This is all too much fun.
I of course have cruised to the final... not that there was ever a doubt, but it still feels good to be here. The girls have done well, it was good to see them busting some of the moves I've been teaching them... makes me so proud. Ha ha ha. Who ever would've figured me for teaching anything. Impressive huh?
Buffy has been flying through with ease as well. You could see how determined she looked earlier... was damn hot. I haven't watched any of her fights so far though. I'm horny enough from my own work out... watching Buffy at her sweaty best... that way leads to frustration!
Kennedy was sniffing round for tips on beating Buffy a while ago... I wanted to say run now... but it wouldn't do to dent the girls enthusiasm. I was almost tempted to work out my frustrations on Kennedy then and there... I don't think sending her into the ring with depleted energy reserves, against a pissed of slayer would be too good a move though. So I'm still frustrated.
Most of the fights have been good natured so far, yet I have this real big idea that all that's about to change. Especially after the little exchange this morning. I really don't know what Buffy's beef is with Ken... she just doesn't seem to like the girl. Mind you Kennedy isn't exactly fond in return. Lots of aggro there. I don't envy her if she mouths off at Buffy during the fight... I can get away with it... but then I can take her punches.
I guess if things get out of hand I can step in. Me in between a sweaty Buffy and Kennedy having a bitch fight. Did I mention I'm a little frustrated?
Buffy's Pov
All I can think about is beating Kennedy. And I don't mean `beating' in the victory sense... I mean in the causing physical pain sense. I know I can't... and I almost know I won't... but I can't help but smile at the temptation.
It's not just jealousy... although I am big enough to admit that maybe, just possibly, I might have feelings that are `jealous like' in their nature towards her... It's like she wants to rub my nose in the fact that she is fucking Faith. Like I need my nose rubbed in it... I swear she screams a little louder sometimes just so I can hear the whole shebang in surround sound. Maybe if I just rip out her vocal cords?
Has some merit as a plan.
It's a shame this is all happening, it causes an upset in the camp. The potentials are all Kennedy and Faith fans, so I get painted as the big bad bitch... it doesn't bother me as such... winning a popularity contest with a bunch of girls... well that's not my thing... but with the possibility of a something big and nasty coming... well you'd think that everyone would pull together.
Sometimes I wish Kennedy would just piss off and stay over at Giles' place. But then she wouldn't be able to get under my skin would she?
It's time to go teach her a little lesson in why you shouldn't piss off a slayer.
I always wanted to be a teacher.
Kennedy's Pov
I have a plan. I know I can't beat Buffy on strength alone... so I guess I'm gonna have to use her own strength against her. Giles has warned the slayers to rein it in against us lesser girls... I don't want that... I want Buffy to lose it... that way lies disqualification. So I'm gonna push her. And I know how.
I know what she wants.
I bet it must really hurt to see me and Faith sometimes. I see her pining eyes. Such want and desire there.
I've become an expert screamer... just for Buffy's pleasure. As I feel Faith entering me at night... I just hope it all sounds good for Buffy. I try my hardest. If she can't have what she wants, the least I can do is show her what she is missing. I like to think of it as my stab at friendship.
Like I'd ever want to be her `friend'.
She is so up herself it's scary. Always ordering people about as if we were put here for her pleasure. I tell ya... if this big bad we're all supposed to be afraid of ever surfaces... well I'm not so sure Buffy's gonna have too many people watching her back. We all know who we want to follow in to battle. And it sure as hell isn't Buffy Summers!
Oh look... time to go play.
Let's see how long it takes to piss of a slayer...
Pov None.
The fight so far was uneventful. There had been circling and stalking... a few searching jabs, the testing of distance. But no strikes landed. You would have to have been blind not to notice the venom barely concealed in each girls eyes, and the atmosphere of the spectators was almost tense in its acknowledgement. The potentials were still vocal in their support of their friend... but it was as if they could sense that there was a very definite under current of something else occurring.
Kennedy was wearing a smirk on her face that was driving Buffy insane, sure she hadn't landed any punches yet, but she was still flexing her muscles... loosening up... she couldn't understand the other girls air of cockiness.
"You gonna keep that grin plastered to your face the whole time I kick your ass Kennedy?"
Kennedy for her part was just waiting for the fun to begin. She couldn't help the swagger to her hips or the smile on her face. She had been waiting to have a dig at Buffy for far too long... she had wanted to take her down a peg or two for weeks now... and to see the opportunity appear in front of her... well it was just too good not to smile about.
"I don't see you kicking anything, and as for the grin... someone once told me I had a pretty smile..."
"I'll be seeing what I can do to change that..."
Buffy moved in and laid a soft jab on Kennedy's face... nothing too hard... just a promise of things to come... a sweetener.
The potential just laughed and her smirk grew wider.
"I'm not ticklish... I thought this was supposed to be a fight... that the best ya got there?"
"I don't think you want my best..."
"Don't be scared to hurt me Buffy... I like to play rough..." She threw a meaningful glance in Faiths direction and then leered at the blonde slayer... it was time to take it up a notch.
