks at me, putting on her frowny face.
She looks at me, putting on her frowny face.
'Faith, why would you be jealous of him? I
meant jealous that I got talked to.'
What do I say?
Shit, all the booze is making my brain feel like a brick.
My mouth opens and then shuts, with a total lack of anything coming out of it.
I've turned into a goldfish!
I watch as she turns round to face me completely, one hand still on my thigh, the other on the back of the booth.
She leans in closer, still with her Buffy Frowny face plastered all over her... well, plastered face.
Shit, all the booze is making my brain feel like a brick.
My mouth opens and then shuts, with a total lack of anything coming out of it.
I've turned into a goldfish!
I watch as she turns round to face me completely, one hand still on my thigh, the other on the back of the booth.
She leans in closer, still with her Buffy Frowny face plastered all over her... well, plastered face.
'Faith?'
I am not gonna like this.
Can feel it in my bones.
Can feel it in my bones.
'B?'
'Do you like me?'
Nope, don't like where this is going, at all.
'Course I do, B! We're sister Slayers, and
pals. Hey d'you want the rest of your drink?'
Get her off this subject, quick, Faith!
Get her off this subject, quick, Faith!
'Yes to the drink. Good to the pals bit, right
to the Slayers too, but you like me, I mean... you like me.'
I try and stop my eyes from going so wide that
the balls just fall out.
I feel like a rabbit, caught up in the headlights of a twenty ton steamroller.
I feel like a rabbit, caught up in the headlights of a twenty ton steamroller.
'B... this isn't something we need to talk
about, you're drunk and... let's just talk about Demons or something.'
I drop my eyes away and fiddle with a beer
mat on the table.
'I don't want to talk about Demons, Faith.
I want to talk about us. And I'm not that drunk! Well I am pretty
drunk but I can still form sentences. Good sign, right?'
There's that steamroller again, closer and
closer, inching towards me, and I'm stuck to the road in fuckin' tar!
'There isn't an us, B.'
'Why not? I'm great! I'm funny, and strong,
and I kick serious ass when I want to.'
Way to remind me.
Then I realise that this could be my subject changer.
Fuck knows why she's thinking like this.
I swear, she's never drinking Absinthe again, no wonder it's illegal in some places.
Then I realise that this could be my subject changer.
Fuck knows why she's thinking like this.
I swear, she's never drinking Absinthe again, no wonder it's illegal in some places.
'Yeah, my skull and face agrees with the ass
kicking bit, B.'
She hugs me and I can hear her whisper in my
ear, so low that I'm not sure I heard it right.
'I was scared.'
She was what?
Scared?
Did she say scared?
I grit my teeth and pull away, looking her right in the eyes.
Scared?
Did she say scared?
I grit my teeth and pull away, looking her right in the eyes.
'You beat the crap out of me because you were
scared? You threw me into a table because you were scared?
You punched me into next week, because you were SCARED? Is that meant to make
me feel better, B? Because if it is, then you need to spend a few more years
in school!'
I push myself up and walk out.
'Faith! Wait!'
Fuck you Buffy Fucking Whiter-than-White Summers!
The cool air hits my face as I get outside,
sobering me up a little.
'Faith, will you stop flying off the handle
and just let me explain?'
I stare at the empty car lot we're in, shit,
I came out the wrong exit.
Great!
I look round and see an alley that leads to the neon's of the strip.
As I'm half way through, I feel a hand on my shoulder, spinning me round.
Great!
I look round and see an alley that leads to the neon's of the strip.
As I'm half way through, I feel a hand on my shoulder, spinning me round.
'Please, Faith, just wait!'
'Wait for what, B? I don't want to hear anything
you have to say. No fights, no rows, just go away, ok?'
'No, you want me to go away then make me.'
I grab top and push her back into the wall.
'This what you want, B? A repeat of last night?'
I can feel her breath on my face as I push
her up against the wall with my body.
'No...'
We've locked eyes and I could slice the air between us.
We've locked eyes and I could slice the air between us.
'Then tell me what you want, B? Tell me...'
I can feel her breath coming, all shallow and
fast, just like mine.
I push myself up against her, harder, but relax my grip on her top, laying my palms on her collar bone.
She feels like she's on fire.
Fuckin' hot.
I know she wants this; me.
I can see it in her eyes, it's not wishful thinking this time.
I move my lips so they're so close to hers I can feel them brush against her when I speak.
I push myself up against her, harder, but relax my grip on her top, laying my palms on her collar bone.
She feels like she's on fire.
Fuckin' hot.
I know she wants this; me.
I can see it in her eyes, it's not wishful thinking this time.
I move my lips so they're so close to hers I can feel them brush against her when I speak.
'Tell me...'
Her hands move up my sides, slowly, flaming
every single inch of me they touch.
'Tell me...'
Her hands on my shoulders, squeezing.
'Tell me...'
Her breasts pushing into mine, her back arching
off the wall slightly.
'Tell me...'
'You.'
It's all I need.
I crush my lips against hers, hard, I feel her mouth open under mine and she moans and slips down the wall a little.
I push myself into her more, to keep her still.
Her hands in my hair, pull me in closer.
I slip my tongue into her mouth and cup her face with my hands.
I feel like I'm gonna pass out, I mean, I'm kissing Buffy Summers.
Shit!
I feel her hips push into mine and it's all I can do to stop from fuckin' her right there.
I pull my mouth off of hers and move back enough to look in her eyes.
I crush my lips against hers, hard, I feel her mouth open under mine and she moans and slips down the wall a little.
I push myself into her more, to keep her still.
Her hands in my hair, pull me in closer.
I slip my tongue into her mouth and cup her face with my hands.
I feel like I'm gonna pass out, I mean, I'm kissing Buffy Summers.
Shit!
I feel her hips push into mine and it's all I can do to stop from fuckin' her right there.
I pull my mouth off of hers and move back enough to look in her eyes.
She looks confused.
'B? I want to undress you, slowly. Peel all
your clothes off and kiss and lick every single inch of you. I want
to hear you screaming my name when I'm inside you. I want to taste what's
floodin' your panties. I want to fuck you, hard, slow, every way I can. I
want you more than I've ever wanted anyone, but I don't want to do anything
in a scummy alley. I want to go back to the hotel and do it properly. I don't
just want a cheap fuck, 10 minutes and it's over, I want more than that. Come
back with me.'
If she says no, I'm about ready to explode,
and no amount of cold showers is gonna help me out.
For an answer she pulls my mouth into hers
and gives me a kiss that makes my fuckin' toes curl.
Shit!
Shit!
'Let's go and try that bed out, Faith.'