Faith/Damon One-shot - Kiss Me or Kill Me
Title: Kiss Me or Kill Me
Fandom: Vampire Diaries/BtVS & Angel
Characters/Pairings: Faith/Damon
Word Count: 1400
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff.
Spoilers: Slight spoilers for TVD 1x22 "Founder's Day"
Summary: Faith meets Damon... and well, stuff happens.
Author's Notes: Written for milerna
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Damon was at the Grill, drink in hand, trying harder than ever to block out the memories of “you decided I was worth saving” and the bitter truth that came after that. He kissed Katherine, not Elena; and now he’s lost both of them, always running to the arms of his little brother. He rolled his eyes skyward at the mere thought of it.
Upon finishing his (fourth? fifth? he'd lost count) drink, he felt a strange sensation run down his spine, one completely independent of the alcohol. He looked up to see a gorgeous brunette encased in black leather, sauntering in as if she’d always been there.
She walked right up to the bar and sat down next to him, grabbing his freshly filled glass of scotch. Downing it in one go, she grinned devilishly at him. “Thanks for the drink.”
His first instinct was to get mad about his stolen drink, but she was just so damn pretty that he forgot to care. “Anytime.”
“So, I know I’m new in town an’ all, but where I come from, someone who looks like you doesn’t usually drink alone.”
He shot a trademark smirk in her direction before shrugging noncommittally. “It’s a rare occasion.” It may be a lie, but he’s not fond of the truth.
“Well in that case, how ‘bout we get out of here? Wouldn’t want anyone to see you all alone.” She smiled, and it was full of wicked promises.
Something deep inside of him told him that this was a bad idea, that he should leave this one alone. Yet he found himself following her outside anyways.
She stole the keys to his car and hopped in the driver’s side. “Name’s Faith, by the way.”
Slumping into the passenger’s seat, he responded simply with, “Damon.”
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They pulled up to the boarding house, and Faith let out a low whistle upon seeing it. “Damn, this place is the kick. You really live here?”
“Home sweet home.” To get her attention, he grabbed her hand and tugged her through the doorway.
She easily kicked the door shut with her foot and shoved him up against the wall. “All business, huh?”
“You’re the one who sought me out, honey.”
Faith couldn’t help but grin at that statement. “Guess you’re right.” Moving in, she effectively closed the gap and caught his lip between her teeth.
His hands quickly found themselves buried deep into her dark hair, tugging her head closer as he returned the kiss.
She clawed at his shirt, desperately trying to get the piece of clothing off of him.
He broke off the kiss to remove his shirt, spinning them in the process. Pushing her back against the wall, he ripped her tank top off her body, revealing a lacy black bra. He grinned in approval before regaining his focus on the task at hand.
Faith kicked off her boots and began to shimmy out of her leather pants, knowing that Damon was leering at her all the while. Once she removed them, she climbed up onto Damon, wrapping her legs around his hips.
A grin split across his face as his hands went down to grab her ass. “Well, aren’t you an eager one.”
Ignoring his comment, Faith grabbed his face and continued her assault on his lips. As she reached down to grab his belt buckle, she felt his lips begin to trail a path along her cheek and down to her neck. A low groan rumbled through her chest, but it wasn’t the good kind. She unhooked her legs and dropped down to the floor.
“Something wrong?” His blue eyes were suddenly three shades darker than before, despite his attempts to hide it.
“Seriously? You couldn’t wait ‘til after to go all vamp on me?”
Damon’s eyes widened at the sudden turn of events. That explained the strange feeling he’d gotten earlier. He quickly recovered from his shock and smirked in response.
In one swift movement Faith had a stake in her hand, poised and ready for the fight.
Scanning her underwear-clad body, Damon just shook his head. “Do I even wanna know where you were hiding that?”
It was Faith’s turn to smirk now. She was never one for patience though, so she lunged at Damon, her fists swinging wildly.
He felt the sting of her knuckles as they crashed against his jaw, but he easily avoided her next punch. In an attempt to stop her flailing limbs, he grabbed her shoulders and shoved her backwards.
Her leg came up and connected with his torso, rewarding her with the sound of cracking ribs. She knew they would heal just as fast as her own injuries, but it was still enjoyable. Another kick to his solar plexus had him stumbling, but not gasping for breath like she would have been.
Damon stopped her next kick, catching her leg between his hands. He used it to throw her off balance, then he swept out his own leg in a low spin kick, knocking her to the ground. He quickly got on top on her, sitting on her legs and restraining her arms with his hands.
Her chest was heaving from the rush of the fight, and she stared up at him, waiting for him to make a move.
When he bent down though, it wasn’t to kill her. His lips captured hers in a bruising kiss, their teeth clashing together.
Faith twisted her hips and managed to flip them over so that she was on top. She grabbed her stake off the floor and pressed it against his bare skin before he could even blink. “It’s a shame that you’re so damn hot.”