Faith was intrigued. The heat being generated from the ring was beyond intense. It felt like hatred and that worried the dark haired slayer. She knew hatred after all. Had been on first name terms with it a few times. She knew that there was no love lost between the two opponents in front of her, but she never realised there was anything this heated raging beneath the surface. She was at a loss to think of a reason why. Part of her was considering the idea that the two girls wanted to fuck and this was the outlet for frustration. Buffy and Kennedy...? She thought for a moment but discarded the notion... no that wasn't it, no matter how good it would look.
Jealousy was good for building hate. She had been on first name terms with jealousy as well. But why would there be jealousy? Could Kennedy be jealous of Buffy's slayer status? She knew the girl was itching for the power... but why be so jealous of Buffy and yet friendly with herself? And why would Buffy be jealous of Kennedy...? That was the real stumper... she could think of nothing that Kennedy had that Buffy could want. She was definitely intrigued.
And what was with the look Kennedy just shot her, and the `liking it rough' comment? It almost sounded to Faith as if the young trainee was taunting the slayer. Apart from being at a loss for why... she was also worried about Ken's safety... getting Buffy riled was not a good way to hang on to good health. What was going on...?
Buffy had taken the definite lead in the contest. She was working her jabs well, and coming in for sweeps at will. Many times the potential had been on her back, and many times Buffy could have chosen to pin her... she didn't want to though... she wanted to draw it out... see if she couldn't inflict just a little bit of pain on the younger girl. Payback, she thought of it as.
Also that smirk... still there. And still as annoying.
"You had enough yet Kennedy... want me to put you out of your misery?"
"You think you can...?"
"Oh I know I can."
With that she dropped down and took the younger girls legs from beneath her, gave a short sharp kick to the abs and covered the girl. Just as she was moving into the pinning position Kennedy leant up to whisper in her ear...
"So tell me Buffy... when your this close... can ya smell her on me... does it get you hot?"
Buffy jumped up as if she had been shocked... physically as well as mentally... the young girls words were ringing in her ears... the truth behind them naked in her eyes. Yes she could smell Faiths aroma on Kennedy. And it made her want to puke.
"You wanna watch your mouth Kennedy... I'm just half a second away from taking you places you don't wanna go..."
The potential looked up at the slayer and positioned a sneering smile across her lips.
"You wish... `B'"
The last word spat out with a clear sense of mocking.
Faith felt the change come over Buffy. She could sense the arrival of the slayer a mile off. She could see it as well. The way Buffy's muscles tightened... coiled... prepared to unleash their power.
She had heard Kennedy's whispered words to the blonde girl... she had heard them but not understood them... what the fuck was going on?
She stood up quick... yet unaware if she was rising to protect Kennedy... or to stop Buffy. Either way it didn't matter... she was already too late.
Buffy's fist travelled with amazing speed... almost too quick to be seen by the spectators. The blood that exploded from Kennedy's cheek and nose was plain for everyone to see though... as was the way she slumped to the ground.
"What the fuck B?"
Everyone else was stunned into momentary silence, which was only broken when Kennedy drew herself up off the floor. She didn't want to get up, that was for sure... she felt like she had just been hit by a ten ton truck... it fucking hurt... a lot. But she had to get up. She felt like she was winning and she just had to push home her advantage.
"S'ok Faith... nothing I can't handle."
"I think you'd do best to stay down Kennedy don't you...?" Buffy was glowering at the girl... she couldn't believe she had just lost her cool... and in front of everyone as well. She was trying to calm herself, drawing deep breaths into her lungs, but the sight of that stupid smirk... it was making her blood boil.
"Buffy step back now!" Giles was completely thrown by his slayer's display. Being that he didn't have slayer hearing, he had not been privy to the nature of the comments that were whispered to her by Kennedy. It didn't matter though... using slayers strength against a potential was wrong. Completely wrong.
"Buffy!... Now!"
His raised tone did the trick and Buffy stepped back.
"What was the meaning of that?"
"The meaning of what Giles?... I was just showing Kennedy here that it's not nice to talk trash to people."
"It was absolutely unnecessary is what it was." He turned and looked at the bleeding potential...
"Are you ok to carry on Kennedy, or do you wish to retire?"
She wiped the blood from her face with the back of her arm and straightened her shoulders. She had a plan and the plan was working.
"I'm ok thank you, but uh...are you gonna let her hit me like that again?" She adopted an injured pose... making the most of playing on Giles' sense of responsibility and fairness.
"No Kennedy... that's not going to happen... right Buffy? Because if it does, or if it even looks like it is going to, then you are out of there... I don't know what's going on here... quite frankly I don't care... but this is not the place to work it out. This is supposed to be about training... not beating on the potentials.
Buffy looked sufficiently contrite, and Giles was placated.
"Ok then... the match will resume... without the blood lust... and be warned Buffy, I meant what I said."
