Chapter Three
 
At Buffy's shudder Faith immediately pulled her hand away. She was mad at herself.
 
What was I thinking? It's B! Must be the `haven't got some in a while' hornies. Damn libido. Why do I let people in? It never works out. B especially. She stabbed me for Christ's sake. Why does it matter so much with her? Why did I touch her? Why do I care?
 
Then Faith felt a hand placed in hers. It was warm and probably about the kindest thing anyone had done for her since she'd been in this place. Faith got a lump in her throat and immediately swallowed it back down.
 
Don't be a wuss Faith.
 
“Why are you here B?”

Buffy was silent, wondering the same thing herself.
 
“You need my help with some slime demon? A hell beastie? An apocalypse on the way by any chance?”
 
Buffy relaxed slightly, “No, not this week Faith. But if you and I stay in a confined space for too long, anything's possible.” She grinned.
 
“Yeah I know.” Faith was all seriousness. They were silent again. “B? Why did you come?”
 
“I guess I wanted answers, you know, about everything that's happened.”
 
“Why now?”
 
They were silent.
 
Why now? Because nothing makes sense anymore. I feel apart from everyone and I know she's felt it too. Because life feels like hell and the last few weeks I realised for the first time that it's always been this way for her. Now I want to know. I don't feel connected to my Watcher, my friends or even my sister. And I wondered if the intensity of my Slayer connection to Faith might make me feel again; might touch me in a way no one else could. And I wanted to say I'm sorry because being this way, I kind of realise how lonely Faith must've felt and God I miss her.
 
But of course Buffy didn't say any of this.
 
“So, these questions of yours, go ahead, shoot.”
 
“Ok, there's so much I want to say I'm not sure where to start. Why…why did you turn on me Faith? All I ever wanted to be was your friend.”
 
Faith snorted and pulled her hand away, “My friend B? When were we ever friends? What the fuck B? You turned on me. That may not be how it went down in your perfect fucking princess world where everyone has the perfect Brady family with perfect cutesy baby pictures and people actually graduate high school all gowned up, while mummy dearest looks on snapping that perfect Kodak moment…well, not the graduation part, but whatev. You were the one who shut me out. NOT the other way around.”
 
Buffy jumped to her feet, anger blazing in green eyes “But we were friends Faith, until you...”
 
“Until I what B? Became a murderous psychopath?”
 
“Well yeah, but no. That first guy, the mayor's lackey, it was an accident, I know that. I was there. It wasn't that, we all make mistakes; I thought I killed a man once, you know with the Slayer strength and all. Turns out he was actually an evil robot dating my mom. But anyway, he could have been real, I could've done it. But Faith, you dumped the body, and then pretended to Giles it was me who did it. You betrayed me.”
 
“Bullshit Blondie.” Faith faced Buffy now, body tensed, primed for battle. “You were the only person I hung with in Sunny-D, but you shut me out. You never even told me when Soul-boy was back. I thought we were the Chosen Two; ya know, special, in it together. But it was only together when you felt like it. Then the shit went down, and it was all blame Faith, the bad Slayer.”
 
The wave of disappointment was overpowering. “So, to prove us all wrong you actually go over to the dark side? Way to prove your point Faith” Buffy said her name with such scorn as Faith's fist connected with her jaw.
 
Ouch! That's the problem with Slayer strength, when it gets turned against you, not such a good thing. None of the previous Slayers had to deal with this!
 
Buffy looked at Faith and saw the familiar anger clouding her eyes, the tension in her body; poised to attack. “Faith, can't we talk about this like two civilized human beings?”
 
“Us? Do you?”
 
“We can do it this way if you want your butt kicked - again.”
 
Faith, now incensed, threw a few side and scissor kicks in Buffy's direction, all of which she dodged. “Been training B? Bein' a good little Slayer and `obeying your Watcher.' Faith said sternly in what Buffy assumed was a Wesley imitation. “But you really think you can defeat a Slayer who spends all day workin' out in the prison yard and gettin' paid protection money against the toughest broads in the California State Penitentiary System? A true test; a nice sensible education or the real world?”
 
