Do or Die, BtVS, Faith/Buffy
Saw I wasn't the only one, but apologies for the tardiness. Big storms here as well. Got home from work yesterday to discover home internet was out. Posting from work. Shhhh!
Title: Do or Die
Author: agent_alpo aka Talula
Recipient: tremblingmoon
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: NC-17
Summary/Notes: Faith questions what Buffy gets out of slaying and ends up questioning what she gets out of it herself. Set early on in Faith's appearance on the show, probably shortly after they took out Balthazar. Sort of a variation on the scene from Bad Girls that starts with Faith asking Buffy if she ever had sex with Xander. Although things turned out much differently than I expected. Please be kind. I don't typically write fics of this type. In fact, it's my first NC-17 ever.
Disclaimer: All characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Mutant Enemy Productions and are the creations of Joss Whedon. I just borrowed them because I like playing god on occasion.
A usual night time crowd graced the streets of Sunnydale as two young women walked toward the cemetery, oblivious of the normal people around them. Their senses were tuned for anyone less than human; anyone else was just white noise.
"You're telling me never?" Faith asked, somewhat surprised. The other slayer shook her head. "Never ever?"
"For the last time, no, I have never had sex with Xander," Buffy replied with an exasperated grin.
"You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."
"No, I haven't. We're just friends," Buffy said as they entered the cemetery. She scowled a little bit, trying to get the thought of her and Xander out of her head. "It would be weird."
"Whatever. All I'm sayin' is fightin' evil side by side like that has gotta get you all riled up inside."
"Not really," Buffy replied. "I'm more concerned with not getting killed."
They made their way through the tombstones and past elaborately adorned crypts, still alert for evil. They weren't disappointed as they reached the MacDougal crypt. Two male vampires and a female vampire stood outside, seemingly planning a hunt. Had it not been for the demonic distortion of their faces, one might have initially thought they were simply late night mourners or some kids looking to vandalize a few headstones. When the trio noticed the two slayers, looks of hunger and anticipation spread across their faces. Faith nudged Buffy, who responded with a nod of the head as they prepared for a fight.
"I'm sorry. Was this a private party?" Buffy asked as the three turned to fight.
"Time to crash," Faith added.
With that the fight broke out. The female and one of the males took on Faith while the other male took on Buffy. For a brief moment, before the requisite punches and kicks were thrown, Buffy felt a pang of jealousy. Did these vampires think Faith was tougher than her? She felt guilty that she was getting competitive over slaying.
Life and death, Summers, she thought. Quit with the ‘I was the first slayer’ stuff.
The fight progressed full force, everyone putting their all into it. Buffy would later admit this was one of the tougher gangs of vampires she had fought. Faith would internally agree but lie and shrug the fight off like it was nothing. Neither of them even had much chance for sarcasm. As Willow would say, a good pun was what really put Buffy ahead of the slayers of the past.
The male vampire held Faith’s arms behind her back while the female got a few hits in, but Faith managed to use the female as a push-off to do a back-flip over the male and land behind him. She grabbed one of his arms and spun him away, causing him to tumble over a large tombstone. She wasted no time watching him attempt to recover as she caught the female with a low kick to the gut and a downward blow to the head. The male had just recovered when Faith launched the female into him, leaving the two of them in a heap.
There was less throwing and a lot more hitting going on in Buffy’s battle with the other male, who she mentally noted was in desperate need of a bath or at least some deodorant. She just resigned herself to dusting him as fast as possible to get rid of the stench. This was no easy task as he blocked every punch and kick she threw at him while a few of his own connected. As she ducked one of his back-handed swings she pulled Mr. Pointy from her jacket in preparation for the final dusting. She thrust upward but the vamp managed to grab her wrist with one hand and her throat with the other. He lifted her off her feet, a satisfied grin on his evil face as she struggled to break free of his grasp. It was like a bear trap. She would have to chew off a limb to get free.
She had just planned to plant her foot on the vamp’s chest to try to push herself away from him when he turned to dust and she dropped to the ground. She looked to see that Faith had managed to get away from her vamps long enough to hurl a stake into the back of Buffy’s vamp, direct hit to the heart. Faith smiled at her accomplishment just before the female vamp jumped her from behind. Buffy didn’t waste time recovering and hurried to help.