She nodded over at Giles, she didn't trust her voice to speak just now... she could still feel the anger raging in her veins... but Giles was right... beating up Kennedy was not the answer... a fun alternative, but not the answer. She would just have to beat her fair and square and get on to the business of the final.
Kennedy waited until Buffy was back in the full flow of the fight, she had relaxed her stance again and was taking her down almost at will. It didn't bother Kennedy though... she was just waiting for another chance to get a dig at the slayer. She didn't have to wait long.
She had fallen onto all fours after a strong hit from Buffy, and now the older girl was just coming in close behind her to flip her for a pin, she didn't even wait for Buffy to get close enough to whisper... she was enjoying toying with the blonde girl, and whether the audience heard her didn't matter anymore.
"Ya know... Faith loves this position too... ya think it's a slayer thing?"
Buffy was gonna go for a pin, but now changed her mind... she was sick of the shit that Kennedy was coming out with... she knew what was going on... it didn't take a genius to see that Kennedy was trying to get her disqualified. Instead of the pin, she kicked the girl with the minimum of strength... going for precision instead... she knew all the major pain points on the body... something Giles had made sure of.
She caught the girl just between the base of the ribs... close to the heart. It seemed almost poetic that she was wounding the young girls heart, in return for the bashing Kennedy had been giving hers. She hoped it hurt a lot.
With Kennedy on the floor she turned and sought out the eyes of Faith. She was so angry at the potential and some of that anger was flowing out in the direction of her fellow slayer.
"How about you keep your bitch on a leash from now on Faith!"
"Don't look at me B..."
The rest of her reply went unheard as Kennedy chose that moment to sweep Buffy's feet from under her in a last show of defiance. She had not been expecting it so went down hard, winding herself in the process.
The slayer in waiting couldn't believe her luck... was she really gonna get a chance at a pin on the older girl...
She crawled over to where Buffy was laying on the floor, trying to get the air back into her system...
The crowd had gone quiet... everyone was holding there breath... in the case of the Wicca's, Dawn and Xander, it was almost in sympathy with Buffy... for everyone else it was the possibility of a potentials victory over a slayer.
The silence gave a perfect arena for Kennedy to fire her final shot at Buffy... uttered with complete disdain as she positioned herself over the girl...
"Ya know `B'... if ya fuck as well as ya fight... it's no wonder Faith doesn't want you."
For a brief second it was as if the silence had become even more so... everyone was stunned at Kennedy's words... she had been taunting Buffy all along... but this... this was more then taunting.
For those that hadn't been aware that Buffy wanted Faith... well they were aware now. It all made perfect sense... the hostility... the comments... the tension.
For those that had been aware... they were already wondering if the young potential was gonna survive.
Kennedy was still smirking... she covered the slayer and waited for the count...
It never came.
Buffy was out from under her in a second, throwing the younger girl across the ring... she was past angry... and would not let herself be beaten by the bitch that was Kennedy.
"Ya know what Ken...?"
She picked the girl up and hoisted her over her head.
"... I was gonna pin ya... but now I'm thinking I don't wanna be laying my body over anything as skanky as you..."
Within the older slayer there was a battle raging. Half of her wanted to bring the girl crashing down to the floor... full strength... but that's what the girl wanted wasn't it? To drive Buffy to lose control again... well it wasn't happening... not here, not now.
"...So I'm just gonna toss ya out this here ring... simple as that..."
And it was as simple as that.
She disposed of the girl with the utmost cool... nothing about her exterior giving away the turmoil she was feeling inside. She felt humiliated by the revelations from the younger girls mouth.
"...And Kennedy... if you ever so much as speak a fucking word to me... or even glance in my direction... well let's just say the rematch won't be so enjoyable."
Giles stepped up to declare the winner.
"Don't bother Giles... we all know the score... I'm gonna go kick back... Wills... Tar... a word?"
"Well that's fine... but the final?"
"Tell me when, I'll be here."
"Shall we say an hour? Faith... is that ok with you?"
Faith was in a daze. She had too much information trying to sort itself through her head right now. Kennedy had made it sound like Buffy wanted her... and that couldn't be right could it? Especially after the comments the other day... she knew Buffy didn't want her.
So why had Buffy gotten so darn mad?
"Faith...?"
"Wha...?"
"An hour... is that ok?"
"Suits me G... I'm just gonna go chill for a bit... clear my head."
"Ok then... everybody be back in an hour... I am going to go and see to Kennedy..."
Buffy retreated to her room with the two Wicca's. She needed some emotional bandages if she had any chance of facing Faith in the final. She knew that everyone had been able to hear Kennedy's words... and she knew the meaning behind them wasn't hard to work out. She couldn't help but wonder what was going through Faith's mind right now...
Faith was pacing the basement... stopping now and then to throw punches at the punch bag, each landing with exceptional power and strength. She was worked up. She had no idea what the fuck was going on. She knew she didn't wanna face Buffy in an hour feeling like this. If she did there was no telling what would happen... after all, the blonde haired slayer had hardly been a picture of calmness herself already today.
She wanted to go to Buffy.
She wanted to know what the hell was going on...