Well this was a new one; Faith wanted kudos for prison brawling now? “Yeah yeah Faith, you had it so tough, poor you. That obviously excuses stealing my body!” Buffy shouted, flying at Faith, pummelling hard into her arms and upper torso. Buffy was furious. This was the loudest she'd spoken since exiting the earth. Although Faith blocked herself pretty well, Buffy was unrelenting as her punches came harder and faster. She couldn't think. All her rage at Faith, at their fucked up Slayer bond that could've been so much more, at Willow, at her friends. Her friends? The friends who'd wrenched her from the only peace she'd ever known. By this point Faith was retreating from her ruthless pounding. But Buffy pushed her left arm horizontal against Faith's chest, pinning her to the wall. Her other arm alternated between keeping Faith's hands in check and delivering punches to wherever she could reach on her body.

“Wow, looks like I'm not the only one with issues.” Faith goaded Buffy, wanting to see how far she could push the slayer girl-scout. Buffy's arm across her chest was limiting her breathing, which had become heavy and erratic. So Faith acted with the only part of her body not being held against the wall and used her legs in order to get free. As Buffy tried to stop her, their legs became intertwined and Faith could feel Buffy's body burning against hers. And it didn't feel bad. Ok, the arm crushing her windpipe maybe, but the rest - she didn't hate it.
 
Buffy stared into Faith's eyes, clearly furious with her, and it seemed, suddenly very conscious of their proximity. During the split second when Buffy could have considered this, Faith broke free. She adeptly turned the situation round so that now Buffy was being held to the wall with all of her strength. Even though she was right up against Buffy, she screamed at her; “You think you know what it's like for me? You think you know anything about my life? Everything was all about Buffy. Buffy's Watcher, Buffy's friends, Buffy's Goddamn prissy doll's house of a home, Buffy's `can I make you some more cocoa Sweetie' mom and Buffy's undead fucking boyfriend. All I ever heard was Buffy Buffy Buffy. Tell me B, how is it that you get EVERYTHING? What about me?” Not pausing for an answer Faith leaned in intending to hurt her. But being so close, her instinctive desire took control; wanting to overpower Buffy, wanting to taste her. So she kissed her open mouthed with all the anger, all the hate and all the longing that she had

What?...Huh?....Wow! Buffy's eyes widened at the pressure of Faith's lips consuming hers. What was Faith doing? This was somewhere between an attack and a come on. Buffy wasn't sure. Faith's teeth were making friends with her bottom lip…uh boundaries? Well, she had forced her way into Faith's cell and Faith had forced them to swap into one another's bodies and it seemed Faith's tongue was forcing itself into her mouth right this moment. She guessed the boundary thing - not such an issue where Faith's concerned. As Buffy vied against Faith's dominance their limbs became intertwined. It was like some erotic slayer game of Twister. And she was pinned against a wall. Since she'd been back from the grave she'd fulfilled all her Slayer duties and obligations. But passion and enthusiasm had been distinctly lacking. Slaying was empty for her, but she still carried the weight of responsibility both for the Scoobies and the world at large. Buffy was done being in charge or having to think. It was about time Faith took control. Bad train of thought. She wanted this. No she didn't. Ok she wanted to be consumed by the passion and the escape and the body that crackled as it sparked hers. Forget song and dance routines, if there was ever a time for a girl to spontaneously combust it would be now. She wanted this. But she wanted not to want it. Faith was dangerous. No one could incense her to anger as quickly as her fellow Slayer, yet for the first time since her resurrection something was consistently breaking through the numbness. But then Faith pulled away. Both from the kiss and the attack. Buffy was left leaning against the wall; breathless - and acutely aware of the dampness in her jeans.
 
If there was a compass for logic, Buffy would have lost hers by now. She was across the room grabbing onto the front of Faith's top pulling the other Slayer towards her; lips, teeth and then tongues crashing into one another. Nothing about this kiss resembled the grace with which they fought. Buffy was shocked as her own arms moved to encircle Faith's body, kissing her more hungrily than any of the men who had been in her life. She'd never needed to affirm her aliveness before…being with dead guys had kinda done that for her. As she gripped the other slayer tightly now her passion asserted that she was breathing, she existed. It wasn't as if Buffy had given her hands permission to be running down Faith's back, to be grabbing Faith's ass. Not that this had anything to do with Faith. Nothing. Nothing at all.
 
“B?” Faith was aghast. “What the?”
 
Buffy smirked, “I've never seen you speechless before Faith.”
 
“Not even on the dance floor?” Faith raised her eyebrows.
 
