Hungry still for more
I wasn't the kind of girl who did my homework. It used to drive Kate fucking crazy tryin' to get my ass to sit still long enough to read up on whatever monster of the week was lookin' to throw down. I hated it. I figured I'd learn as I went and what I needed to know ahead time I could just beat out of someone/something else. I needed to get my hands dirty, feel my pulse quicken as I'm kickin' something's ass. Besides, reading was what watchers were for. Kate was supposed to tell me the score and then I'd go out and get my slay on.
That was until I walked in on one wicked scene. Local club nothin' to fancy about it near Boston Common and I spent half of the night chasin' down this vamp back to it. Walked in and it was a massacre for real. Dead bodies everywhere, blood splashed up on the walls. I hadn't been a slayer for very long but I'd seen some serious shit in my day. Nothin' like this though. Knew I was in way over my head cause there was just too damn many of them. Didn't even know where to start til I saw her.
Hot. Blonde. Perky rack. You know the drill.
Dunno to this day why she decided to let me live that night. Fuck. I was as good as dead when I walked in there and I might've been sixteen years old and a little too big for my britches but I knew when I was outgunned. Don't got any answers for that but I could always remember the feelin' of her body pressed up against mine. How cold her skin was, the shape of her mouth as she pressed me into the wall and whispered the prettiest words I'd ever heard. It was almost like she hypnotized me for a little while, her lips pressed to mine and by the time I woke up she was already gone.
Goes without sayin' I did alot of homework after that. Kate couldn't really figure it out but all I wanted to do was read up about Darla for weeks. It was the only thing I wanted to do. And when I was finished I never wanted to pick up another book again. Knew I was never gonna shake her and everytime I saw a willowy little blonde it reminded me of her.
Never thought I'd see her again. Never thought she'd show up at the Hyperion one day lookin' for a place to crash cause she was back from the dead. Managed to keep my cool cause hey that was a wicked long time ago but I couldn't lie. She got under my skin.
I was lyin' in bed. Dunno where Angel was, probably out smackin' around some demons or something to let off a little bit of steam. Just got out of the bath and I was loungin' with a white towel wrapped firmly around me as I smoked my cigarette and let my head loll back against the pillows.
Heard the door open and glanced up thinkin' it was Soul Boy for sure but it wasn't. Frowning a little bit I figured she was lost but I sat up in bed anyway and watched those pale eyes watchin' me. Like she could see everything and there was nowhere left for me to hide.
She didn't say anything, just gracefully walked towards me and took the smoke right out of my hand. Thought she was gonna take a drag but she just looked at me like she dared me to say anything as she butt it out in the ashtray. Needless to say? I wasn't talkin'. Hey, we didn't need to talk. Especially when her fingertips touched my knee and started gliding up higher to my thigh and finally settled just below where I wanted her to really touch.
I swallowed hard over the lump in my throat. Nobody else ever had this effect on me. Usually I was large and in charge but when she was lookin' at me like that? I was surprised I was even still remembering to breathe.
Instinctively I raised my hips off of the mattress forcing the palm of her hand to grind against my crotch. Was it hot in here or...well, never mind. She smirked at me, the kind've smirk that mirrored my own and I imagined her conquering entire villages like this. Angelus used to tear shit up but Darla? She had a whole different approach, she was magic. I closed my eyes, sucking in a quick breath as I tried to picture all of the things that she'd seen, all the people she'd seduced. Led them right to their deaths and they begged for more.
Well damn. Now I was really turned on.
Faith.
I couldn't help myself, I wanted more. Reachin' up for her my fingers tightened around her waist tryin' to draw her down eagerly but she only resisted, pushin' me back down onto the bed as she languidly, so *fucking* slowly lowered herself on top of me. Her fingertips still danced expertly over my clit and my lips parted only slightly in a strangled moan as she bent down over me. Her mouth was inches from mine and I remembered that night in the club. Remembered the way she'd felt. I strained my neck forward to capture her mouth with my own and just as I did I felt her fingers make their way inside of me. Rubbin' up in all the right places I cried out into her mouth cause this was all I'd ever wanted from her.
Faith.
She finally pulled her mouth away from mine, her fingers withdrawn as she made her way slowly back down the length of my body. Her palms cold as they traced the contours of my flesh. This was torture but I wanted more. I could feel those fine wisps of blond hair tickle my thighs as her cold tongue darted over my sweetest spot. She was cold but I was so damn warm it made up for it. I felt like a furnace about ready to explode as a fine mist of sweat clung to the back of my neck and I clenched every muscle in my body...
"Faith!"
I felt a strange hand on my arm suddenly and I sat straight up so fast that the figure hovering above me had to move away expertly to avoid gettin' his head taken right off.
"Wait. What?" I sputted out realizing that I was breathing really heavily and I was covered in sweat.
Oh shit. I glanced around the room and realized Darla was nowhere to be seen and instead Angel was starin' at me with a puzzled expression on his face.
"You were yelling in your sleep." Angel explained as he finally got brave enough to come back to bed.
"Oh."
Right. It was a dream. Of course it was a dream. Darla was still sleepin' somewhere upstairs and I was...sleeping. Damn. That was some dream, but did Angel have to wake me up before I could get off? Buzzkill.