With all her frustration she landed a final hit on the swinging bag... it flew across the room and landed with a resounding thump.
Faith looked at it in distaste.
"Fuck this!"
With those words she left the basement and headed for the stairs.
This was getting sorted.
And it was getting sorted now.
Pov None.
"Just tell me Will... how bad is it?"
Buffy looked so wounded lying there on her bed, that Willow really didn't want to have to explain just how clear and concise Kennedy's words had been. She looked over at Tara to gain some much needed support.
"Well... it was kinda obvious what she was meaning... but I don't know if everybody heard..." That was a little lie, she was sure that everyone present would have heard the words and got the meaning... Kennedy certainly hadn't tried to keep the volume control turned low... Willow almost thought that she had raised the volume on purpose.
"Thanks for the fibs Will... but I know the sitch. I don't think she could of said it louder if she had tried... and I'm thinking the silence at the time... probably helped with the voice carrying..."
Tara felt compelled to offer some gentle reassurances, to try and heal the wounds that the potential had so knowingly inflicted.
"It's ok though Buffy... really, I mean what she said... no ones gonna listen to a word of it... it was just Kennedy spouting off. And if you don't wanna fight Faith now... if it's awkward... well I'm sure Mr Giles won't mind at all..."
Buffy had absolutely no intention of not fighting Faith. Knowing that she was gonna be able to unload her rage on the other slayer was all that was keeping her sane right now. There would be no holding back... none whatsoever. She was pissed at Kennedy... and somehow that was making her pissed at Faith.
And to think it was only this morning that she was trying to plan ways in which to set things right with the dark slayer. It made her laugh to think of that now... it was amazing how her and Faith seemed to always be precariously balanced on a thin line of friendship. One minute she wanted her... the next she just wanted to pound on her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a firm knock on the door.
"Wills, tell whoever it is to go away... I need to get my head straight ok... not make nice with the gossip committee."
Willow opened the door to the bedroom and was shocked to see a very agitated Faith standing there.
"I uh... Buffy... it's Faith."
She had felt the other slayer but just assumed she was close by... she never would have guessed that she would show up at her bedroom door.
"What does she want?"
Faith rolled her eyes at Willow, if Buffy really thought she was gonna have this conversation through the other girl as a medium... well she had another thing coming.
"Red give us a minute yeah...?"
Willow was torn, she didn't wanna abandon Buffy, but she could feel the discomfort at being placed between the two girls... Tara was looking decidedly uncomfortable aswell.
"Uh... Buff?"
"It's ok, you can give us a minute."
Relief flooded the red head's body... she really didn't want to be involved here. Ushering Tara with her, she left the room, squeezing past Faith to get out of the door.
"So what do you want?"
"A little less hostility and an invite in would be great for starters."
"You are joking yeah...? After that little display from your `girlfriend'... you think I even know how to be less hostile to you... cos really Faith... I'm struggling here."
"For fucks sake B, I didn't come up here to fight ok... that down there... I'm just as confused as you are..." Faith was about to go on when she realised she was still standing in the hallway, with absolutely no privacy.
"...Look can I come in or what?"
"I thought you had stopped paying little visits to my bedroom Faith?" Buffy couldn't help but slip that one in, she had felt the loss of Faith's presence at night... she had never known quite what it meant... but it had meant something... and now it had been withdrawn... well it hurt.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Faith knew... or she thought she did. Sure she had stopped with the late night visits... but then she had thought those visits were all about her... not something that Buffy cared for... and when her and Buffy had fallen out... well she didn't think the blonde slayer would be so appreciative of them anymore.
"Nothing Faith... it means nothing ok?"
"So can I come in?"
"You gonna pound on me?"
"I said I didn't come here to fight!" Was Buffy even listening to her?
"But fighting's what we do Faith... it's what we're good at... why do ya think we end up in this situation so often huh?"
"Well mostly I'd say because you're difficult... and confusing... and often cranky... oh and did I mention confusing?" She flashed a shit eating grin Buffy's way, she was determined to sort this out, she wouldn't allow it to disintegrate into another slanging match.
"Please don't tell me you're making jokes Faith... and I wasn't looking for an answer there ok..."
"Yeah well maybe that's where you're going wrong... this isn't just about you B... is it?"
"Your meaning?"
"Well I seem to remember my name getting thrown around an awful lot down there... and that's got me thinking... and to tell ya the truth B, I'm stumped." She considered again all the words that Kennedy had tossed Buffy's way.
"The way I see it B... I don't have a clue what all this is about... and Kennedy... well she's probably looking for a bed in the infirmary just now... so it looks like it's down to you to tell me what the hell is going on."
"Don't ya wanna go find Kennedy... kiss it all better?"
Buffy couldn't help herself. She was being asked outright what was going on and she was terrified. All she wanted was to sort things out with Faith... but she was going about it all the wrong way.
"You're driving me crazy, ya know that yeah B?" She approached the bed with caution and sat down on the end, facing her soon to be opponent.
