REPOST: Cravings - Buffyverse fic - Faith/Dawn
Title: Cravings
Rating: NC-17
Setting: Post-"Chosen".
Characters: Faith/Dawn/chocolate cake
Word count: 1941
Disclaimer: Buffy and the gang belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Faith has a yearning for chocolate cake. Dawn, on the other hand, has quite a different appetite to feed.
Author's Notes: Originally written for faith_slash.
Faith was not happy. And when she wasn’t happy, she made damn sure that people knew about it.
“Where’s my fucking chocolate cake?” she yelled loudly through the echoing spaces of the new Cleveland Watcher’s Council building. No answer came back, and she slumped slightly. Guess everyone else was out getting used to their new Hellmouth area. Suppose she really should be out there too, learning the new maze of back alleys and cemeteries.
But she’d been looking forward to that damn cake. All that time in prison and she’d been promising herself the biggest, gooiest chocolate cake she could lay her hands on. With a cherry on top.
It had been her way of keeping sane and letting each day drag slowly past. Each day she’d concentrate on a different part of her chocolate cake reward. One day the icing - the way it would melt on her tongue, the delicate taste of chocolate bursting against her taste buds. The next day, she’d dream of the cake part.
And the days would pass by, lost in a slow haze of regret and hope, punctuated by the occasional sexual relief from one of her fellow inmates. Even though she chose not to use her power blatantly, everyone there (including the guards) knew she was the top bitch in that place. That still hadn’t stopped people approaching her, wanting her help, seeking to impress the boss, willing to do anything and everything.
But all she’d really wanted was that damn chocolate cake.
Funny how you don’t know what you have till it’s gone. And of everything out there, why chocolate cake?
Grumbling loudly, and feeling a strong urge to hit something, Faith stomped up the stairs to her new room. After the cramped quarters they’d all had to share in Sunnydale, this new building Giles had found was big, centrally located and most importantly, everyone had private rooms. Naturally enough, Faith picked a largish room up and out of the way. She still wasn’t quite sure of her place among all these fellow Slayers (and wasn’t that a thing to get your head around?).
Opening the door and stepping into her room, something caught at the edge of Faith’s vision, and she froze in place. “Hey Faith,” came Dawn’s voice, and Faith relaxed. Casually throwing her jacket onto the chair, Faith turned towards Dawn on the bed and froze again.
She didn’t know which to focus on first: the naked Dawn Summers lounging on her bed, or the plate of her chocolate cake that Dawn was holding in front of her nicely sized breasts.
“I… but that’s… you’re… What the fuck?” was all she managed to get out, eyes flicking back and forth.
“Why Faith,” said Dawn lazily sticking a finger into the chocolate icing and bringing that gooey finger to her mouth. “Anyone would think you’re not happy to see me - and your beloved chocolate cake?”
She sucked gently at the chocolate covered finger, before darting her tongue out to lick at the spare crumbs left. Faith felt the breath catch in her throat as the supposedly innocent girl in front of her moved the finger in and out of her mouth in one of the sexiest sights Faith had ever seen. All the time Dawn’s hot green eyes stared intently at Faith.
“Mmmm… so good,” murmured Dawn, withdrawing the now-slick finger. “I can see why you want it so much.”
Faith swallowed hard. This was so not right, and she should do something about it. Right now. Any time. Just as soon as she could move. Was it hot in here suddenly?
Dawn returned her attention to the cake, taking a generous portion in her hand. Lifting it to her lips, she delicately extended her tongue and ran it through the icing. Faith couldn’t help but let out a groan of sheer lust at this. Dawn glanced over at Faith, then withdrew her tongue with its chocolate coated tip. Slowly sucking it back inside her mouth, Dawn licked around her lips slowly, still fixed on Faith’s reactions.
“I’ve been watching you, Faith,” she said, sitting up further on the bed. Her back now resting against the pile of pillows only went to show her firm breasts off. Faith swallowed again. Just when had Dawn developed those?