Buffy blushed. She knew exactly what Faith was referring to, early on that night before Faith had accidentally killed Finch. They had been dancing together at The Bronze, completely unrestrained as they writhed to the music, amused by the encircling men who wanted them bad, but entranced only by one another. In a single moment Faith had pulled Buffy even closer than they'd been dancing and had kissed her. It had been a rush; hard and yet surprisingly gentle. The climax to their perfect day together. Well not a climax because that day wasn't over and also because, well you know, it was good but there was no climaxing of any kind. Once they went to say goodbye to their friends Buffy had felt so comfortable and assured of their bond that she had half joked with Xan and Willow that she had yet another hot date with Faith. That night had felt like the beginning of something. For Buffy, it was never about being with a woman and she felt no shame about that part. Being with Faith felt right in a way that it never had with Angel and certainly not Spike. The darkness in the vampires had always been a large part of their allure, there was something in them which had always intrigued and frightened Buffy; something she recognized as being part of her but not her entirety. She had always been simultaneously compelled and resistant to their darkness. Angel while ensouled was good but still as a vampire the antithesis of a Slayer. They were forever trying to bridge the distance between their years, experiences and intrinsic natures. When Spike had kissed her this week after the big singsong, it had been the same except more so; because he was soulless. And Faith's soul while damaged and imperfect was still a soul. Now after what Buffy had been through she was drawn to and understood the darkness in Faith in a way she hadn't known before. They were the same; born from within that shadowy place. She wanted to plunge into Faith's weird combination of darkness and tenderness. Just to feel. Not knowing if she'd come out the other side or if the other side even existed.
 
Buffy was finally letting herself see the thing of which Faith had always disquietingly reminded her; that they each reflected the other. From a distance they sensed one another more powerfully than their mirror instincts for demon danger. They had slayed in synchronicity, sharing a unique role in the world stemming from both their power and responsibility. She and Faith had never talked much except when they were moving; fast paced walking through the lethal streets of Sunnydale or between stakings in graveyards. There was something restless, kinetic and physical which they shared. The essence of Slayers past, the part of them which wasn't quite human or was more than human, coursed through their veins. The excess energy they always carried made them agitated and forever wanting to be in motion. Most of their time together had been spent in physical pursuits…the patrolling, the dancing, the slaying, the sparring…the kissing. There was something visceral about her connection to Faith. In a graveyard fight they worked in tandem, instinctively predicting the moves of the other. There was so much that never needed to be spoken. Until now.
 
Faith leant in and kissed Buffy again, more gently this time, almost tenderly. Buffy lightly chewed on her bottom lip as she lost herself in the kiss. She wasn't thinking, at last she wasn't thinking. It just felt so damn good. Buffy was led purely by instinct. This felt....pleasurable.

That thing Buffy had done to her bottom lip had turned Faith's limbs warm and liquid. She hoped she wouldn't fall over - that really would kill her image. What the hell am I doing? Faith moaned a little. God this feels good! But what am I doing? Buffy seeming encouraged by Faith's moan, deepened their kiss running her hands up and down her back, moving her lips to Faith's neck, planting a row of little kisses up to her earlobe, which she nibbled and then whispered, “It's gonna be ok now Faith, it's gonna be ok.”
 
For a second Faith sank into the words letting them wrap her in the comfort she'd secretly craved for so long. Not just from Buffy; from anyone. But immediately her instinctive defences crept in.
 
Gonna be ok? Gonna be ok? She's not the one in prison for Christ's sake. She's not the one who got stabbed in the gut and she's not the one who did the worst thing someone can ever do - murder another person, people in fact. Like Buffy's ever gonna be able to let that go? Don't trust her Faith! Been betrayed before, don't fall for it again. People pretend. Buffy pretends, she's your friend, she'll support you…bullshit!
 
Faith pushed Buffy away with a force that turned and flung Buffy across the cell, landing face down over the side of the cot.
 
“You bitch Faith! You kissed me! You think you can toy with me like that? I've had it with you!”
 
Faith strode across the room. Buffy's slightly stunned head and torso were on the bed, but the rest of her was draped over the side, knees on the concrete floor. Before Buffy could stand again, Faith's hand was roughly in her hair. Catching threads of blonde between her fingers, she brutally pushed Buffy's head further down into the sorry excuse for a mattress, letting her face the bare brick of the wall which had been Faith's scenic sea view for the last God knows how long. She pressed her other hand into Buffy's back before tugging her up by hair and jacket, then slamming her back down, again and again.
 
