FIC: i turn to wax and melt like this (Dawn/Faith, PG-13)
TITLE: i turn to wax and melt like this
RATING: PG-13
FANDOMS: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
PAIRING: Dawn/Faith
SUMMARY: (618) She calls me Shortcake and bites my ear. Trust me, I'm FINE with being the secret lesbian lover.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Post-series. Written for the femslash_minis Texts from Last Night round for beer_good_foamy who requested hangovers and unexpected gifts. Title from MS MR's “BTSK”.
Meanwhile, in the storage closet of Angel Investigations...
Teeth sunk into Dawn's neck. She moaned. Dawn arched her back, the knuckles of her spine pressing against the wall. Her fingers twisted in Faith's hair. “Don't! You're going to leave marks.”
Faith's dark honey laugh tickled Dawn's ear. “I thought you liked it when I left marks.”
Dawn shifted her shoulder blades, her hips, trying to find perfect purchase against Faith. As she moved, she felt something press against the seat of her pants.
“I hope that's a sword,” she said.
Faith craned her neck to check out Dawn's ass.
“Number one, it is. Number two, I don't have that kind of equipment. But I could buy one...”
Dawn rolled her eyes. Faith kissed her; the waxy smear of Faith's lipstick glued them together until Faith pulled back, a gleam in her eyes. She leaned back in, lapping at the dip between Dawn's collarbones, the flat blades of her teeth pinching at Dawn's pulse point.
Dawn's back arched. “Listen!” she said. “You can leave all the marks you want. But you get to answer when Buffy asks where I got a hickey.”
Faith's mouth crimped. She smoothed Dawn's hair around the curve of her freckled face.
“All right, Strawberry Shortcake,” Faith said. “I promise not to leave marks.” Faith sunk to her knees, tugging at Dawn's belt loops. She grinned up at her. “No marks...above the neck.”
Meanwhile in that shady dive bar behind the porno theater...
Faith handed Dawn a shot glass, the spilled tequila brimming over the top making the glass slippery. Dawn grinned, and upended the shot into her pink lip glossed mouth.
She flinched as the alcohol burned down her throat. “Salud!”
Faith's hips rolled, stretching the leather of her pants tight over the bones of her pelvis. “You're sexy in Spanish, baby.”
“Not that sexy,” Dawn said. “I only know that and how to order tacos.”
Faith ran her fingers over Dawn's forearm. “You're sexy in any language.” Faith ran her tongue over her own blood red lips. “Hey, I got you something.”
“I hope it's another shot,” Dawn said. Faith shook her head, and Dawn frowned. “It's not a strap-on, is it? Because I'm not sure I'm ready for that.”
Faith didn't rise to the bait. “No,” she said, and pulled something out of her pocket, a little something dangling from Faith's fingers on a silver chain.
Blood rushed to Dawn's cheeks. “A key? The key to your place?”
“Yeah,” Faith said, and Dawn wouldn't swear to it, but she thought Faith might be blushing a bit, too. “I mean, that way I don't have to let you in.”
Dawn grinned, and threw her arms around Faith's neck. “I love it,” Dawn said.
“Yeah, yeah,” Faith said, but she didn't push Dawn away. “Of course you do. I'm very romantic.”
“And now?” Dawn said.
“And now,” Faith said, “more shots.”
Meanwhile, in Faith's apartment...
“Ugh,” Dawn said. And then, because it seemed necessary, “ugh.”
Faith's bare feet on the carpet echoed like elephants on parade inside Dawn's throbbing skull. Dawn flinched, and burritoed herself into the covers of Faith's bed.
“You are such a lightweight,” Faith said. “I mean, you drink like a freshman. It's embarrassing.”
Dawn wanted to be mad, but then Faith gently placed a cool, damp cloth over Dawn's forehead, and that helped enormously.
“And you're nice,” Dawn said. “Much nicer than you want people to believe. I think I'm going to throw up.”
“Thanks,” Faith said dryly.
“No, really,” Dawn said. “I think I'm gonna--”
Faith toed the garbage can from beside the bedside table to inches from Dawn's green face.
Dawn heaved a little, but didn't vomit. She collapsed where she was, flat on her stomach on the bed. Faith sat beside her on the bed, and rubbed Dawn's back.
“Hey, Faith,” Dawn said. “I kind of like being your secret girlfriend.”
“Bite your tongue,” Faith said, but she smiled.