“I’ve seen you watching the other girls,” Dawn continued, in between small nibbles at the piece of cake in her hand, “I know what you want, Faith. What you need.” Her voice, so low and throaty, soothed Faith somehow, who stood there, still frozen and now aware of an increasing heat between her legs.
Dawn wiggled her body somehow, moving up the bed some more, and just coincidentally exposing her long flexible legs some more. Those long smooth legs that you just wanted to rain kisses on all the way up.
“It’s not coincidence that I’ve got the room next to you, Faith,” she said, finishing off the cake portion in her hand. Fixing Faith with her gaze once more, she carried on “I can hear you at night. Ever since Robin had to go to run the British end of things, you’ve been on your own.”
And Faith still couldn’t say anything. All she could do was look at the young woman who’d been right under her nose all this time. How long had she been there? How long had Dawn been watching her - and why hadn’t she known about it? What happened to the young girl she’d taught the joys of shoplifting to during her first year in Sunnydale?
Enough of this shit. Faith shook her head, and stepped forward. “Look, Dawn..” she started and paused, surprised at just how husky her voice sounded. Not to mention she suddenly became aware of just how hard her nipples were.
“Shhhh…” whispered Dawn, reaching up to place a chocolate cake covered finger against Faith’s mouth. “I can hear you in the dark, bringing yourself off again and again.” She slowly trailed that finger downwards, leaving a sticky chocolate trail down Faith’s top. Faith swallowed again and unconsciously licked her lips, only to actually taste the cake for the first time.
And now Dawn’s hand was slowly brushing back and forth tantalisingly across her t-shirt covered breasts. Her touch so carefully avoiding Faith’s hardened nipples, but delicately circling around. “And I want it to be me,” breathed Dawn, eyes intently studying Faith’s every reaction, “Making you make those sounds…”
Rising up off the bed slightly, Dawn pressed her chocolate covered lips against Faith’s and kissed her. With a small groan of sheer lust, Faith closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of someone kissing her for the first time in weeks. Those soft lips pressing gently against her, the taste and texture of the chocolate, the talented tongue of Dawn snaking its way into her mouth….
Faith’s eyes flew open at that realisation and she stumbled back a couple of paces in shock, breaking the kiss. “But... but... you’re Dawn!” she said hesitatingly, feeling at the same time in one of the most aroused states she’d ever been in.
Dawn just smiled, and settled back on the bed with the cake, her naked body distracting Faith as it moved. “Yes, I am,” she whispered, taking the remaining cake in her hands, “Don’t you think it’s time that you really saw me for who I am?”
Slowly, seductively, Dawn took the cake and smeared it piece by piece over her out-stretched body. “Don’t think of me as Buffy’s little sister. Don’t think of me as a Watcher-In-Training.”
Her eyes locked on Faith’s. “I’m Dawn. I’m yours.”
Faith stood there, breath coming in short pants, heartbeat racing, and her tongue flickering at her suddenly dry lips. Beneath, spread out on her bed was the most delicious sight she’d ever seen. The chocolate cake coated sex kitten seductively moving on the silk sheets she’d insisted on.
And then Dawn slowly dangled the cherry that had been on top of the cake over her body, and slowly, ever so slowly, rubbed it up and down her slit before pushing it inside her.
And that tipped Faith over the edge.
Throwing herself on top of the cake coated beauty below her, Faith gave no thought at all to the clothes she was still wearing, but writhed around on top of Dawn, frantically kissing her, almost trying to devour her. This was what she’d been missing for so long - the soft yielding tenderness of a female kissing her back, and the smooth chocolately goodness that she’d spent so long in prison fantasying about. The sensory overload of both together just overwhelmed her.
Through the heated haze of taste and pleasure coursing through her body, she was vaguely aware of Dawn’s nimble little fingers pulling her t-shirt up and over her head, and the desperate fumblings at her belt. Then, Dawn’s teeth were nibbling at her taut nipples, sending a ripple of pleasure rolling through her body and causing her to arc her back in sheer delight.
And then Dawn’s fingers open the zip in her tightly fitting leather trousers, and find their way to the hot wetness inside them. Carefully, delicately, Dawn’s fingers move through the sparse curls of hair just so there, pressing against the mound here, and slip two fingers inside. And Faith goes wild at the intimate touch.