Faith stood astride Buffy who so far wasn't resisting Faith and took this opportunity to slam Buffy face down into the cot with increasing vigour. It felt so good to fucking hurt her for once, to be in command, to be in control of Buffy. She almost grinned.
 
God, no wonder they locked me away.
 
Warmth was prickling along her skin; the more she hurt Buffy the more alive she felt. She was buzzing. Until in mid-flow she stopped. A sound had emanated from Buffy. A small sound, but not a cry of pain. Quite the opposite in fact. It had been more of a mixture between a moan and a sigh. The kind of sound people don't tend to make when being attacked.
 
B likes it rough? Who knew? That girl is full of secrets. Maybe it's part of the whole Slayer thing - jonesing for some down dirty rough and tumble.
 
Faith would have doubted what she'd heard except for the power in her heightened senses. She could smell the deliciousness of what Buffy was feeling. The prickling warmth in her arms was spreading all through her. She stopped slamming Buffy against the mattress then, just held her shoulder with one hand. Maybe a little harder than she needed to.
 
Come to think of it, B could easily have fought back, by now. Huh. She is enjoying this!
 
“You dirty little Slayer. You're getting off on this, aren't you?” There was silence. “Answer me B! Now!” She thumped Buffy's back with her free hand. Buffy moaned her response, louder this time. “You like that do you? You want more?” Quiet again. “Do you?” Faith yelled, both mad and enthralled.
 
“Yes.” Buffy whispered.
 
She wondered if she was pushing it too far but this was too good, “Yes what?”
 
“Yes Faith.”
 
“You remember B, it's me here doing this to you. Because you owe me! It's not Angel or soldier boy boyfriend, it's ME.” Faith slapped her ass - not particularly hard. Buffy started to respond to what Faith had said, but was immediately interrupted. “You don't get to speak, unless I order you.” And Faith landed a slightly harder blow to her other butt cheek.
 
She was now bent over Buffy landing a consistent stream of slaps and wallops to her behind. With each blow Buffy's body was propelled harder against the side of the cot, hitting against her clit. A fact of which Faith was perfectly aware. Even though she wasn't using nearly her full strength, what she was doing was having an unexpected effect. Every strike to Buffy's ass was telling her! She pissed Faith off! She'd had it with Blondie. Doing some damage to that cute little backside of hers, well, it was well deserved. It was also an unexpected release. She was picking up the pace quicker than a shoplifter outrunning liquor store security as she hit B. Yet each time her hand smashed into the back pockets of Buffy's jeans, her anger evaporated faster than stolen hooch in a crowd of teens. Taunting B was her favourite game, but this was more fun than anything she could have dreamed up.
 
“So B, pain gets you all juiced? Who would've thought that little miss tightly wound would get off on a kinky smackdown?” Buffy whimpered. For a moment Faith moved her hand from Buffy's ass as she leaned closer, speaking in an entirely different tone than she'd been using up to now. The texture of her voice was one she'd never let Buffy hear before; “B, if it goes too far, you'll tell me, right? Safe word is…” Faith smirked, “Giles.” Buffy received another slap in response to her muffled protests. Faith liked hurting Buffy, but this was different. It had become something else now. Time was she'd thought safety words were for wusses. She'd gone beyond every limit there is what with nearly murdering Xander and the whole tying Wesley to a chair and torturing him thing. They should all be dead. Except those times Angel made her stop. Him not being here now - very good thing, but it left her swimming in the sea without a shark net. Sure Buffy was more man than Wes or Xan would ever be, but Faith reckoned she could take B down easy. The only person stopping Faith here, was Faith. That kinda scared her. She day-dreamed often in her cell of all the things she'd like to do to Buffy. Sure one or two of these thoughts were of the deep down and dirty variety. But the other things she'd do to B made the phrase `revenge fantasy' sound like a church picnic by comparison. She was swimming in the deep end now and Faith wondered how much further out she could go without being pulled under into the darkness. She wouldn't resurface this time. Faith could not go there with anyone again. Not even with B. Especially not B. “You'll tell me? If it goes too far?” Then she added; “You can answer.”
 
In a quiet voice Buffy responded; “Yeah, I'll say.” Then, still hushed but slightly pleading, she said, “Faith, don't stop yet.” That was all the encouragement Faith needed.
 