The two vampires were practically dog-piled on top of Faith, like they were even fighting each other over who got first taste. Buffy grabbed the male and pulled him away, causing him to stumble backward before she landed a couple good kicks that sent him sprawling to the ground. At some point during her struggle with the female, Faith managed to pull out a stake while still on the ground, and at the same time she and Buffy dusted the vamps. Buffy turned to see Faith brushing the dust from the female off as she stood.
“Hey. Thanks for the save there,” Buffy said. Faith looked to her with an excited expression on her face.
“You can’t seriously tell me you don’t get off on this. Sometimes you just gotta want a good uh,” Faith said with a grunt and a thrusting motion of her fist.
“I really seriously don’t,” Buffy replied. “One-track mind much?”
“Well, what about Willow?”
“What? Willow? I think I can honestly say that she doesn’t get off on this,” Buffy said. “After the crazy demon robot, I think she got her priorities in line.”
“That’s not what I was talking about,” Faith said, stepping closer to Buffy. Her voice had become lower and suggestive.
“Then what were you…?” Buffy noticed the expression on Faith’s face. It was almost predatory as the dark-haired slayer stepped forward. “Oh. Hey…you-you know I like you and all, but I’m not really into…with the…and-and the….”
“Come on, B. Haven’t you ever just got all hot and had to get it out of your system without carin’ who you did it with?”
Buffy looked at her for a moment, ashamed of what she was feeling at the moment. “No, I haven’t.”
“You hesitated,” Faith said with a laugh. Buffy shook her head and walked away quickly. As she was about to pass the MacDougal crypt, Faith grabbed her arm and she spun to face her. “You might not have done it, but you’ve thought about it. I can see it. Nothing’s better after a good fight. If you have to get a little unconventional, you do it. You have to do it.”
“Look, Faith, no offense, but you’re wrong,” Buffy said sharply. “I need to go.”
Faith let her go, but the smile never left her face. “Now I know why you’re wound so tight sometimes.” Buffy didn’t hear her, though, and Faith headed out to find a way to get this feeling out of her system.
* * *
It wasn’t long after the two slayers separated in the cemetery that Faith returned to her place at the motel alone. The Bronze had been a bust, and there weren’t really any other places to pick up someone willing to have a no-strings good time. Honestly, there were a few people at The Bronze that would’ve been prime candidates. Faith had even thought the blonde college girl she found standing alone by the bar might have gotten the idea of Buffy out of her head. She thought picking up a girl instead of her usual guys would do the trick. They danced in a less than PG manner, but when Faith looked at the girl’s face she only saw Buffy. She paid for the girl’s fruity mixed drink, apologized in a manner not typical of herself, and then left, disappointed.
She clicked on the television, tossed her jacket on a chair and flopped down on the bed. The grainy picture revealed some old horror flick that she didn’t really want to watch. She just leaned on her elbows, staring through the tv rather than at it. She thought about Buffy and knew this was a feeling of need. When she got an idea in her head, she needed to go through with it. There wasn’t much internal debate where Faith was concerned. It was do or die. In her mind, that was the only way she survived this long.
A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She smacked the power button on the tv to turn it off and opened the door. Buffy was there looking more than a little nervous.
“Buffy. Hey,” Faith said. She gestured for Buffy to come in and closed the door behind her.
Buffy spun around when she reached the foot of the bed. Faith remained standing against the door. She wasn’t sure what to make of this visit. Something was definitely on Buffy’s mind, and while all Faith wanted to do was get this sexual tension out of her system, she knew she couldn’t just go after what she wanted. She didn’t want to do that to Buffy, which was a rare thought to enter her head.
“What if I said you were kinda right?”
“Depends on which part I’m kinda right about,” Faith replied.
“About the whole part,” Buffy said. Then she stumbled and corrected herself. “Well, not the Xander part. His part is…I never touched his part. I mean, I-I never thought…that never happened.”
Faith smiled but said nothing.
“But the rest of it…wanting more after slaying and not caring who…I just never acted on it.”
Faith stepped forward until she was less than a foot away from Buffy. “That’s why you came here? To tell me what I already knew?”