"If I wanted to find Ken, I would be finding her... I want to sort this out... this is what's important... seriously Buffy... I'm going mad here... and me going mad... not a pretty picture remember?"
That made the smaller girl chuckle. Mad Faith was certainly not much fun.
The sincerity in her voice had touched her as well.
"I'm sorry Faith... I guess, well I guess it's all just messed up..."
"But what's messed up... why B? I hate this ya know... all I want is our friendship... and yet every other day it seems to go to shit... and I don't know why."
How could Buffy ever declare her love to a girl that was sitting there saying she wanted her friendship? It was a truly ridiculous situation.
"It's not you Faith... it's me ok?... I've just been a bit all over the place lately, and maybe I've took it out on you... I'm sorry... I want our friendship too... more then anything." She could feel tears rising in the back of her throat and she was determined not to let them spill.
"What we said... that first night sparring... I meant all of that ok?... anything since... feel free to ignore... you do make me better Faith... and all this... this is just shit."
The dark girl crawled up the bed and took Buffy in her arms, she really couldn't understand why she was so emotional... yeah it was crap that they hadn't been getting along... but surely Buffy knew how much she meant to her.
"Hey you... less with the upset ok."
She ignored the fact that her arms were wrapped around Buffy. She ignored the fact that she could, if she chose to, run her tongue in a perfect line up Buffy's neck. She ignored the fact that the strength of hug was now crushing her breasts against the smaller girls, pressing their hearts into almost intimate contact.
"So we're friends again yeah?"
She had to laugh at Buffy's whispered question... in her mind they had just been getting to the lovers part... but yeah she would take friends.
"You got it B..." she disentangled herself from the too close hug and rose from the bed.
"...but just so you know..."
Buffy was upset at the loss of contact but let it go... she could hardly demand that Faith hold her in her arms all day... just in the name of friendship.
"What's that Faith?"
"The Final... I'm not gonna go easy on ya just because you're all emotional girl... cos really I've seen that kinda ploy before... once I got in a real close call with a vamp girl that was sobbing on my shoulder... I'm wised up now."
"Oooh Faith you attract all the best girls."
"Funny B... funny."
"I try... and just so you know..."
Faith smiled a full on grin, she knew what was coming... Buffy was about to get all competitive regarding the fight. This was more like it... the way it should be.
"What ya got to say B?"
"The final... I don't want ya to go easy on me ok?... cos everything you got... you know I can handle it right?"
"Ya think so?... I got lots of new skills B... I learnt some stuff in that women's prison... and I gotta say... I'm a little worried for ya." She winked down at the girl still lying on the bed... oh yeah she had some new skills... skills that she was dying to try out on the reclining Buffy... but no, this was about the fighting.
"I thought you said you spent most of your time in the library or gym Faith... so what ya gonna do... read me a story or dazzle me with your ability to bench press... not that I'm saying they're not `wicked skills'... but do ya really think I've gotta be scared of that?"
"Just wait and see ok... just wait and see."
Faith had a plan. At the moment it was just about making an appearance in the back of her mind. Not much more then a back up plan. But it was still there... a way that if it came to it, would be sure to give her the victory she so craved over Buffy.
Buffy was unaware of the scheming going on not a foot away from her. She was wondering about what other kinds of skills faith might possess. She knew she shouldn't be thinking like this... especially so soon before she was due to get all hot and sweaty with the girl in question... but she couldn't help it. She had just been in Faith's arms, and now they were having they trademark banter which always made her feel particularly close to the younger girl.
"I'm gonna go yeah B?... see ya outside in twenty?"
"Ya better go get some last minute training in Faith... I don't wanna embarrass you in front of all your little potentials..."
"Really not gonna be an issue Blondie."
"Let's hope so for your sake..."
"I know so B."
And with that she left the room.
She passed Willow and Tara on the stairs.
"It's all right guys... I didn't kill her." She winked at them as she sauntered by,
"Ya may need to be gentle with her though... I gave her quite the work out... dunno know if she's gonna make the final."
"Huh?"
She didn't stop to elaborate, she didn't need to. The girls knew what she meant.
She was still feeling a bit wound up and needed to loosen up before the fight. So many things she hadn't said to Buffy. So many things that were becoming clear in her mind, but that she hadn't found the words to voice.
Buffy Summers wanted her.
Who would've ever believed it?
She believed it now though... and she was gonna use that knowledge to win this little fight they had coming. She remembered her first watcher always telling her that one of the most important lessons to learn, was to know what weapons to bring to what fight. She knew what weapons she needed.
Buffy Summers would not know what had hit her.
Pov None.
The `Champion of Champions'
It had started out as a simple idea, in the mind of a far from simple man, to give the potentials in his charge, and indeed the slayers an extra level of battle training and combat awareness.
When the idea had passed to Dawn, it gained it's playful name... something to add a true air of competition to the proceedings.
With Willow came the funny little colour stickers for each competitor, and an overall chart of statistics and graphs, illustrating each girls performance.
Xander had been the man who had fashioned the ring... given the people an arena in which to do battle.