“So, Princess, do your friends know what kind of filthy slut you are yet? Do they know what gets your all revved up and damp?” She didn't wait for an answer. This was becoming way too much fun. “Maybe I should pull your jeans down, maybe your panties too and spank your bare ass with my hand and find out just how wet that really gets you .” Buffy let out a long whiny moan which only egged Faith on further. “Maybe Buffy, I won't use my hand at all. Maybe I should use my belt. How would you feel about the impression of black leather on your naked skin? Would that feel good B? Would it?”
 
“Unhhh”
 
“I didn't quite catch that B, you say something?” Faith bent down and slid her hands under Buffy's stomach where it was pressed against the cot. She worked down until she found the waistband of her jeans and undid the top button. To allow access to the remaining buttons Buffy raised herself slightly away from the cot, but not as much as she could have, ensuring Faith's fingers had minimal space between her and the bed. Faith wanted to touch. She wanted badly to touch. But she didn't. She pulled Buffy's jeans down but only over her butt, she left enough denim in front to ensure that the button ridge would still hit just the right spot when she landed her other hand down hard, flattening the softness of Buffy's bare ass.

Each of Faith's slayer-fuelled blows drifted Buffy further from her life. The one she resented living. Faith was actually hurting her. Surprisingly, what with this being Faith, it didn't seem to be in a mortal peril way. She shivered at the possibility. Plus the predilection for danger, she had always denied - especially to Faith, was really intensing things up a notch. Buffy had faced countless assortments of vamps and demons, not least of which were Celine Dion loving college roommates. These things rarely frightened her. But now she was trapped (admittedly by her own engineering) in a cell with a woman who hated her; a known murderer who's strength almost matched her own, who Buffy had just allowed to remove her jeans. Even though conscious thought was rapidly taking leave from her brain, she did note her disgust at herself. Resurrection must have wrecked her pretty bad to be enjoying something so messed up; with Faith of all people. Humiliatingly draped over the side of the cot, she was exposed, literally and figuratively. Buffy felt little and she liked that. There was no one needing quarter hourly reassurance that all was well and she really was totally entirely and unreservedly fine post-death. There were no plans to thwart, demons to identify or bills to pay. Submitting to Faith and letting her act out the cruelty of this world - it was a relief. So she relinquished all doubt and guilt, just allowing her body to feel the sensations. Buffy wasn't in control of anything anymore. No one's life needed saving. She was just a body floating somewhere; all that existed was the physical sensation of each blow. The power behind them would have broken a regular human. For Buffy there was no danger of that. Yet there was enough pain for each strike to send her deeper into the mist where she was just a body bobbing. Buffy exhaled slowly as if this were her first out breath since death. She relented.
 
But another sensation was disturbing the nothingness. The ridge of her jeans against the side of the cot was perfectly positioned along her slit. The rhythm of Faith's action had been providing a surprising friction which alongside the pain fuelled floating…she was liking this. As in liking it, liking it.
 
What am I doing? Why am I letting her hit me like this? I don't think this counts as sparring. Oh God, that feels good.
 
The momentary feel of Faith's fingers as she pulled down Buffy's jeans had added to the throbbing sensation. She needed this. Pain was the only wave in her ocean of numbness. Then there was arousal. On the horizon were occasional glimmers; reminders of the force behind these waves of sensation. Some part of Buffy perhaps knew that it felt so good because it was Faith doing this to her. They both gasped as Faith's fingers looped through the back of her g-string panties and pulled them down.

Chapter Four

B seemed to like Faith beating the shit out of her. `Be sensitive to the needs of those around you' they'd told Faith in murder rehab. So here she was being sensitive. At this moment she had many ideas which, for once, had nothing to do with hitting Buffy. But Faith wanted to see this particular project to its end. She wasn't sure how far B would let her go but she sure as hell wanted to find out. Something was up with that girl, Faith didn't get why she'd let her keep doing this. But she hoped to the Powers that B's momentary lapse in sanity would last long enough that she'd get to fuck her. Faith had wanted to fuck Buffy Summers since forever but right now was the first time she thought it might happen in a non fingers-sneaking-over-clit-while-lathering-up-in-communal-showers way. She ran her fingernails over Buffy's ass, intentionally drawing out the anticipation. She landed a few sharp slaps across each cheek, and then stopped.