“Well, I thought…I figured it’d be easier if I just said it out loud to you or maybe I needed to hear myself say it or-”
Buffy was interrupted when Faith stepped forward, grabbed her by the arms and kissed her. The kiss was fierce, rough and lustful. It was a kiss of need, not want. Faith needed to do this. Do or die.
She pushed away and looked to Faith in shock. It was shock at what she was feeling and who she was feeling it for. They looked at each other a moment longer and then they met again, the kiss harder and less restrained. They were in this, no turning back.
Faith pushed Buffy back against the pipe she had padded to use as a punching bag and began running her hands up and down the other slayer’s body. She quickly pushed off Buffy’s jacket and pulled her shirt off, only parting their lips long enough to get it over her head. While Faith’s hands roamed all over her body, Buffy’s right hand gripped the pole above her head while her left hand was gripping at the padding near her back. Faith’s right hand traced up Buffy’s thigh and felt between her legs, satisfied to feel that she was wet.
She quickly removed Buffy’s bra and the blonde slayer gasped as she began sucking on her left breast, whimpering when she bit her nipple. She raked her fingernails down Faith’s back. Soon Faith grabbed Buffy by the arms again and pushed her toward the bed. In moments all their clothes were off. As the dark-haired slayer knelt over her, she ran her hand down Buffy’s stomach and over the soft patch of hair until she found what she was looking for. Buffy sucked in a breath as Faith began fingering her and closed her eyes. Faith grabbed Buffy’s right hand and brought it to her own body. Buffy opened her eyes and understood what Faith wanted and began to finger her as well. Do or die.
The pace was fast and their breathing was heavy as they continued to pleasure each other. Buffy kissed Faith and Faith kissed Buffy. At one point Faith bit Buffy’s neck and felt her tense, but when she heard her whimper and saw the look on Buffy’s face, she knew that was a good thing. They were kissing when Buffy came, and she bit Faith’s lip hard enough to draw blood. They ignored the metallic taste and continued, Faith wanting to prolong Buffy’s orgasm as long as she could. Soon she came as well and they both collapsed, satisfied with what they had done.
They slept side by side on the bed. Faith didn’t feel compelled to kick Buffy out like she had all the others. Buffy wasn’t like the others. The two slayers were the same. They knew what the big picture was, and they knew it was do or die.
FIN
Title: Do or Die
Author: agent_alpo aka Talula
Recipient: tremblingmoon
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: NC-17
Summary/Notes: Faith questions what Buffy gets out of slaying and ends up questioning what she gets out of it herself. Set early on in Faith's appearance on the show, probably shortly after they took out Balthazar. Sort of a variation on the scene from Bad Girls that starts with Faith asking Buffy if she ever had sex with Xander. Although things turned out much differently than I expected. Please be kind. I don't typically write fics of this type. In fact, it's my first NC-17 ever.
Disclaimer: All characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Mutant Enemy Productions and are the creations of Joss Whedon. I just borrowed them because I like playing god on occasion.
A usual night time crowd graced the streets of Sunnydale as two young women walked toward the cemetery, oblivious of the normal people around them. Their senses were tuned for anyone less than human; anyone else was just white noise.
"You're telling me never?" Faith asked, somewhat surprised. The other slayer shook her head. "Never ever?"
"For the last time, no, I have never had sex with Xander," Buffy replied with an exasperated grin.
"You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."
"No, I haven't. We're just friends," Buffy said as they entered the cemetery. She scowled a little bit, trying to get the thought of her and Xander out of her head. "It would be weird."
"Whatever. All I'm sayin' is fightin' evil side by side like that has gotta get you all riled up inside."
"Not really," Buffy replied. "I'm more concerned with not getting killed."
They made their way through the tombstones and past elaborately adorned crypts, still alert for evil. They weren't disappointed as they reached the MacDougal crypt. Two male vampires and a female vampire stood outside, seemingly planning a hunt. Had it not been for the demonic distortion of their faces, one might have initially thought they were simply late night mourners or some kids looking to vandalize a few headstones. When the trio noticed the two slayers, looks of hunger and anticipation spread across their faces. Faith nudged Buffy, who responded with a nod of the head as they prepared for a fight.
"I'm sorry. Was this a private party?" Buffy asked as the three turned to fight.
"Time to crash," Faith added.