Throwin' my bare legs over the side of the bed I got up and stretched for a minute before headin' towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
I turned around.
"Uhhh....I need to take a bath." I explained before quickly shutting the door and running the hot water in the tub.
Now. Where was I?
That was until I walked in on one wicked scene. Local club nothin' to fancy about it near Boston Common and I spent half of the night chasin' down this vamp back to it. Walked in and it was a massacre for real. Dead bodies everywhere, blood splashed up on the walls. I hadn't been a slayer for very long but I'd seen some serious shit in my day. Nothin' like this though. Knew I was in way over my head cause there was just too damn many of them. Didn't even know where to start til I saw her.
Hot. Blonde. Perky rack. You know the drill.
Dunno to this day why she decided to let me live that night. Fuck. I was as good as dead when I walked in there and I might've been sixteen years old and a little too big for my britches but I knew when I was outgunned. Don't got any answers for that but I could always remember the feelin' of her body pressed up against mine. How cold her skin was, the shape of her mouth as she pressed me into the wall and whispered the prettiest words I'd ever heard. It was almost like she hypnotized me for a little while, her lips pressed to mine and by the time I woke up she was already gone.
Goes without sayin' I did alot of homework after that. Kate couldn't really figure it out but all I wanted to do was read up about Darla for weeks. It was the only thing I wanted to do. And when I was finished I never wanted to pick up another book again. Knew I was never gonna shake her and everytime I saw a willowy little blonde it reminded me of her.
Never thought I'd see her again. Never thought she'd show up at the Hyperion one day lookin' for a place to crash cause she was back from the dead. Managed to keep my cool cause hey that was a wicked long time ago but I couldn't lie. She got under my skin.
I was lyin' in bed. Dunno where Angel was, probably out smackin' around some demons or something to let off a little bit of steam. Just got out of the bath and I was loungin' with a white towel wrapped firmly around me as I smoked my cigarette and let my head loll back against the pillows.
Heard the door open and glanced up thinkin' it was Soul Boy for sure but it wasn't. Frowning a little bit I figured she was lost but I sat up in bed anyway and watched those pale eyes watchin' me. Like she could see everything and there was nowhere left for me to hide.
She didn't say anything, just gracefully walked towards me and took the smoke right out of my hand. Thought she was gonna take a drag but she just looked at me like she dared me to say anything as she butt it out in the ashtray. Needless to say? I wasn't talkin'. Hey, we didn't need to talk. Especially when her fingertips touched my knee and started gliding up higher to my thigh and finally settled just below where I wanted her to really touch.
I swallowed hard over the lump in my throat. Nobody else ever had this effect on me. Usually I was large and in charge but when she was lookin' at me like that? I was surprised I was even still remembering to breathe.
Instinctively I raised my hips off of the mattress forcing the palm of her hand to grind against my crotch. Was it hot in here or...well, never mind. She smirked at me, the kind've smirk that mirrored my own and I imagined her conquering entire villages like this. Angelus used to tear shit up but Darla? She had a whole different approach, she was magic. I closed my eyes, sucking in a quick breath as I tried to picture all of the things that she'd seen, all the people she'd seduced. Led them right to their deaths and they begged for more.
Well damn. Now I was really turned on.
Faith.
I couldn't help myself, I wanted more. Reachin' up for her my fingers tightened around her waist tryin' to draw her down eagerly but she only resisted, pushin' me back down onto the bed as she languidly, so *fucking* slowly lowered herself on top of me. Her fingertips still danced expertly over my clit and my lips parted only slightly in a strangled moan as she bent down over me. Her mouth was inches from mine and I remembered that night in the club. Remembered the way she'd felt. I strained my neck forward to capture her mouth with my own and just as I did I felt her fingers make their way inside of me. Rubbin' up in all the right places I cried out into her mouth cause this was all I'd ever wanted from her.
Faith.
She finally pulled her mouth away from mine, her fingers withdrawn as she made her way slowly back down the length of my body. Her palms cold as they traced the contours of my flesh. This was torture but I wanted more. I could feel those fine wisps of blond hair tickle my thighs as her cold tongue darted over my sweetest spot. She was cold but I was so damn warm it made up for it. I felt like a furnace about ready to explode as a fine mist of sweat clung to the back of my neck and I clenched every muscle in my body...
"Faith!"
I felt a strange hand on my arm suddenly and I sat straight up so fast that the figure hovering above me had to move away expertly to avoid gettin' his head taken right off.
"Wait. What?" I sputted out realizing that I was breathing really heavily and I was covered in sweat.
Oh shit. I glanced around the room and realized Darla was nowhere to be seen and instead Angel was starin' at me with a puzzled expression on his face.
"You were yelling in your sleep." Angel explained as he finally got brave enough to come back to bed.
"Oh."
Right. It was a dream. Of course it was a dream. Darla was still sleepin' somewhere upstairs and I was...sleeping. Damn. That was some dream, but did Angel have to wake me up before I could get off? Buzzkill.
Throwin' my bare legs over the side of the bed I got up and stretched for a minute before headin' towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
I turned around.
"Uhhh....I need to take a bath." I explained before quickly shutting the door and running the hot water in the tub.
Now. Where was I?