The potentials had brought with them determination, guts and a true desire to fight... some had even brought with them a few acerbic comments, landing strikes in the most surprising of places.
None of it would've meant anything though if it wasn't for the two women facing off against each other now. Their faces were set in steely masks of concentration... both intensely focused on the duel that was to come.
They were both beautiful as they stood waiting for the fight to begin. The oldest girl the lightest of the two, dressed in a cut off vest and training shorts, the white of the vest complementing the gentle tan of her skin. The younger girl had chosen red as the colour of her vest... the perfect colour to bring out the danger in her eyes and off set the darkness off her hair. It would almost be a shame to see them fight each other, to see them mark what could be described as visions of perfection. It wasn't a shame though. Because when they fought, that's when their real beauty was truly apparent.
It began like all other fights, with tentative steps forward, a slow greeting between opponents looking for the early way in. The wide punches thrown to deceive, to appear less able then they were. A ballet of steps danced round the ring, punctuated only by the graceful kicks that flew through the air, again testing range and the agreeability of muscles to perform as desired.
None of the build up was necessary here though. This wasn't about a choreographed routine of exchanged blows. This was about two slayers battling for supremacy. It was also about two slayers that wanted to fuck. It may have appeared to a spectator that it was still a beautiful contest... but really... it was a down and dirty cat fight.
"So where's the new skills then Faith...? You're looking pretty old school from where I'm standing."
The young girl chose that moment to execute the perfect flip over her smaller opponent, dropping on landing to sweep her right off her feet... it was a simple move, only made more, by the comment it followed.
She couldn't resist a quick laugh at the blondes expense.
"So you want a hand up there B?"
"I think I can manage fine..." she flipped herself back to her feet, and in seconds had reversed the previous position,
"... and it looks like you're the one needing the hand Faith."
The dark haired girl conceded and placed her hand out to Buffy to obtain a pull up, at the last second, putting all her weight behind the pull, trying to displace her opponent again. Unfortunately for her, it was an expected move, so when she pulled, Buffy pulled harder and she was yanked to her feet much sooner then she was expecting.
The older girl pushed home her advantage, immediately firing a torrent of side kicks into Faith's exposed abdomen, all the while keeping her standing with the grasp on her hand.
It wasn't anything that Faith couldn't handle with ease, and she took the kicks well, waiting for the perfect moment to catch Buffy's leg against her body. They were effectively trapped now, one holding onto a hand, whilst the other had taken possession of a leg.
"So B...? You done with the foreplay... cos I'm itching to get dirty with ya."
"Oh I don't know Faith..." she motioned to the joined hands between them,
"I'm kinda liking this touchy feely getting to know each other phase."
"Always the romantic B... seems a shame to disappoint ya."
"Well then... don't."
No sooner had the words left the vicinity of her mouth, then Faith elbow was there, she had released her leg and almost at the same moment, brought her arm into Buffy's face. It was a blow Buffy wasn't expecting and it had hurt like hell. She had of course released her hold on Faith, instead using her hands to inspect the damage done to her face.
"That hurt Faith."
"No shit B... my elbow's wicked sore."
"Ya know you're gonna pay for that right?"
"Oh I hope so." She winked a typical wink at Buffy, she knew that the older girl was more then aware that fighting made her hot... and the promise of a hard fight... it got her almost as hot as the promise of a hard fuck.
The fight now moved to a period of lightening fast punches and kicks, all exchanged from an almost stationary position... this was the rhythm the two girls had found on their return to sparring together, and it was easy to settle in the same place again.
It was a truly awesome sight for the potentials to behold. They had seen the slayers train, they had seen them fight vamps, they had seen them save lives... but none of them had ever seen the power of the slayer released like this. They had forgotten to cheer for their favoured of the two girls... they were almost dumbstruck by what they were seeing... most of them were only now just beginning to comprehend what being the slayer was. It was certainly breathtaking.
Giles was also entranced by the performance being put on by the women in front of him, he had a deep sense of pride, as for all intents and purposes, these were his slayers. Buffy had always been his charge, coming back to him even after death. But Faith... she had come back from somewhere almost as hard to return from, and he was immensely proud of the woman she had become. He had taken the journey with her, through her long days of confinement... and seeing her now, in all her glory, he was eternally grateful that he had replied to that first pitiful letter she had sent to him, with her plaintive desire to make amends.
The scoobies were the least over awed by the contest. They had known the girls more then anyone... had the most knowledge of the connection that lay between the presently warring factions... and to them... seeing the girls move with such synchronised awareness... it was nothing more then the most natural thing in the world. Sure it was neat to watch... but it was far from unexpected.
The battle, unfortunately, couldn't remain at the present level it occupied. Sure these girls were slayers, but that did not mean they were not human, and along with being human comes the ability to tire. And both girls were tiring.
"You're starting to drop your right B... that an invitation... or you just teasing?"
"Why don't you find out F...? Care to come a little closer?"
"Promise not to bite?"