Nibbling, kissing, her own hands roaming over Dawn’s body with desperate need, Faith moans as Dawn moves in and out of her with increasing confidence. “Oh god, oh god,” gasps Faith, grinding herself along Dawn’s all too willing body. And the feelings rise up inside her, spilling out in moans. And her fists are grasping the sheets in need. And the perfect girl (woman!) underneath her is moving faster and faster within her. And Dawn looks so hot there; her own arousal perfectly obvious to Faith’s enhanced Slayer senses, with those gorgeous green eyes wide in lust.
Faith can’t help but rain kisses down on her, her own breath coming in ever shortening gasps, as Dawn moves inside her. Two fingers plunging in and out, in and out, and her thumb comes up to tease Faith’s proud clit. And the feelings grow ever stronger, and Faith bites her lip as they build higher and higher and oh god oh god Dawn flicks her clit…
And Faith comes, gasping out Dawn’s name in a white hot haze of intense pleasure ripping through her body. Suddenly feeling wrung out, and unable to move, Faith collapses on top of Dawn, but manages to push herself off the younger girl. Lying side by side, she regards the chocolate covered vision of loveliness before her. Bringing those same two fingers up to her mouth, Dawn slowly licks them clean before swallowing them. All the time, maintaining eye contact with Faith. It’s the most erotic thing Faith’s seen in her life.
“My turn,” says Dawn simply, and Faith suddenly feels like she could take on twenty vamps at once.
“Relax, hon,” says Faith, moving herself over the prone Dawn, “I’m gonna make you feel just as good as you made me.”
Slowly moving over Dawn’s body, tracing small circles in the remains of the cake with her tongue, Faith moves ever downwards. Faith’s warm lips, full and soft, biting gently at Dawn’s body, licking and caressing slowly along her full breasts.
And now it’s Dawn’s turn to grasp the sheets tightly, as her body experiences for the first time what it’s like to have another person making love to it.
It’s just like she dreamt of.
Maybe now, neither of them will be alone.
~Fin~
Rating: NC-17
Setting: Post-"Chosen".
Characters: Faith/Dawn/chocolate cake
Word count: 1941
Disclaimer: Buffy and the gang belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Summary: Faith has a yearning for chocolate cake. Dawn, on the other hand, has quite a different appetite to feed.
Author's Notes: Originally written for faith_slash.
Faith was not happy. And when she wasn’t happy, she made damn sure that people knew about it.
“Where’s my fucking chocolate cake?” she yelled loudly through the echoing spaces of the new Cleveland Watcher’s Council building. No answer came back, and she slumped slightly. Guess everyone else was out getting used to their new Hellmouth area. Suppose she really should be out there too, learning the new maze of back alleys and cemeteries.
But she’d been looking forward to that damn cake. All that time in prison and she’d been promising herself the biggest, gooiest chocolate cake she could lay her hands on. With a cherry on top.
It had been her way of keeping sane and letting each day drag slowly past. Each day she’d concentrate on a different part of her chocolate cake reward. One day the icing - the way it would melt on her tongue, the delicate taste of chocolate bursting against her taste buds. The next day, she’d dream of the cake part.
And the days would pass by, lost in a slow haze of regret and hope, punctuated by the occasional sexual relief from one of her fellow inmates. Even though she chose not to use her power blatantly, everyone there (including the guards) knew she was the top bitch in that place. That still hadn’t stopped people approaching her, wanting her help, seeking to impress the boss, willing to do anything and everything.
But all she’d really wanted was that damn chocolate cake.
Funny how you don’t know what you have till it’s gone. And of everything out there, why chocolate cake?
Grumbling loudly, and feeling a strong urge to hit something, Faith stomped up the stairs to her new room. After the cramped quarters they’d all had to share in Sunnydale, this new building Giles had found was big, centrally located and most importantly, everyone had private rooms. Naturally enough, Faith picked a largish room up and out of the way. She still wasn’t quite sure of her place among all these fellow Slayers (and wasn’t that a thing to get your head around?).