He laughed up at her from his spot on the floor. “Could say the same about you.”
She lifted the stake, ready to plunge it home, when all of sudden the front door flew open. Her eyes snapped up to see a pretty little brunette staring at them. She looked back down at Damon with one eyebrow quirked in amusement. “Friend of yours?”
Damon craned his neck in the direction of the door, trying to see who had just arrived. When he caught sight of those tell-tale curves, he rolled his eyes and let his head fall back to the floor. “Depends on which one it is.”
The girl finally stopped doing her best impression of a fish at the sight in front of her. “Damon?”
Faith let out a chuckle. “Don’t tell me she’s your girlfriend.” While keeping the stake firmly settled above Damon’s non-beating heart, she turned to face the newcomer. “Sorry to break it to you, but your boy here is a vampire.”
Damon scoffed. “She knows that.”
The girl looked like she was trying not to be annoyed by his comment. “I know what he is, just…” She visibly swallowed, clearly uncomfortable with this whole situation. “Don’t kill him.”
Faith shook her head. “Oh god, more humans in love with vamps. Frigging Twilight bullshit.”
Beneath her, a mumbled, “Tell me about it,” could be heard.
“You do realize he doesn’t sparkle in the sun, right? He burns to a crisp, it’s not sexy.” She could feel Damon twitching, so she pressed down harder with the stake.
“Please,” the girl pleaded.
With a sigh, Faith gave the girl one last look. “Sorry.” She brought the stake up again, despite the gasp that rang in her ears.
“Faith, no!”
“Oh, come on!” She looked back at the door to see Angel, and… a total Angel wannabe. She huffed in annoyance and gestured at the vampire between her legs. “Lemme guess, he’s got a soul?”
Damon made an indignant noise and shoved the distracted slayer off of him. “Oh, please.”
Angel and the other guy with the overhanging forehead shared an identical look of frustration. Angel sighed and moved closer to Faith. “No, but he’s on our side, Faith. Sort of.”
Faith got up off the ground and brushed herself off. “Whatever.” She pushed past the other girl and grabbed her pants off the floor. Pulling them on, she glanced back at Damon. “You owe me a new shirt.” With a smirk, she added, “And an orgasm.” She slipped on Damon’s discarded shirt, ignoring the way that the brunette girl seemed to be choking on her own spit.
Damon grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” Maybe having a slayer around wasn’t all bad.
Fandom: Vampire Diaries/BtVS & Angel
Characters/Pairings: Faith/Damon
Word Count: 1400
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff.
Spoilers: Slight spoilers for TVD 1x22 "Founder's Day"
Summary: Faith meets Damon... and well, stuff happens.
Author's Notes: Written for milerna
---
Damon was at the Grill, drink in hand, trying harder than ever to block out the memories of “you decided I was worth saving” and the bitter truth that came after that. He kissed Katherine, not Elena; and now he’s lost both of them, always running to the arms of his little brother. He rolled his eyes skyward at the mere thought of it.
Upon finishing his (fourth? fifth? he'd lost count) drink, he felt a strange sensation run down his spine, one completely independent of the alcohol. He looked up to see a gorgeous brunette encased in black leather, sauntering in as if she’d always been there.
She walked right up to the bar and sat down next to him, grabbing his freshly filled glass of scotch. Downing it in one go, she grinned devilishly at him. “Thanks for the drink.”
His first instinct was to get mad about his stolen drink, but she was just so damn pretty that he forgot to care. “Anytime.”
“So, I know I’m new in town an’ all, but where I come from, someone who looks like you doesn’t usually drink alone.”
He shot a trademark smirk in her direction before shrugging noncommittally. “It’s a rare occasion.” It may be a lie, but he’s not fond of the truth.
“Well in that case, how ‘bout we get out of here? Wouldn’t want anyone to see you all alone.” She smiled, and it was full of wicked promises.
Something deep inside of him told him that this was a bad idea, that he should leave this one alone. Yet he found himself following her outside anyways.
She stole the keys to his car and hopped in the driver’s side. “Name’s Faith, by the way.”
Slumping into the passenger’s seat, he responded simply with, “Damon.”
---
They pulled up to the boarding house, and Faith let out a low whistle upon seeing it. “Damn, this place is the kick. You really live here?”
“Home sweet home.” To get her attention, he grabbed her hand and tugged her through the doorway.
She easily kicked the door shut with her foot and shoved him up against the wall. “All business, huh?”
“You’re the one who sought me out, honey.”
Faith couldn’t help but grin at that statement. “Guess you’re right.” Moving in, she effectively closed the gap and caught his lip between her teeth.
His hands quickly found themselves buried deep into her dark hair, tugging her head closer as he returned the kiss.