Faith needed both her hands and therefore broke contact with Buffy who at this moment was reminding Faith of a mole. As in small animal; always causes upheaval in its path. When B raised her head, her eyes were squinting all tryin' to focus, like she was above ground for the first time in a while. What was up with B? She looked kinda disorientated, disappointed even. Faith needed her hands now, but had to keep physical contact with Buffy - to maintain her authority and the momentum. B hadn't seemed to notice that they were in some freaky Slayer twilight zone where Faith had all the power. She could dig hanging out here a while. Besides, Buffy did look all small and confused; maybe Faith's touch would reassure her. Or maybe Faith kinda wanted the contact. She stood behind Buffy, moving in closer, the front of Faith's calf pressing up between her legs. B was being unusually silent - mark another tick in the box next to `Reasons Buffy has been possessed by a thaumogenic demon;' which was her current theory. Faith wasn't sure if she should push things further. But figuring out the mystery of Buffy could take a lifetime; let alone eating into the kinky Slayer happy hour currently happening in her cell. She shrugged; Faith'd never stopped after a coupla drinks before; one for the road? It was worth a try. “I'm gonna take off my belt now B. This is a hard heavy fuck off leather belt, used to belong to one of the guards and I'm gonna pound your ass with it `til you scream so hard you can't remember your own name. You think vamps hurt? That's nothing compared to what I'm gonna do to you right now.” Faith was surprised at the effort she had to put into sounding threatening. Freaking B out for real was something she could do in her sleep. In a coma even.

“Oh God, please Faith.” Buffy begged.

Buffy was begging. This was so fucking cool. “Quiet!” Her voice was scolding, but inside she was humming. It felt right to have power over B, to be the one in control. Slowly Faith unbuckled her belt and with a dramatic swish pulled it out through her belt loops, knowing full well that Buffy could hear and anticipate what was coming. Except Faith wanted to do something unexpected, see if she could catch B off guard. Placing the belt buckle in her palm, she wound part of the leather around her hand, as she increased the slight pressure of her leg against Buffy's body.

Faith started running the belt over Buffy's butt, across those peachy perfect cheeks, along Buffy's crack, gently but making her aware of the weight and feel of the leather. She hadn't concentrated this hard on making someone else feel good (even if it was in an `instilling terror into your nemesis' way) since Mary-Louise Anderson. Under `their' tree, Faith had knelt behind her; forehead crinkled in concentration as she learned to braid Mary-Louise's hair. Her friend liked the sensation when Faith's fingers ran down her scalp as she separated the strands of blonde into sections. Mary-Louise would sigh and lean back further against her saying; `Ooh Faith, you're so good at braiding.' She must've been really good at braiding `cos people didn't say nice things like that to Faith. Maybe when she was a grown up she could style hair? She'd been down with that plan, `til all the balloons'd popped. Her mom had shown up drunk to Mary-Louise's tenth birthday party. Faith didn't speak to Mary-Louise again until they were fourteen. She'd felt it was her responsibility even as an ex-friend to warn Mary-Louise about the loser she was dating. He had creases ironed into the front of his jeans for Christ's sake.

She let the belt dangle for a moment between Buffy's legs just touching her lightly. Why the hell was she letting Faith do this to her? Doubling the leather over, she snapped it loudly, causing Buffy to tremor. The sound reminded Faith of her post-Mary-Louise firecracker pranks in the alleys of Southie. She took a step back. The muscles in her arm went completely taught as she stretched out, giving herself room to swing. Faith aimed precisely and with all the power that cracked demons skulls she let the belt smack down onto Buffy's right butt cheek. It elicited an indistinct sound.

It was official; Buffy was acting extremely strangely - even for Buffy. Or perhaps this was one of her messed up `ignore the stench of prison low lives; think about B' daydreams to make the day just a little shorter. Clearly one of her better, more vivid fantasies. Faith dug, what little fingernails she had, into her arm; just to check. Yup, she was actually awake. Whoa. Faith nodded her head grinning.

That means I have B half naked in my cell and she's letting me beat the crap out of her. Score.

Then it was gone; the anger she was venting at Buffy, how this had all begun. The powerful stroke of her belt directly onto B's skin had completed the release. For now. It left this big gaping hole inside of her where the resentment used to sit. Faith waited a moment and then moved away. She stood still, letting the silence fill the room, knowing that with each second she was also confusing Buffy further, which she still enjoyed. Just a little.