With that the fight broke out. The female and one of the males took on Faith while the other male took on Buffy. For a brief moment, before the requisite punches and kicks were thrown, Buffy felt a pang of jealousy. Did these vampires think Faith was tougher than her? She felt guilty that she was getting competitive over slaying.
Life and death, Summers, she thought. Quit with the ‘I was the first slayer’ stuff.
The fight progressed full force, everyone putting their all into it. Buffy would later admit this was one of the tougher gangs of vampires she had fought. Faith would internally agree but lie and shrug the fight off like it was nothing. Neither of them even had much chance for sarcasm. As Willow would say, a good pun was what really put Buffy ahead of the slayers of the past.
The male vampire held Faith’s arms behind her back while the female got a few hits in, but Faith managed to use the female as a push-off to do a back-flip over the male and land behind him. She grabbed one of his arms and spun him away, causing him to tumble over a large tombstone. She wasted no time watching him attempt to recover as she caught the female with a low kick to the gut and a downward blow to the head. The male had just recovered when Faith launched the female into him, leaving the two of them in a heap.
There was less throwing and a lot more hitting going on in Buffy’s battle with the other male, who she mentally noted was in desperate need of a bath or at least some deodorant. She just resigned herself to dusting him as fast as possible to get rid of the stench. This was no easy task as he blocked every punch and kick she threw at him while a few of his own connected. As she ducked one of his back-handed swings she pulled Mr. Pointy from her jacket in preparation for the final dusting. She thrust upward but the vamp managed to grab her wrist with one hand and her throat with the other. He lifted her off her feet, a satisfied grin on his evil face as she struggled to break free of his grasp. It was like a bear trap. She would have to chew off a limb to get free.
She had just planned to plant her foot on the vamp’s chest to try to push herself away from him when he turned to dust and she dropped to the ground. She looked to see that Faith had managed to get away from her vamps long enough to hurl a stake into the back of Buffy’s vamp, direct hit to the heart. Faith smiled at her accomplishment just before the female vamp jumped her from behind. Buffy didn’t waste time recovering and hurried to help.
The two vampires were practically dog-piled on top of Faith, like they were even fighting each other over who got first taste. Buffy grabbed the male and pulled him away, causing him to stumble backward before she landed a couple good kicks that sent him sprawling to the ground. At some point during her struggle with the female, Faith managed to pull out a stake while still on the ground, and at the same time she and Buffy dusted the vamps. Buffy turned to see Faith brushing the dust from the female off as she stood.
“Hey. Thanks for the save there,” Buffy said. Faith looked to her with an excited expression on her face.
“You can’t seriously tell me you don’t get off on this. Sometimes you just gotta want a good uh,” Faith said with a grunt and a thrusting motion of her fist.
“I really seriously don’t,” Buffy replied. “One-track mind much?”
“Well, what about Willow?”
“What? Willow? I think I can honestly say that she doesn’t get off on this,” Buffy said. “After the crazy demon robot, I think she got her priorities in line.”
“That’s not what I was talking about,” Faith said, stepping closer to Buffy. Her voice had become lower and suggestive.
“Then what were you…?” Buffy noticed the expression on Faith’s face. It was almost predatory as the dark-haired slayer stepped forward. “Oh. Hey…you-you know I like you and all, but I’m not really into…with the…and-and the….”
“Come on, B. Haven’t you ever just got all hot and had to get it out of your system without carin’ who you did it with?”
Buffy looked at her for a moment, ashamed of what she was feeling at the moment. “No, I haven’t.”
“You hesitated,” Faith said with a laugh. Buffy shook her head and walked away quickly. As she was about to pass the MacDougal crypt, Faith grabbed her arm and she spun to face her. “You might not have done it, but you’ve thought about it. I can see it. Nothing’s better after a good fight. If you have to get a little unconventional, you do it. You have to do it.”
“Look, Faith, no offense, but you’re wrong,” Buffy said sharply. “I need to go.”
Faith let her go, but the smile never left her face. “Now I know why you’re wound so tight sometimes.” Buffy didn’t hear her, though, and Faith headed out to find a way to get this feeling out of her system.