She clawed at his shirt, desperately trying to get the piece of clothing off of him.
He broke off the kiss to remove his shirt, spinning them in the process. Pushing her back against the wall, he ripped her tank top off her body, revealing a lacy black bra. He grinned in approval before regaining his focus on the task at hand.
Faith kicked off her boots and began to shimmy out of her leather pants, knowing that Damon was leering at her all the while. Once she removed them, she climbed up onto Damon, wrapping her legs around his hips.
A grin split across his face as his hands went down to grab her ass. “Well, aren’t you an eager one.”
Ignoring his comment, Faith grabbed his face and continued her assault on his lips. As she reached down to grab his belt buckle, she felt his lips begin to trail a path along her cheek and down to her neck. A low groan rumbled through her chest, but it wasn’t the good kind. She unhooked her legs and dropped down to the floor.
“Something wrong?” His blue eyes were suddenly three shades darker than before, despite his attempts to hide it.
“Seriously? You couldn’t wait ‘til after to go all vamp on me?”
Damon’s eyes widened at the sudden turn of events. That explained the strange feeling he’d gotten earlier. He quickly recovered from his shock and smirked in response.
In one swift movement Faith had a stake in her hand, poised and ready for the fight.
Scanning her underwear-clad body, Damon just shook his head. “Do I even wanna know where you were hiding that?”
It was Faith’s turn to smirk now. She was never one for patience though, so she lunged at Damon, her fists swinging wildly.
He felt the sting of her knuckles as they crashed against his jaw, but he easily avoided her next punch. In an attempt to stop her flailing limbs, he grabbed her shoulders and shoved her backwards.
Her leg came up and connected with his torso, rewarding her with the sound of cracking ribs. She knew they would heal just as fast as her own injuries, but it was still enjoyable. Another kick to his solar plexus had him stumbling, but not gasping for breath like she would have been.
Damon stopped her next kick, catching her leg between his hands. He used it to throw her off balance, then he swept out his own leg in a low spin kick, knocking her to the ground. He quickly got on top on her, sitting on her legs and restraining her arms with his hands.
Her chest was heaving from the rush of the fight, and she stared up at him, waiting for him to make a move.
When he bent down though, it wasn’t to kill her. His lips captured hers in a bruising kiss, their teeth clashing together.
Faith twisted her hips and managed to flip them over so that she was on top. She grabbed her stake off the floor and pressed it against his bare skin before he could even blink. “It’s a shame that you’re so damn hot.”
He laughed up at her from his spot on the floor. “Could say the same about you.”
She lifted the stake, ready to plunge it home, when all of sudden the front door flew open. Her eyes snapped up to see a pretty little brunette staring at them. She looked back down at Damon with one eyebrow quirked in amusement. “Friend of yours?”
Damon craned his neck in the direction of the door, trying to see who had just arrived. When he caught sight of those tell-tale curves, he rolled his eyes and let his head fall back to the floor. “Depends on which one it is.”
The girl finally stopped doing her best impression of a fish at the sight in front of her. “Damon?”
Faith let out a chuckle. “Don’t tell me she’s your girlfriend.” While keeping the stake firmly settled above Damon’s non-beating heart, she turned to face the newcomer. “Sorry to break it to you, but your boy here is a vampire.”
Damon scoffed. “She knows that.”
The girl looked like she was trying not to be annoyed by his comment. “I know what he is, just…” She visibly swallowed, clearly uncomfortable with this whole situation. “Don’t kill him.”
Faith shook her head. “Oh god, more humans in love with vamps. Frigging Twilight bullshit.”
Beneath her, a mumbled, “Tell me about it,” could be heard.
“You do realize he doesn’t sparkle in the sun, right? He burns to a crisp, it’s not sexy.” She could feel Damon twitching, so she pressed down harder with the stake.
“Please,” the girl pleaded.
With a sigh, Faith gave the girl one last look. “Sorry.” She brought the stake up again, despite the gasp that rang in her ears.
“Faith, no!”
“Oh, come on!” She looked back at the door to see Angel, and… a total Angel wannabe. She huffed in annoyance and gestured at the vampire between her legs. “Lemme guess, he’s got a soul?”
Damon made an indignant noise and shoved the distracted slayer off of him. “Oh, please.”
Angel and the other guy with the overhanging forehead shared an identical look of frustration. Angel sighed and moved closer to Faith. “No, but he’s on our side, Faith. Sort of.”
Faith got up off the ground and brushed herself off. “Whatever.” She pushed past the other girl and grabbed her pants off the floor. Pulling them on, she glanced back at Damon. “You owe me a new shirt.” With a smirk, she added, “And an orgasm.” She slipped on Damon’s discarded shirt, ignoring the way that the brunette girl seemed to be choking on her own spit.
Damon grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” Maybe having a slayer around wasn’t all bad.