Opening the door and stepping into her room, something caught at the edge of Faith’s vision, and she froze in place. “Hey Faith,” came Dawn’s voice, and Faith relaxed. Casually throwing her jacket onto the chair, Faith turned towards Dawn on the bed and froze again.
She didn’t know which to focus on first: the naked Dawn Summers lounging on her bed, or the plate of her chocolate cake that Dawn was holding in front of her nicely sized breasts.
“I… but that’s… you’re… What the fuck?” was all she managed to get out, eyes flicking back and forth.
“Why Faith,” said Dawn lazily sticking a finger into the chocolate icing and bringing that gooey finger to her mouth. “Anyone would think you’re not happy to see me - and your beloved chocolate cake?”
She sucked gently at the chocolate covered finger, before darting her tongue out to lick at the spare crumbs left. Faith felt the breath catch in her throat as the supposedly innocent girl in front of her moved the finger in and out of her mouth in one of the sexiest sights Faith had ever seen. All the time Dawn’s hot green eyes stared intently at Faith.
“Mmmm… so good,” murmured Dawn, withdrawing the now-slick finger. “I can see why you want it so much.”
Faith swallowed hard. This was so not right, and she should do something about it. Right now. Any time. Just as soon as she could move. Was it hot in here suddenly?
Dawn returned her attention to the cake, taking a generous portion in her hand. Lifting it to her lips, she delicately extended her tongue and ran it through the icing. Faith couldn’t help but let out a groan of sheer lust at this. Dawn glanced over at Faith, then withdrew her tongue with its chocolate coated tip. Slowly sucking it back inside her mouth, Dawn licked around her lips slowly, still fixed on Faith’s reactions.
“I’ve been watching you, Faith,” she said, sitting up further on the bed. Her back now resting against the pile of pillows only went to show her firm breasts off. Faith swallowed again. Just when had Dawn developed those?
“I’ve seen you watching the other girls,” Dawn continued, in between small nibbles at the piece of cake in her hand, “I know what you want, Faith. What you need.” Her voice, so low and throaty, soothed Faith somehow, who stood there, still frozen and now aware of an increasing heat between her legs.
Dawn wiggled her body somehow, moving up the bed some more, and just coincidentally exposing her long flexible legs some more. Those long smooth legs that you just wanted to rain kisses on all the way up.
“It’s not coincidence that I’ve got the room next to you, Faith,” she said, finishing off the cake portion in her hand. Fixing Faith with her gaze once more, she carried on “I can hear you at night. Ever since Robin had to go to run the British end of things, you’ve been on your own.”
And Faith still couldn’t say anything. All she could do was look at the young woman who’d been right under her nose all this time. How long had she been there? How long had Dawn been watching her - and why hadn’t she known about it? What happened to the young girl she’d taught the joys of shoplifting to during her first year in Sunnydale?
Enough of this shit. Faith shook her head, and stepped forward. “Look, Dawn..” she started and paused, surprised at just how husky her voice sounded. Not to mention she suddenly became aware of just how hard her nipples were.
“Shhhh…” whispered Dawn, reaching up to place a chocolate cake covered finger against Faith’s mouth. “I can hear you in the dark, bringing yourself off again and again.” She slowly trailed that finger downwards, leaving a sticky chocolate trail down Faith’s top. Faith swallowed again and unconsciously licked her lips, only to actually taste the cake for the first time.
And now Dawn’s hand was slowly brushing back and forth tantalisingly across her t-shirt covered breasts. Her touch so carefully avoiding Faith’s hardened nipples, but delicately circling around. “And I want it to be me,” breathed Dawn, eyes intently studying Faith’s every reaction, “Making you make those sounds…”
Rising up off the bed slightly, Dawn pressed her chocolate covered lips against Faith’s and kissed her. With a small groan of sheer lust, Faith closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of someone kissing her for the first time in weeks. Those soft lips pressing gently against her, the taste and texture of the chocolate, the talented tongue of Dawn snaking its way into her mouth….
