Changing face to keep me guessing

[wickedslayer]

Who the hell did Cor think she was kiddin' anyway? Like I give a shit that she had the hots for Angel and now she was gonna have a bitch fit cause I got in his pants before she could. It's called this thing I got, Cor. I like to call it havin' mad skills. Now if Angel wanted to learn how to wave pom-poms in the air and prance around in a cute

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[wickedslayer]

First I thought I was gonna get slapped or something but then Queen C finally chilled the fuck out and melted up against me, dancin' to the beat of the music. Shit. We were the center of attention but that wasn't no surprise. Ain't like two hot badass brunettes grindin' on a dancefloor got a lot of competition with sorority girls and hookers. Her nails were diggin' into my arms and honestly it just made it that much better. What'd she think she was gonna do anyway? Hurt me? I grinned at that. Be a cold day in hell when the cheerleader can hurt me.

Finally opened my eyes up halfway and noticed the smirk on my face was mirrored by her own. I puzzled at that for a moment but only jerked her closer as the song shifted into a brand new beat. She didn't wanna dance with me but she wasn't pullin' away. I wondered if that was cause some part of her was still afraid of that chick who smacked her in the face wtih an elbow or if it was cause she liked bein' the center of attention as much as I did.

Could feel my slay senses flarin' up and I knew we were bein' watched by something or somethings not entirely human. It was just makin 'the burn that much harder to ignore, and my fingers dug into Cordelia's hips harder as I pulled her up against me. She felt so fucking good.

"Somehow I don't think this is normally how you work up all that pent-up aggression, Cor?" I whispered in her ear, never losin' the beat for even a second. "Gettin' all dressed up and comin' out here. Ain't like you, is it?"

When I pulled away from her just a little bit I could tell two things. A. I'd pissed her off with that little observation and b. I was totally fucking right. There was something off with her too and fuck! Why did my hand hurt so much? It was startin' to itch and I had to push back the urge to shove her away from me, and saw off my own hand with my stake if that were even possible. Gonna be kinda hard to fight beasties only one-handed but I had alot of talents.

[__visiongal]

There was something about dancing with Faith like this that made it all make sense. That guy who'd been dancing with me had nothing on her, though he was hot, sure... But Faith.

I didn't understand it. I wasn't sure I wanted to, actually, not after everything that had happened today. Quitting, walking out, listening to everything they'd both said - I'd really rather have forgotten it all and that's why I was doing this. Pressed up against Faith, I was trying to forget, though it wasn't my usual modus operandi.

My hand was throbbing. Faith felt it too, I knew, because every time it did my fingernails dug in her arms just that little bit harder and she just held me tighter.

"Somehow I don't think this is normally how you work up all that pent-up aggression, Cor? Gettin' all dressed up and comin' out here. Ain't like you, is it?"

My eyes flashed and for a moment, I almost stopped dancing. Almost. I was more pissed off at her than I was at Angel at that moment and to be honest? I had no idea why, though she'd pretty much hit the nail right on the head. So, what, she think she had a handle on me 'cause she realised I didn't come out here and act like Super-Skank-of-LA 99% of the time? Please.

I yanked Faith back up against me and leaned close, letting my breath tickle her ear.

"So it's not my usual deal - so what? Look around you. We've got everyone in this place itching to get a piece of us and doesn't it make it that much hotter? Knowing they want something they're never gonna get?"

Well, with me, anyway. I wasn't itching to get groiny with anyone tonight, I just wanted to forget. And what the fuck was with me talking to Faith like this? Was I trying to get another elbow to the face?

I still hadn't forgiven her for that, by the way. "Maybe this is just my way of dealing," I murmured against her ear, and I wasn't so much angry now as I was of tired of playing this fucking game where everything was perfect and the happy ending was gonna hit me over the head.

"Maybe not being me is exactly what I need right now." I muttered, not daring to pull back and look at her. Sliding on dangerous territory, thy name was Cordelia Chase.

[wickedslayer]

I marveled over her answer for a few minutes, disecting it and trying to figure out exactly what she meant by that. She wanted to be someone else right now. No. Not wanted. Needed. Want was a whole different animal than need. Need was totally fucking visceral, it tore you apart until there was nothin' else left. She needed to not be Cordelia Chase. Well, then. That just begged the question of who exactly she needed to be.

