Only Meant Well (Challenge)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to Joss Whedon.
Title: Only Meant Well
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy, Faith, Spike, Wood
Emotion: Blah
Spoilers: Set during season 7's 'Touched'.
Summary: Faith's thoughts after sleeping with Wood.
Faith always knew she'd wind up in Buffy's bed.
She just never figured it'd be with someone other than Buffy.
She looked over at the man sleeping next to her. He was nice. He had good stamina. He was decent in the sack. He took her mind off things for a little while.
So why was she laying in bed, with the hornies taken care of, and she still couldn't stop her mind from staying locked on a certain blonde?
Guilt for Buffy being kicked out was eating up her insides. Heartache at seeing the other Slayer cry was killing her. Buffy thought she was loving it. Loving finally having the attention, the friends, the approval, the spotlight. The other woman thought that was everything Faith ever wanted.
But it wasn't.
What Faith wanted more than anything was Buffy's approval, Buffy's attention, Buffy's... Love. The psuedo-Mayor had been right about that. It was Buffy she wanted in bed with her, helping to keep her mind off of the dangers of tomorrow. She wanted Buffy encouraging her. She wanted, for once, to not have Buffy attacking her. She hated fighting with her. She wanted a little peace.
The man next to her, Wood, had been a nice distraction. But lying here in Buffy's bed, wrapped up in her warm sheets and surrounded by her things and her scent, she felt completely overwhelmed. She knew in her gut that it should be Buffy wrapped up in these sheets, safe and sound. And where was the other woman? Sunnydale wasn't a safe place even before the Big Daddy of Evil decided to declare war. And now she was out there, somewhere.
She could feel her through their connection. She didn't know if Buffy could do the same, but she supposed it didn't really matter. She could feel the other woman's loneliness. She'd always felt it. That's why she could never really understand why Buffy always pushed her away.
Couldn't she see that Faith was only worried about her? She could see that Buffy was running on empty, driving herself into the ground. And as the Leader, she was dragging everyone else down with her. She was being reckless. And for Faith, of all people, to say that, well, that was pretty bad. But when Buffy flung those barbs at her, reminding her of all her past fuck-ups, it hurt. She knew the blonde was looking for a fight, but Faith wasn't gonna be the one to give it to her. She loved her too damn much. And she'd come too far to ever revert back to who she used to be. Buffy could hurt her all she wanted, Faith would never raise a hand to her again.
Wood shifted in his sleep beside her, and it startled Faith out of her thoughts for a moment. She realized that no matter what, her thoughts would just keep going in circles, leaving her sleepless. She kind of wished that Wood would wake up so she could fuck him again, maybe take her mind off things some more. He wasn't that bad. And he was pretty cute. He was the first guy she hadn't kicked out of her room immediately after achieving an orgasm. Aside from Xander, he was the only one she'd let stick around for some post-fucking cuddling. She usually wasn't into that kind of lovey-dovey spooning crap (although she'd imagined it with Buffy), but there was something about tonight that was making her crave contact with someone. And part of her was tired of chasing after Buffy. It'd been four years. She was going to have to come to her senses sometime. And was Wood really such a terrible option?
Settling down next to him, she felt him slip a muscled arm around her waist and pull her flush against his torso--scarred, like hers. She tried to relax, but felt a shift in the connection to the other Slayer. Buffy's loneliness had abated a lot, and Faith faught down the jealousy that clawed its way through her stomach. She had a feeling that Spike--Peroxide Fucker--had found her. Whatever.
She closed her eyes, forced herself to ignore the connection to Buffy, and focused on feeling absolutely nothing.
Title: Only Meant Well
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy, Faith, Spike, Wood
Emotion: Blah
Spoilers: Set during season 7's 'Touched'.
Summary: Faith's thoughts after sleeping with Wood.
Faith always knew she'd wind up in Buffy's bed.
She just never figured it'd be with someone other than Buffy.
She looked over at the man sleeping next to her. He was nice. He had good stamina. He was decent in the sack. He took her mind off things for a little while.
So why was she laying in bed, with the hornies taken care of, and she still couldn't stop her mind from staying locked on a certain blonde?
Guilt for Buffy being kicked out was eating up her insides. Heartache at seeing the other Slayer cry was killing her. Buffy thought she was loving it. Loving finally having the attention, the friends, the approval, the spotlight. The other woman thought that was everything Faith ever wanted.
But it wasn't.
What Faith wanted more than anything was Buffy's approval, Buffy's attention, Buffy's... Love. The psuedo-Mayor had been right about that. It was Buffy she wanted in bed with her, helping to keep her mind off of the dangers of tomorrow. She wanted Buffy encouraging her. She wanted, for once, to not have Buffy attacking her. She hated fighting with her. She wanted a little peace.
The man next to her, Wood, had been a nice distraction. But lying here in Buffy's bed, wrapped up in her warm sheets and surrounded by her things and her scent, she felt completely overwhelmed. She knew in her gut that it should be Buffy wrapped up in these sheets, safe and sound. And where was the other woman? Sunnydale wasn't a safe place even before the Big Daddy of Evil decided to declare war. And now she was out there, somewhere.
She could feel her through their connection. She didn't know if Buffy could do the same, but she supposed it didn't really matter. She could feel the other woman's loneliness. She'd always felt it. That's why she could never really understand why Buffy always pushed her away.
Couldn't she see that Faith was only worried about her? She could see that Buffy was running on empty, driving herself into the ground. And as the Leader, she was dragging everyone else down with her. She was being reckless. And for Faith, of all people, to say that, well, that was pretty bad. But when Buffy flung those barbs at her, reminding her of all her past fuck-ups, it hurt. She knew the blonde was looking for a fight, but Faith wasn't gonna be the one to give it to her. She loved her too damn much. And she'd come too far to ever revert back to who she used to be. Buffy could hurt her all she wanted, Faith would never raise a hand to her again.
Wood shifted in his sleep beside her, and it startled Faith out of her thoughts for a moment. She realized that no matter what, her thoughts would just keep going in circles, leaving her sleepless. She kind of wished that Wood would wake up so she could fuck him again, maybe take her mind off things some more. He wasn't that bad. And he was pretty cute. He was the first guy she hadn't kicked out of her room immediately after achieving an orgasm. Aside from Xander, he was the only one she'd let stick around for some post-fucking cuddling. She usually wasn't into that kind of lovey-dovey spooning crap (although she'd imagined it with Buffy), but there was something about tonight that was making her crave contact with someone. And part of her was tired of chasing after Buffy. It'd been four years. She was going to have to come to her senses sometime. And was Wood really such a terrible option?
Settling down next to him, she felt him slip a muscled arm around her waist and pull her flush against his torso--scarred, like hers. She tried to relax, but felt a shift in the connection to the other Slayer. Buffy's loneliness had abated a lot, and Faith faught down the jealousy that clawed its way through her stomach. She had a feeling that Spike--Peroxide Fucker--had found her. Whatever.
She closed her eyes, forced herself to ignore the connection to Buffy, and focused on feeling absolutely nothing.