Faith’s eyes flew open at that realisation and she stumbled back a couple of paces in shock, breaking the kiss. “But... but... you’re Dawn!” she said hesitatingly, feeling at the same time in one of the most aroused states she’d ever been in.
Dawn just smiled, and settled back on the bed with the cake, her naked body distracting Faith as it moved. “Yes, I am,” she whispered, taking the remaining cake in her hands, “Don’t you think it’s time that you really saw me for who I am?”
Slowly, seductively, Dawn took the cake and smeared it piece by piece over her out-stretched body. “Don’t think of me as Buffy’s little sister. Don’t think of me as a Watcher-In-Training.”
Her eyes locked on Faith’s. “I’m Dawn. I’m yours.”
Faith stood there, breath coming in short pants, heartbeat racing, and her tongue flickering at her suddenly dry lips. Beneath, spread out on her bed was the most delicious sight she’d ever seen. The chocolate cake coated sex kitten seductively moving on the silk sheets she’d insisted on.
And then Dawn slowly dangled the cherry that had been on top of the cake over her body, and slowly, ever so slowly, rubbed it up and down her slit before pushing it inside her.
And that tipped Faith over the edge.
Throwing herself on top of the cake coated beauty below her, Faith gave no thought at all to the clothes she was still wearing, but writhed around on top of Dawn, frantically kissing her, almost trying to devour her. This was what she’d been missing for so long - the soft yielding tenderness of a female kissing her back, and the smooth chocolately goodness that she’d spent so long in prison fantasying about. The sensory overload of both together just overwhelmed her.
Through the heated haze of taste and pleasure coursing through her body, she was vaguely aware of Dawn’s nimble little fingers pulling her t-shirt up and over her head, and the desperate fumblings at her belt. Then, Dawn’s teeth were nibbling at her taut nipples, sending a ripple of pleasure rolling through her body and causing her to arc her back in sheer delight.
And then Dawn’s fingers open the zip in her tightly fitting leather trousers, and find their way to the hot wetness inside them. Carefully, delicately, Dawn’s fingers move through the sparse curls of hair just so there, pressing against the mound here, and slip two fingers inside. And Faith goes wild at the intimate touch.
Nibbling, kissing, her own hands roaming over Dawn’s body with desperate need, Faith moans as Dawn moves in and out of her with increasing confidence. “Oh god, oh god,” gasps Faith, grinding herself along Dawn’s all too willing body. And the feelings rise up inside her, spilling out in moans. And her fists are grasping the sheets in need. And the perfect girl (woman!) underneath her is moving faster and faster within her. And Dawn looks so hot there; her own arousal perfectly obvious to Faith’s enhanced Slayer senses, with those gorgeous green eyes wide in lust.
Faith can’t help but rain kisses down on her, her own breath coming in ever shortening gasps, as Dawn moves inside her. Two fingers plunging in and out, in and out, and her thumb comes up to tease Faith’s proud clit. And the feelings grow ever stronger, and Faith bites her lip as they build higher and higher and oh god oh god Dawn flicks her clit…
And Faith comes, gasping out Dawn’s name in a white hot haze of intense pleasure ripping through her body. Suddenly feeling wrung out, and unable to move, Faith collapses on top of Dawn, but manages to push herself off the younger girl. Lying side by side, she regards the chocolate covered vision of loveliness before her. Bringing those same two fingers up to her mouth, Dawn slowly licks them clean before swallowing them. All the time, maintaining eye contact with Faith. It’s the most erotic thing Faith’s seen in her life.
“My turn,” says Dawn simply, and Faith suddenly feels like she could take on twenty vamps at once.
“Relax, hon,” says Faith, moving herself over the prone Dawn, “I’m gonna make you feel just as good as you made me.”
Slowly moving over Dawn’s body, tracing small circles in the remains of the cake with her tongue, Faith moves ever downwards. Faith’s warm lips, full and soft, biting gently at Dawn’s body, licking and caressing slowly along her full breasts.
And now it’s Dawn’s turn to grasp the sheets tightly, as her body experiences for the first time what it’s like to have another person making love to it.
It’s just like she dreamt of.
Maybe now, neither of them will be alone.
~Fin~