Think about it. Leather pants? Check. Badass swagger on the dance floor? Check. Rubbing up against everything in sight? Check. Alcohol on her breath? check. Gee, wonder who it was she was tryin' to imitate. Why? For him? For fucking Angel? I got kinda pissed at that, I had to admit. I didn't know if it was straight up jealousy or if it was that need to destroy kickin' in again but it was there whatever it was and I pulled her to me a little more tightly.

At least she'd hit the nail right on the head with the whole hotter thing. Nothin' in this club was hotter than we were at the moment. Takin' all of my self-control not to just slam her up against the nearest wall. Had to be careful. She was breakable. Not like Angel. Let all that aggression out on Angel.

"What do you see in him anyway?" I whispered into her ear and immediately felt her body freeze up in my arms. Oops. Hit another sore spot. Why did I keep doin' that? Oh right. Cause it was fun. Not to mention wicked easy.

Tightening my hold on her I forced her body back to moving to the beat of the music and finally she caved in. "He's not even warm. Not like we are." My voice was almost a purr in her ear.

[__visiongal]

I don't know what I was trying to accomplish with the whole 'don't want to be me any more' speech I tossed at Faith. What was I hoping, that she'd turn around and figure it all out? Find out a way to save poor Cordy from the only real monster that was killing her here? She was the only one who didn't treat me like a fucking leper after a vision and I wasn't about to start changing that.

"What do you see in him anyway?"

I froze when she said that. This wasn't about fucking Angel - figuratively or literally. Angel had made it perfectly clear which side of the fence he was on these days, I was just...finding another one. Was that okay by her or did I have to run that by her to?

A flash of irritation ran through me and I would have pulled away had her grip not been so tight - had this not be the only thing I'd actually felt since the minute I'd left the hotel.

"He's not even warm. Not like we are."

Part of me actually shivered when she said that and I could see the attraction with Faith, could remember something Darla had said while she'd been screaming obscenities at Angel during the whole birth of her son thing. When he'd made his general asshole-type obversation about her being warm, or something... Something about how him getting 'warm' had got her into this mess.

And I could see that, because that's what I wanted to. It was a strange analogy, I guessed, not that I was thinking much what with the alcohol and the throbbing hand and the wanting things to just go the fuck away and everything, but on some level--I guess I connected with Faith and what she was saying and that terrified me a little. I'd connected with her long before tonight and she was, what, playing that?

I wasn't kidding myself here, I wasn't what Faith wanted. That, despite her protests, was Angel because face it, who wouldn't want that? I did. He was just too hung up on everyone else to see it. Before tonight I hadn't let myself admit that I wanted her too and because of that I hadn't even remotely decided how that would work, especially now.

I'd quit, for one. Angel was probably off being all evil again and let's face it, I was dying. We weren't exactly ideal candidates for the lovingly fucked up threesome, were we?

"You could dry-hump anyone in this room and find them just as warm as me right now," I murmured, sliding my hands up her sides. I was wrong and we both knew it. There was no one like Faith in the entire fucking world, never mind this bar, and I really wasn't counting Buffy in that analogy.

"Why'd you do it, Faith?" I asked, holding her close to me because I wanted answers, damnit. "Why Angel?" And I was praying that she'd heard this last part because it was her turn to tense pretty damn quick, "Why not me?"

[wickedslayer]

She had a point. I could fuck anybody in this room, or well...almost anybody on the dance floor and they'd be just as warm as we were. Totally human and completely fucking clueless just like the rest. Maybe I was tired of that or maybe I'd felt this kinda thing for Cor ever since her and Wes busted me outta the scrape I got into with the Watcher's Council. Or maybe there was just something about her that I'd missed the last time I elbowed her in the face. I couldn't figure it out.

I wasn't surprised when she asked why I had to go and screw her boss when clearly I should have known that she had already tattooed her name on his ass? Last time I checked she was the psychic one and honest to God I didn't know she had a big old thing for him until she exploded earlier. It was the last part of what she said that sent my heart pounding in my chest, confusion clearly sketched out across my pretty face.

"What?" I asked her, suddenly stopping. She quickly jerked me back to moving against her to the beat of the music but shit. That was a serious stumper cause I never expected her to say that in a zillion years. I was still looking at her confused and I wasn't sure if she was ashamed or just curious. Cordelia had gotten harder to read as the seconds ticked away.

