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Title: What Happens In Vegas...
Pairing: Faith (BtVS)/ Niki (Heroes)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Faith is just looking for a little fun, and you know what they say about blondes.
After all this time, she’s beginning to get a bit sick of motels.
City by city and nothing but a cheap, smelly little room to come home to after a good night’s slay. Fleetingly, she thinks of the nice little set up she’d had, back when wrong was right and self-righteousness came in a tasty blonde package. But both the penthouse and the aforementioned blonde are far away now, leaving her to contemplate semen-stained sheets, post-kill horniness, and the sinful blessing that is a vibrating bed.
Never let it be said that Las Vegas didn’t have its perks.
And speaking of perks…this is Sin City after all, and what’s a girl to do if she can’t get her kicks by her own hand? She slinks out of the dank little hole, ass-clad in smooth, slick leather and prowls along the strip, eyeing up available opportunities as they pass her by.
Eventually, she wanders into a bar, ordering a beer and taking up residence at a whiskey-stained pool table. She shoots stick idly, relishing the feel of the firm wood in her hands, the soft brush of her tits against the table edge as she leans over for a better angle. She’s all too aware of the eyes on her ass, a grin stretching scarlet lips.
She hears a soft clink and looks up to see a tall, thin blonde setting her tequila on the table’s rim, cocking a hip and an eyebrow. “You lost, little girl?” the woman mocks, folding her arms.
Faith sneers, pushing herself upright and taking a few steps forward, until she’s mere inches from the other woman. She lets her lips part, her hips slide forward; her breath catches intentionally, making her ample chest heave. “Why, you wanna find me?” she asks, in her best I’m-a-tight-little-virgin-fuck-me-now voice.
It amuses her how familiar the tone is.
The taller woman is smirking at her, steel-blue eyes sliding down Faith’s body, purposely slow and calculating. Without warning, she snakes a manicured hand around the back of Faith’s neck, pulling her flush against her body with surprising strength. Her other hand somehow finds away down the back of tight leather pants, squeezing a rounded ass.
“Don’t start something you don’t know how to finish, sweetie,” she whispers, her lips nearly brushing Faith’s.
The dark-haired woman narrows her eyes, rocking her hips forward until their pelvises meet. “I’m game if you are,” she hisses. It may not be her usual lay, but fuck, she’s wet as all hell and never one to back down from a challenge.
They burst through the motel door not fifteen minutes later, their combined forces nearly shattering the flimsy scrap of wood. Somehow, it gets closed behind them before Blondie pushes her back, sauntering over towards the bed, sitting down and crossing tan legs. A wicked, pursed smile twists her lips.
“Strip,” she says, motioning at Faith with a flourish.
Mildly annoyed that she’s been pegged the sub, Faith is nevertheless not one to be shy and so she does as she’s told, making sure to put on a bit of a show. She kicks off her boots lazily, sliding a hand down the front of her pants and fingering herself lightly, biting at her lip. With her other hand she reaches back to pull loose the tie on her glittering silver top, her breasts springing free, bouncing lightly. Blondie is taking this in with hungry eyes, massaging her slit through her skirt.
Grinning, her teeth white and flashing in the dim light, Faith casts her top aside, dragging crimson nails down her tits, catching on her nipples and making her gasp. Sliding her hands down the length of her body, she begins to slowly work off the leather pants, shaking her hips from side to side as she does.
When at last she’s naked, she slinks over to the other woman, pushing her back to lie on the bed and climbing on top, rubbing her clit against the woman’s firm stomach. Blondie’s eyes narrow and she grabs Faith’s arms, trying to flip her off, to regain control. They struggle for several minutes, Faith naked and writhing on the twisted sheets, Blondie panting above her and biting at her ear.
They share a vicious, brutal kiss, Blondie’s grip almost bruising in its strength as Faith claws at her flimsy shirt, ripping it off and running her hands over small, supple breasts, pinching and kneading until Blondie is moaning above her, grip relaxing. Faith manages to take her off guard, pinning her on her back and before she can move, slides down the bed and flips up that tasty little mini, revealing a shaved and glistening cunt.
She grips slender thighs fiercely, forcing them apart and digging long nails into smooth flesh. A wicked smile curving her lips, she leans forward and gives one quick swipe with her tongue that leaves the other woman moaning in pleasure. Laughing throatily, she gives another long lick, before slipping two fingers inside, working them in and out.
Blondie groans and twists under her ministrations, scratching long nails along her stomach, dragging them up to pinch and twist stiff, pink nipples. Faith squirms, her mouth dry at the sight and moves up to take a nipple between her teeth, biting fiercely. The other woman cries out, the sound an equal mix of lust and anger, growling as she grabs Faith by the hair, tugging her up into a violent kiss. Faith bites down on her lower lip, hard, teeth sinking in until she tastes blood in her mouth.
They grapple and claw, fuck and kiss for what seems like hours, the only sounds in the room the creak of the bedsprings and their heavy breathing. When it's over, Faith lies sprawled on the rumpled sheets, smoking a cigarette and watching as Blondie searches frantically for her bra, wondering idly what came over the other woman.
Giving up, Blondie turns towards the door, shooting her a troubled and disgusted look, her arms wrapped around herself. She hurries from the room, heels clacking on the concrete, the door banging shut behind her. Faith exhales a steady stream of smoke, laughing to herself.
She may be getting tired of motels, but she always has an appetite for blondes.