Why has she stopped? Maybe now is when Faith snaps and I end up dead? Again. I should care more about that, right? Oh boy my butt hurts. Yeeeouch. Thrown across cemeteries by a couple of vamps; no problem, but this… I hope she does it again. I'd probably prefer that to the murdering thing. Now what?

Buffy thought she should get up; be all primed for battle. She was reluctant, despite the metal bed frame digging into her. She hadn't been aware of that before, or the smell. Glade prison aroma; essence of musty cell mixed with sweaty Slayer mystery scent.

Buffy wanted to feel something. If all she'd needed to penetrate - bad choice of words - the numbness, was sex; she had other options. Momentarily Buffy wondered what those options actually were. Whichever way you looked at it, Faith was by far the most dangerous and most tantalizing. When she'd envisaged Faith beckoning her into feeling, it hadn't been with said kinky violence. But Faith oozed sex even when beating the crap out of her for real. It wasn't like she hadn't noticed the way Faith's hips tilted just so when she paused in the graveyard, gesticulating about yet another R rated escapade. Of course she'd never wondered what Faith could do with that mouth that looked alluring even as her teeth were tearing into the flesh of her post-slay snack. Oh no, she'd never wondered that. Not once. Ever.

All Buffy wanted was to feel unlike herself yet aware that she was living; to get lost in sensation, pain, pleasure, just to feel again. It was beginning. The rush of the icy cold wave mingled with the warmth that kept her afloat. They were beginning to permeate, ever so slightly. Despite wanting to encourage Faith, she didn't dare speak. What would she say? If she spoke, Buffy might remember the reality of her life and remind them both of what exactly they were doing. Just because Faith had given her a safe word didn't mean she'd abide by it. The girl wasn't exactly known for sticking to her limits. Maybe the safe word was just to lure Buffy into a sense of safety so Faith could fuck with her.

Ok, so some of the thrill was because of the risk. Part of Buffy was still in death's embrace; was intrigued by it, missed it. Perfect bliss - she forgot how it felt but it sounded nice round about now; the escape. If Buffy had been feeling actual emotion she'd have been torn between this world and the one to come. But being numb, there was only her ambivalence about living. Coming here Buffy had figured; she'd either feel something or Faith would just kill her. If Spike hadn't stopped her spinning a few days ago she'd have danced into combustion. Maybe there'd be a new craze; `spontaneous rock' or `combustion disco'? Huh. It's just that she hadn't counted on being vulnerable with Faith. Buffy shuddered. There was something exciting about being this defenceless with a murderer. Wow she really was a mess - clearly she had come back wrong.

Why had Faith stopped? The aching in parts of her was unexpectedly powerful. Buffy's body was craving the stimulation and pain she'd been feeling moments before. She thought she might burst and wondered if this was the same as when guys got blue balls. She'd been entirely focused on both the loss of control and intense sensation on her ass. She hadn't even thought about coming. She squirmed, suddenly conscious of the cool cell air on her burning behind, which was still entirely exposed by the way. She shivered inwardly. It would be just like Faith to be all brutal and alluring and then leave her - if they weren't locked in a prison cell together. She could get her off or leave her panting. The awareness of Faith's power (not the lying murderous kind obviously) aroused Buffy. Slowly she found herself moving against that denim ridge and the side of the bed. It felt so good. She wondered if Faith was looking, which both terrified and excited her. She was more scared of Faith ignoring her now; abandoning Buffy, bored with her amusement halfway through. Maybe this was just another one of Faith's games, a new way to rile her? She was rocking faster now, she knew she shouldn't but it just felt so damn good.

Buffy blushed. How could she be showing someone something this private, this embarrassing? She didn't have time to complete her thought as she felt two of Faith's fingers rammed inside her. “Ohhhhh.” It was unexpected. Shocking. No build up and yet the past few hours had been nothing but. Faith's fingers were moving rapidly in and almost out of her. The sensation was more intense than anything Buffy could remember, although at this moment her mind was kinda blank.

All that existed were the fingers of the other Slayer, inside of her. It gave her a moment of unanticipated completeness. She wondered fleetingly whether either of them could be whole without the other. They were cut from the rib of shadow, demon and smoke; had never been intended to exist simultaneously. Faith leaned forward onto her arm, forcing her full weight down against Buffy's back. She liked the feeling; being fucked while unable to move anything except for the rubbing of her clit against the bed. Faith's fingers, suddenly three, ploughed into her, filling every nerve ending inside with sensation.