* * *
It wasn’t long after the two slayers separated in the cemetery that Faith returned to her place at the motel alone. The Bronze had been a bust, and there weren’t really any other places to pick up someone willing to have a no-strings good time. Honestly, there were a few people at The Bronze that would’ve been prime candidates. Faith had even thought the blonde college girl she found standing alone by the bar might have gotten the idea of Buffy out of her head. She thought picking up a girl instead of her usual guys would do the trick. They danced in a less than PG manner, but when Faith looked at the girl’s face she only saw Buffy. She paid for the girl’s fruity mixed drink, apologized in a manner not typical of herself, and then left, disappointed.
She clicked on the television, tossed her jacket on a chair and flopped down on the bed. The grainy picture revealed some old horror flick that she didn’t really want to watch. She just leaned on her elbows, staring through the tv rather than at it. She thought about Buffy and knew this was a feeling of need. When she got an idea in her head, she needed to go through with it. There wasn’t much internal debate where Faith was concerned. It was do or die. In her mind, that was the only way she survived this long.
A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She smacked the power button on the tv to turn it off and opened the door. Buffy was there looking more than a little nervous.
“Buffy. Hey,” Faith said. She gestured for Buffy to come in and closed the door behind her.
Buffy spun around when she reached the foot of the bed. Faith remained standing against the door. She wasn’t sure what to make of this visit. Something was definitely on Buffy’s mind, and while all Faith wanted to do was get this sexual tension out of her system, she knew she couldn’t just go after what she wanted. She didn’t want to do that to Buffy, which was a rare thought to enter her head.
“What if I said you were kinda right?”
“Depends on which part I’m kinda right about,” Faith replied.
“About the whole part,” Buffy said. Then she stumbled and corrected herself. “Well, not the Xander part. His part is…I never touched his part. I mean, I-I never thought…that never happened.”
Faith smiled but said nothing.
“But the rest of it…wanting more after slaying and not caring who…I just never acted on it.”
Faith stepped forward until she was less than a foot away from Buffy. “That’s why you came here? To tell me what I already knew?”
“Well, I thought…I figured it’d be easier if I just said it out loud to you or maybe I needed to hear myself say it or-”
Buffy was interrupted when Faith stepped forward, grabbed her by the arms and kissed her. The kiss was fierce, rough and lustful. It was a kiss of need, not want. Faith needed to do this. Do or die.
She pushed away and looked to Faith in shock. It was shock at what she was feeling and who she was feeling it for. They looked at each other a moment longer and then they met again, the kiss harder and less restrained. They were in this, no turning back.
Faith pushed Buffy back against the pipe she had padded to use as a punching bag and began running her hands up and down the other slayer’s body. She quickly pushed off Buffy’s jacket and pulled her shirt off, only parting their lips long enough to get it over her head. While Faith’s hands roamed all over her body, Buffy’s right hand gripped the pole above her head while her left hand was gripping at the padding near her back. Faith’s right hand traced up Buffy’s thigh and felt between her legs, satisfied to feel that she was wet.
She quickly removed Buffy’s bra and the blonde slayer gasped as she began sucking on her left breast, whimpering when she bit her nipple. She raked her fingernails down Faith’s back. Soon Faith grabbed Buffy by the arms again and pushed her toward the bed. In moments all their clothes were off. As the dark-haired slayer knelt over her, she ran her hand down Buffy’s stomach and over the soft patch of hair until she found what she was looking for. Buffy sucked in a breath as Faith began fingering her and closed her eyes. Faith grabbed Buffy’s right hand and brought it to her own body. Buffy opened her eyes and understood what Faith wanted and began to finger her as well. Do or die.
The pace was fast and their breathing was heavy as they continued to pleasure each other. Buffy kissed Faith and Faith kissed Buffy. At one point Faith bit Buffy’s neck and felt her tense, but when she heard her whimper and saw the look on Buffy’s face, she knew that was a good thing. They were kissing when Buffy came, and she bit Faith’s lip hard enough to draw blood. They ignored the metallic taste and continued, Faith wanting to prolong Buffy’s orgasm as long as she could. Soon she came as well and they both collapsed, satisfied with what they had done.
They slept side by side on the bed. Faith didn’t feel compelled to kick Buffy out like she had all the others. Buffy wasn’t like the others. The two slayers were the same. They knew what the big picture was, and they knew it was do or die.
FIN