Drabbletag5, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Faith/Willow
Title: No One's Good Girl
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: Rebel
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Faith/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
She knew it was wrong.
And it was bad.
But she was rebelling against always doing the right or good thing.
Faith seemed to just know what Willow wanted: The kind of sex that made her feel dirty and would leave bruises and scratches and bites that she'd probably regret come morning.
Faith tore Willow's dress, the fabric ripping down the middle. A flash of anger flared in Willow's eyes but she didn't stop Faith kissing her again or roughly groping her breasts.
"They don't know do they?" Faith grinned and leaned to suck and bite on Willow's ear. "That you're a naughty girl."
Willow didn't answer, she just grabbed at Faith's top and pulled it up. Of course they didn't know. This was something she barely could admit to herself she wanted.
Quickly, clawing and nipping at each other, they got rid of their clothes. Faith had four parallel scratches on her shoulder where Willow had drawn blood. Faith roughly tossed Willow into the bed and shoved her legs apart.
Faith bit the inside of Willow's thigh and sucked hard. Willow cried out and called Faith all kinds of things. That just seemed to make her clamp her teeth down harder. Then the Slayer turned her mouth to Willow's cunt. Lips and teeth and tongue.
Willow was no one's good girl. No one's rock or reliable friend. Here and now there was no pressure or drama. Only desire and demand. Rebelling against her life she moaned "More, more, more."
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: Rebel
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Faith/Willow
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
She knew it was wrong.
And it was bad.
But she was rebelling against always doing the right or good thing.
Faith seemed to just know what Willow wanted: The kind of sex that made her feel dirty and would leave bruises and scratches and bites that she'd probably regret come morning.
Faith tore Willow's dress, the fabric ripping down the middle. A flash of anger flared in Willow's eyes but she didn't stop Faith kissing her again or roughly groping her breasts.
"They don't know do they?" Faith grinned and leaned to suck and bite on Willow's ear. "That you're a naughty girl."
Willow didn't answer, she just grabbed at Faith's top and pulled it up. Of course they didn't know. This was something she barely could admit to herself she wanted.
Quickly, clawing and nipping at each other, they got rid of their clothes. Faith had four parallel scratches on her shoulder where Willow had drawn blood. Faith roughly tossed Willow into the bed and shoved her legs apart.
Faith bit the inside of Willow's thigh and sucked hard. Willow cried out and called Faith all kinds of things. That just seemed to make her clamp her teeth down harder. Then the Slayer turned her mouth to Willow's cunt. Lips and teeth and tongue.
Willow was no one's good girl. No one's rock or reliable friend. Here and now there was no pressure or drama. Only desire and demand. Rebelling against her life she moaned "More, more, more."