"I didn't know it was an option." I admitted and really I had no clue that Angel was an option either. "Listen, Cor." I tightened my grip and pulled her in closer. "There's something happening with me and Angel and it's not what you think, okay?" I guess this is what alcoholics would call a moment of clarity or something. Fuck if I knew. But suddenly I was feeling a little more level headed than I had been before.

"Something's happening to us and fuck it's freaking my shit out. I didn't mean to sink my claws into him, and I didn't mean to like step on your toes or whatever and seriously...you wanted me to fuck you instead?" I stopped again only to have her jerk me back into the rhthym of the song.

And fuck my hand was hurtin' so bad I could barely stand it. I was totally distracted by that not to mention the hairs standin' up on the back of my neck when I felt a steady gaze watchin' me. No. Watchin' us. I didn't even need to turn around to figure out who exactly it was.

[__visiongal]

Okay, she'd heard. It was pretty obvious since all movement in her stopped and she looked at me like I'd grown a third head or something. I pulled her back against me, terrified that Faith would work out something was way wiggy here and that no, Ms. Sunnydale '98 wasn't usually into women or whatever.

She told me she didn't know it was an option and I blinked for a moment, trying to lose myself in the beat of the music again. Something was off - she'd noticed it too. There was something going on with her and Angel, she said, but it wasn't like I thought.

It was freaky and scary and I'd noticed it too but it wasn't about stepping on my toes, not all that much. It wasn't about her jumping in where I could have been 'cause, let's face it, if I'd spanked my inner moppet and got on with it I probably could have had Angel way before now, I just... I hadn't realised, I guess, and now Faith was in the picture and this was so beyond fucked up.

"...you wanted me to fuck you instead?"

"I've noticed too," I breathed out, still pressed up against her. It was all I could take not to dry hump against her leg the way I felt right now. "Everything you're feeling... Freaked out, charged, like you want to rip your hand off or something - God, I feel that. I could feel it and I was jealous, I was so jealous of both of you and--"

I'd lashed out. I'd done the only thing I could and I'd made Angel say things and I wanted to hate him for those things he'd said but it was hard to hate someone when you really loved them and were trying not to think about it.

I could feel some sort of rationality trying to take over. It wasn't exactly natural admitting all this, and to Faith too. But I didn't want rational tonight. I didn't want to have to sit and dissect and pull apart every little goddamn thing and end up with the same conclusion.

I pressed my lips close to Faith's ear and closed my eyes, my hand brushing against her breast through her shirt, "I was so fucking jealous, Faith," I whispered, "I could picture you all over each other and I wanted that to be me..."

I still wanted that to be me, with both of them, even though I clearly had Angel issues at the moment. I didn't even wait for Faith to respond, I pulled back and before she could say a word I had my lips on hers and all I could think was that it was a damn long time coming.

[wickedslayer]

I could feel that little low down tingle when Cor started whispering in my ear. My thighs growin' warmer as she pulled me closer. She was jealous? Yeah. Jealous of me cause she wanted Angel but was she alluding to bein' jealous of Angel too? Because he was all over me when she wanted to be all over me? okay, that should be clue number one that something was seriously fucked up. It was par for the course, me havin' a big old crush on Cordelia but her havin' one on me? That was just plain fucking impossible.

I moved to itch my hand again but before I could she was pressed even closer, her mouth on mine. Instantly I wrapped my arms around her, tuggin' her even closer and still feelin' the heat of that gaze on my back. She smelled like vanilla and spices and just so fucking good and sweet and like girls that were like Cordelia should smell like that. I could taste the lip gloss on her mouth as I grinded my hips again her's. Fuck!

Finally I pulled away and she gasped in a breath, her face was flushed and I couldn't help but think about just how fucking hot she looked right now. I wanted to throw her on the floor and have my way with her. Kinda like how I did with Angel except the difference there was that I wanted to kill him. I did. Deep down I wanted to dust him and I didn't feel that way about Cor. Her's was more the desire to run fast and far.

Scratchin' my hand finally I frowned at it before pullin' her close again, pullin' her mouth closer again and tastin' that lip gloss. My tongue scraping against blunted teeth before pullin' away again. She looked confused, but not like she was gonna bail which was a good start.

"Nothin' to be jealous of." I whispered back in her ear as my hands began to trace the delicate contours of her hips, of her ass, of every part of her flesh I could get my hands on. We could fuck right here in the middle of the dance floor and nobody'd even stop us. Not that I thought Cor would lower her standards that much.