"Not too hard..." The heat of the battle was starting to raise the heat of desire, already flowing through Buffy's veins... more and more she was concentrating on the deeper meaning behind the banter... rather then the direction of incoming attacks.
"Ok B... now I know you're just teasing..."
"Ya not gonna know till ya try..."
That was just too much invitation for the dark haired slayer, she waited for the drop of the right again, and launched a quick fired attack at Buffy's unprotected side. It landed perfectly and she followed up with a quick pin.
She pushed her body hard into Buffy, trying to keep her down for the required five count, but the older girl was no way giving up that easily. She knew there was the ultimate possibility that she could lose this fight, Faith was after all her complete equal in battle, but there was no way that she would go down without giving every last ounce she had to give. And that certainly wasn't yet.
The trading of blows became less and less, as each girl fought for the breath to keep them standing. They were circling each other again... looking for that elusive opening, that one chance to land a telling blow, to steal the last bit of energy from their opponents body. It was not forthcoming though. Each girl carried an equal abundance of grit and determination.
The spectators were no longer watching with awe at the beauty of the contest. Now it was amazement at how long the warriors had fought. It seemed that no one should still be standing after such a lengthy and hard battle... but both of these girls were still stood tall.
They were coming in closer to each other now. Having seemingly realised that there was no knockout blow to be had. Now it became a question of trying to execute throws. Grasping for purchase on the others smooth skin. Finding places for hands to gain some form of leverage. Anything to take the other girl down.
Buffy was the one that found the hold she was looking for. Her hands gliding across sweat soaked skin till they came to rest in the desired position. She summoned up all of her strength to hoist the girl over her shoulder and hopefully out of the ring.
At the moment of release, Faith slipped her leg around the other girls, preventing the throw, but not the tumble. Together they fell to the ground, and together they fell out of bounds. Both of them scrambling to be the first to return, as if that could influence the result.
No one quite knew what to do... was it a draw?
Giles in his officialdom made his way to the ring, although not quite knowing what to do when he got there.
"Um well... it seems we have a rather unforeseen event here... we didn't have rules for this... so I am going to have to ask the slayers..."
He looked down at both of the panting girls, each of them seemingly oblivious to the events around them.
"...do you want to carry on, or shall we settle this now with a draw and shared championship?"
Buffy was beat... but she wasn't dead. And there wasn't any other way she was leaving this fight... no way. She wanted to win. And she was going to win.
Faith was getting excited. There was no way this was ending now... and certainly not in no draw. She had a plan... and it was almost time to put the plan into operation. She had to wait until buffy was tiring... this was a plan for a finishing move afterall... not some fancy, middle of the fight nonsense. Nope. This was a move that was gonna end the battle.
Last one standing.
Both the girls looked at each other. They acknowledged the lack of submission. They regained there battle stances.
"Count us in G... this ain't even nearly over."
"My sentiments exactly... Giles?"
"Uh... ok right... resume then please." He was astounded that they had decided to continue... he didn't honestly know how much each girl had left to give.
The slayers stalked each other with none of their earlier poise or grace... this was almost survival now... not caring about putting on a show... just caring about the final five count.
"You tired yet B?"
"You my doctor Faith?"
"Just wondering if you fancied a lay down... some on the floor action?"
"Is that an offer...?"
"More like a promise B"
They wrestled to the ground in an ever changing show of superiority... neither girl having the chance to obtain the time needed for a pin. Becoming more and more frustrated as the rolling continued.
They sprang apart again to continue their banter... and regain their breath.
"Ya know B... all this wrestling... you're making me kinda horny..."
"Everything makes you horny Faith..."
Faith openly surveyed the body of the older slayer, allowing her eyes to rest on her heaving breasts... studying the way they rose and fell beneath the cropped white vest... letting her gaze drop to the junction between her thighs, raising her eyebrow as she silently wondered at what lay beneath the shorts. Finally dragging her focus back to the eyes of the girl before her...
"Nothing makes me horny like you do B."
She saw the shock register on Buffy's face. Before the shock she caught the rapid dilation of the girls pupils. That was the sign she was looking for. The go ahead for the plan.
Buffy's head was spinning. Had she even heard what she thought she had heard... or had she heard what she wanted to hear. She had caught the looks though, had felt the red hot trail that burned her skin as faith's eyes had devoured her. What the hell was going on?
She had been confident that she could win this final portion of the battle. Had felt Faith weakening beneath her. But now...? Now she was losing resolve. If faith so much as touched her whilst looking at her that way... well, she would beg her to lay her on the ground and pin her.
No one was unaware of the shift in atmosphere. The electricity in the air was enough to make hair stand on end... goose bumps rise. Everyone's focus was held prisoner by what was happening in front of them... they couldn't have turned their gaze away if they had wanted to.
Faith sized up Buffy for what would be the final time. Allowing again the appreciative wander of eyes over flesh.
"I've really enjoyed this B... but ya know what...?"
"What's that Faith?"
"...I'm gonna enjoy this part so much more."