Pairing: Faith (BtVS)/ Niki (Heroes)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Faith is just looking for a little fun, and you know what they say about blondes.
After all this time, she’s beginning to get a bit sick of motels.
City by city and nothing but a cheap, smelly little room to come home to after a good night’s slay. Fleetingly, she thinks of the nice little set up she’d had, back when wrong was right and self-righteousness came in a tasty blonde package. But both the penthouse and the aforementioned blonde are far away now, leaving her to contemplate semen-stained sheets, post-kill horniness, and the sinful blessing that is a vibrating bed.
Never let it be said that Las Vegas didn’t have its perks.
And speaking of perks…this is Sin City after all, and what’s a girl to do if she can’t get her kicks by her own hand? She slinks out of the dank little hole, ass-clad in smooth, slick leather and prowls along the strip, eyeing up available opportunities as they pass her by.
Eventually, she wanders into a bar, ordering a beer and taking up residence at a whiskey-stained pool table. She shoots stick idly, relishing the feel of the firm wood in her hands, the soft brush of her tits against the table edge as she leans over for a better angle. She’s all too aware of the eyes on her ass, a grin stretching scarlet lips.
She hears a soft clink and looks up to see a tall, thin blonde setting her tequila on the table’s rim, cocking a hip and an eyebrow. “You lost, little girl?” the woman mocks, folding her arms.
Faith sneers, pushing herself upright and taking a few steps forward, until she’s mere inches from the other woman. She lets her lips part, her hips slide forward; her breath catches intentionally, making her ample chest heave. “Why, you wanna find me?” she asks, in her best I’m-a-tight-little-virgin-fuck-me-now voice.
It amuses her how familiar the tone is.
The taller woman is smirking at her, steel-blue eyes sliding down Faith’s body, purposely slow and calculating. Without warning, she snakes a manicured hand around the back of Faith’s neck, pulling her flush against her body with surprising strength. Her other hand somehow finds away down the back of tight leather pants, squeezing a rounded ass.
“Don’t start something you don’t know how to finish, sweetie,” she whispers, her lips nearly brushing Faith’s.
The dark-haired woman narrows her eyes, rocking her hips forward until their pelvises meet. “I’m game if you are,” she hisses. It may not be her usual lay, but fuck, she’s wet as all hell and never one to back down from a challenge.
They burst through the motel door not fifteen minutes later, their combined forces nearly shattering the flimsy scrap of wood. Somehow, it gets closed behind them before Blondie pushes her back, sauntering over towards the bed, sitting down and crossing tan legs. A wicked, pursed smile twists her lips.
“Strip,” she says, motioning at Faith with a flourish.
Mildly annoyed that she’s been pegged the sub, Faith is nevertheless not one to be shy and so she does as she’s told, making sure to put on a bit of a show. She kicks off her boots lazily, sliding a hand down the front of her pants and fingering herself lightly, biting at her lip. With her other hand she reaches back to pull loose the tie on her glittering silver top, her breasts springing free, bouncing lightly. Blondie is taking this in with hungry eyes, massaging her slit through her skirt.
Grinning, her teeth white and flashing in the dim light, Faith casts her top aside, dragging crimson nails down her tits, catching on her nipples and making her gasp. Sliding her hands down the length of her body, she begins to slowly work off the leather pants, shaking her hips from side to side as she does.
When at last she’s naked, she slinks over to the other woman, pushing her back to lie on the bed and climbing on top, rubbing her clit against the woman’s firm stomach. Blondie’s eyes narrow and she grabs Faith’s arms, trying to flip her off, to regain control. They struggle for several minutes, Faith naked and writhing on the twisted sheets, Blondie panting above her and biting at her ear.
They share a vicious, brutal kiss, Blondie’s grip almost bruising in its strength as Faith claws at her flimsy shirt, ripping it off and running her hands over small, supple breasts, pinching and kneading until Blondie is moaning above her, grip relaxing. Faith manages to take her off guard, pinning her on her back and before she can move, slides down the bed and flips up that tasty little mini, revealing a shaved and glistening cunt.
She grips slender thighs fiercely, forcing them apart and digging long nails into smooth flesh. A wicked smile curving her lips, she leans forward and gives one quick swipe with her tongue that leaves the other woman moaning in pleasure. Laughing throatily, she gives another long lick, before slipping two fingers inside, working them in and out.
Blondie groans and twists under her ministrations, scratching long nails along her stomach, dragging them up to pinch and twist stiff, pink nipples. Faith squirms, her mouth dry at the sight and moves up to take a nipple between her teeth, biting fiercely. The other woman cries out, the sound an equal mix of lust and anger, growling as she grabs Faith by the hair, tugging her up into a violent kiss. Faith bites down on her lower lip, hard, teeth sinking in until she tastes blood in her mouth.
They grapple and claw, fuck and kiss for what seems like hours, the only sounds in the room the creak of the bedsprings and their heavy breathing. When it's over, Faith lies sprawled on the rumpled sheets, smoking a cigarette and watching as Blondie searches frantically for her bra, wondering idly what came over the other woman.
Giving up, Blondie turns towards the door, shooting her a troubled and disgusted look, her arms wrapped around herself. She hurries from the room, heels clacking on the concrete, the door banging shut behind her. Faith exhales a steady stream of smoke, laughing to herself.
She may be getting tired of motels, but she always has an appetite for blondes.