Faith had been standing a couple of metres away, watching Buffy. She hadn't known what she was waiting for until Buffy started bringing herself off against the bed. Man, it was hot and she'd looked on incredulous that this was B. B. In her cell. Even the years ahead in mind-numbing solitude didn't seem half bad if she'd have memories of this.

Faith always knew when to move in for the kill. When Buffy's pace quickened, Faith knew her time was now. With a couple of strides she was right behind Buffy. Bending down, her hands parted Buffy's thighs, fingers prying her inner lips apart as they entered her. “Just keep doin' what you're doin' B. Warn me when you're close.”

“Yes Faith.”

“Well, aren't you an obedient little Slayer all of a sudden?” This was fucking awesome. B's cunt had provided no resistance. She had plunged two of her fingers in expecting to hurt her just a little. But this was better. Even when she added another, her fingers had glided into Buffy's arousal. Faith had not felt this good in all the time she'd been in prison. In here, the most excitement she could hope for was boring sex with women all wearing the exact same outfit or jacking off prison guards for luxuries like hot water and new underwear. Plus there was no slaying! She wondered if now she'd tasted the rush again it would be a craving, and what she might do to meet it. Faith always had trouble seeing the line.

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Who woulda thought this would ever happen? Yeah I thought about it - obviously. But I gave up long ago on this particular fantasy ever coming true. She feels so good inside.

Faith rapidly caressed Buffy's insides enjoying the warmth and the slickness over her fingers. No girl she'd ever fucked had felt this way - made sense though; that Slayer chicks were hotter than - well, anyone. But this wasn't just some girl or even a juiced up Slayer sex drive thing. It was B.

She didn't know if this was another one of their fights that got out of hand, if Buffy would be embarrassed, or worse; ashamed of being fucked by Faith. Maybe she'd deny it. Faith had always thought the first time with B would be kinda sweet; all the cheesy, frilly, candles, wine and proclamations of undying love she'd assumed B would need to do the deed. There'd be desire, but the pretty kind. Not that she was complaining. What was happening here was cool. More than cool. But what did it mean?

“Faith! Soon.”

Faith removed her weight and knelt down behind Buffy, continuing to fuck her. In one fluid gesture she manoeuvred her fingers between Buffy's body and the bed. Her whole hand rested against Buffy, the heel pressing just above her clit. “Keep rockin' against me B.”

Faith's hand is there AND inside me. This may be the best feeling in any dimension. It's possible leaving heaven was worth it just for this. The build up has taken so long and I wish it could go on forever. But I so need this release - now. Faith's hand! Just the thought of it makes me... My body against Faith's hand.

Unexpectedly, without moving the position of either hand, Faith leant over. Still resting on the bed, Buffy's damp cheek became flushed as briefly Faith pressed her lips against it. The softness of her mouth left Buffy's skin tingling as a fleeting sensation of warmth and care washed through her body. The gesture was sweet, very un-Faith. This was turning into the weirdest day, or evening. Buffy's brain felt all swirly and she had no clue about the time or even century. The gentleness of the kiss jarred with everything she'd been experiencing. It jolted her back into the reality of their situation.

Faith could turn at any moment. When she's taken all she can and is done with me, she might go all psycho-Slayer, again.

Despite her doubts, the intensity of sensations continued building. Buffy hesitated on the precipice, about to be enclosed by the tantalizing abyss. Unexpectedly, the kiss had given her a momentary feeling of safety; allowing Buffy to let go. She jerked rapidly and hard against Faith's one hand while the other continued moving inside; every second or third plunge hitting right against her g-spot. Hoping to entirely lose herself in the dizzying swirling energy around them, Buffy took the dive.

The tremors came as a wave through Buffy's body; powerful and drawn out, which Faith loved, wanting it to last so much longer than it did. Inside, Buffy felt as she expected - damn fucking perfect. Doing her was nothing like Faith had imagined. But B was into this. In those moments when things got wicked intense, she arched her back clamping down tightly around Faith's fingers. Buffy's moans and sighs weren't helping with Faith's own arousal which was less down low tingle, more down low pounding. The shuddering waves of sensation echoed up through Faith's arm. Their Slayer connection was the most forceful she'd ever experienced. She wondered what it meant to Buffy. And why she was even thinking about this shit when B was coming this very second. Her weight pressed Faith's hand against the bed as she felt Buffy's orgasm against it, against her.

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