Confusion was the look registered on Buffy's face as the younger girl launched her final attack.
"Huh?"
The next thing she knew, she was flat out on the floor with Faith sliding up her body. Each point of contact changing as she continued her assent. She barely registered as Faith employed the pin.
Didn't hear as willow began the count...
"One!"
Faith's groin finally reached it's desired destination... pressing hard in to it's counterpart, pinning Buffy to the floor with the sweetest of sensations...
"Two!"
She could feel the breath hot in her ear as Faith brought her head down to whisper long awaited words...
"Three!"
"I want you B..."
"Four!"
And then lips were on her lips. A tongue was pushing for entry into her mouth. And she gave entry. She couldn't have done anything else.
Where their bodies had ceased to battle, their tongues now began. Sliding against each other... looking for superiority.
"Five!"
Neither girl heard the count. Time and it's rules had become unimportant. Here and now was everything.
"Uh... Six!"
Willow was flummoxed... should she keep counting... cos watching... that was a suitable option...
"Holy mother of Zeus!" Xander couldn't contain himself anymore... this was... this was... WOW!
Xander's words broke the girls from their kiss.
Faith awkwardly climbed off Buffy, offering a hand out to the other girl... but not quite meeting her eyes.
She wanted to feel guilty for her use of dirty tactics... but god what a kiss. She had lost herself for a second... and Faith had never lost herself... she was always in control... but... but god what a kiss!
"Faith...?"
She looked down at Buffy and fought the temptation to dive straight back on...
"What's up B?"
"Uh... what... uh... why...?" She couldn't form the words that she needed to say... she wasn't even sure that there was words. She was still in a fuzzy place courtesy of faith's lips... and the brain... well that was no where to be found.
Giles looked at Willow and shrugged his shoulders.
"Should I... do you think it would be appropriate to announce the winner?" He was slightly flustered by the display of lust that he had witnessed... and as for Faith's tactics... slightly dubious. He was also just a little bit impressed at her ingenuity. Pure genius. He would never admit that though. Well not to Buffy.
Willow just shrugged back.
"I guess...?" She was feeling the need to jump her girlfriend some time real soon. Oh yes.
The two girls looked up as Giles entered the ring again...
"Well then I must say a truly well fought contest..."
All eyes were now on him... awaiting the announcement...
"... the potentials all performed above themselves and should be proud of both themselves and of each other..."
A round of applause went up from all the spectators.
"... but to the final Battle and the winner of the inaugural `Champion of Champions' tournament..."
All eyes now turned to Faith... this was what she had wanted... what she had played for... and now it was hers... she had finally beaten Buffy Summers.
"... ladies and uh Xander... I give you... Faith!"
The cheers went up straight away... if a potential couldn't win, then Faith was the next best thing. And the way in which she won... that had gained her some higher level of respect, if that was even possible.
The only potential not outright cheering was Kennedy.
Faith took her place next to Giles and accepted the rather dubious looking trophy made out of something resembling tin foil. What the trophy was supposed to resemble she wasn't sure. It looked like an erect penis. She was betting Xander made the trophy.
She tried to walk away uninterrupted but the cries for `speech' went up straight away. Damn she hated speeches... that was B's thing.
"Uh... guys... what can I say?... That was wicked fun..."
A few snickers were raised at that.
"... really... I enjoyed every moment... hope you all enjoyed the show!"
That was all they were getting. She had her trophy... she was done.
The sun was starting to set over the streamers and two balloons that adorned the Summer's family backyard. The last of it's rays illuminating the banner which still floated in the soft breeze. This was not a time for leisurely celebration. This was a time when Vamps came out to play.
Buffy approached her sister slayer as the last of the potentials tore themselves away from giving their congratulations. It seemed as though Faith's fan club was growing more amouruous with every passing day.
"Hey."
"Hey B."
"So you won then."
"That I did B."
"And was it all about the winning?" She had to know.
Faith held up her rather strange looking shiny thing...
"You think it was worth it B?"
She didn't know how to take that answer. What kind of person answers questions with questions?
"Are we gonna talk about this?"
"About my shiny foily thing?..." She didn't know if she was stalling for time... or just being her.
"... cos I'm thinking it's just a poor excuse for a dildo... why?... you wanna borrow it?"
Buffy could feel her frustration rising...
"For god's sake Faith... will you talk to me straight... just once... tell me what's going on?"
Faith turned from Buffy and replaced the `trophy' on the table... she picked up a stake, threw it in the air and caught it with a twirl.
She pointed up to the now dusky sky.
"Right now B... I'm going slaying..."
And with that she turned and left the garden.
Buffy couldn't form a response or a question... or anything. She stood alone in the garden, watching as each different star came out to play. She shivered as an unwelcome breeze ran it's hands down her body. Seemingly reaching to dip beneath her skin.
She stood alone and watched Faith's figure as it shrank further and further away. She waited for the turn that never came. The acknowledgement that she was craving.
As the breeze blew again, she cradled her own body and turned to go inside.There was definitely an unwelcome chill in the air.
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