Story Title – Working It Out
Chapter – 1 – The Kid
Author – JustSkipIt
Pairing – Willow/Tara, Faith/Dawn
Feedback – Yes, please
Spoilers – None
Rating – NC-17
Disclaimer – Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own Willow, Tara, and the Buffyverse and Angelverse and all characters and locations from those universes. No copyright infringement is meant by this fic and I will not make any money from it.
Note - This fic is kind of both a Willow/Tara and a Faith/Dawn fic. It requires both and they both will have some challenges.
Note 2 - I’ve played around a bit with ages here. Faith is Faith aged and Dawn is a senior in high school in Season 7. Kind of had to, you know?
Note 3 – This first update, and probably the first two or three, is definitely F/D centered. We’ll get to the W/T angst. Oh did I say that? I mean W/T goodness pretty soon but we’ve got to move a little to get there.
Note 4 – Parts of this fic take place at Angel’s hotel (the Hyperion?). I didn’t watch Angel. Except the episodes Faith was on in Season 4(?), I’ve never seen an entire episode. I’m making some assumptions regarding the hotel, whether it can house some folks, etc. If I’m off, sorry about that.
Note 5 – Thanks, Xita and the other moderators.
Note 6 – Let’s say you didn’t watch Season 7 but now you want to read this fic. Here’s a rundown of what you need to know. All over the world there are hundreds, perhaps thousands of “potential slayers.” When a Slayer dies, one of them is called. Some are found and trained before they are ever called (Kendra was) (and most are never called). Some aren’t (Buffy wasn’t found and trained). The big bad for the season is the “First Evil” (first seen in season 3’s Amends). He/she/it is incorporeal and is made up of all the bad in the world. He can appear as anyone who has died (note “has died” so that includes Buffy and Spike as well as Joyce, Warren, etc.). He has some fully corporeal and quite deadly agents “the Bringers” who are out killing all the potentials they can so that they can finish off the potentials, then Buffy, then Faith and voila: no more Slayers. Side note: Spike has his soul and is quite tortured. Willow is also quite tortured as is Anya who became a vengeance demon then stopped. The BB is raising an army of ubervamps under the new high school (on the hellmouth of course). Oh, yeah the Watchers Council is blown up but Giles arrives with a few books and some Potentials who begin to kind of gather at Revelo Drive.
Meanwhile over on Angel, Angel loses his soul through some stupid plan and when Wesley comes to explain it to Faith, she breaks herself out of prison and saves Angel’s stupid ass (I think it was a 5 episode arc). Willow crosses over there and brings Faith back to Sunnydale (and BtVS) with her. She’s relatively reformed. Buffy gets some sword-in-the-stone type sword/axe thing (TWoP calls it Axecalliber) that somehow carries the power of the Slayer line. In the final episode, the potentials and Faith and Buffy all go down in the basement and cut their hands (the “seal” requires blood to open). Meanwhile, Willow performs a totally powerful spell to turn all Potential Slayers everywhere into active Slayers. Her hair turns white = she’s a Goddess. Upstairs the hallways are defended by “normal” people: Xander and Dawn paired (he lost an eye to the First’s agent), Anya and Andrew, Robin Wood (the new hottie high school principal who is also the son of the Slayer Spike killed in the season 5 flashback) and Giles. The Slayers fight. Some die. Some live. Spike puts on some necklace and sunlight is kind of passed through him to destroy the remaining Ubervamps as the Slayers retreat. Anya is killed, Wood is stabbed. Some other new Slayers die. Everyone else gets out. Buffy has to run on top of buildings carrying Axecalliber until she jumps onto the school bus (nice stunt…). Sunnydale falls in as the Bus drives past the city limits.
Chapter 1 – The Kid
Tara floated. Floated and floated. She felt no pain. No tiredness. She didn’t actually feel. She just was. And had been and would be. She felt joy or was it nothing? No pain but no … Part of her wanted to remember someone. And someone. A life or was it more than that? But there was no memory and no thought. Occasionally a prayer or thought or pained expression pierced her float and for a moment she was powerfully aware. But mostly she floated. And once, she was so much more. So much greater and stronger than she had been knew she could be.
And she floated.
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Shit, shit, shit Faith thought as she took another swig of her beer. She looked around the garden and shook her head. She was just here yesterday it seemed like. Ok, it was a few weeks give or take; it was all running together at this point. Earlier some of the junior slayers had been hanging out, telling jokes, playing music, dancing but they’d eventually all drifted off somewhere and she was left with a bucket of beer growing warmer and an unobstructed view of the stars. She was grateful that Angel was elsewhere but wondered how long it would be until Wesley wandered out to have a heart to heart or whatever.
She was going to miss the stars more than anything.
The others? The adults? Who knew where the “Scoobies” had hunkered down. They certainly hadn’t invited her to their soirée which couldn’t possibly seem like a big surprise. They hadn’t really wanted her along years ago and now wasn’t a big change. No. They needed her and called her to join them when she’d finished saving Angel’s evil-again ass but once she’d done her bit with the sword of Slayeryness or whatever it was called, she was just left out again. Shit, the only one who had ever really made her feel welcome, wanted, a part of things was the kid. And that was something Faith was not going to think about tonight.
Nope. Tonight is about being shocked that we’re all still here. Still here. We fought ultimate evil and turned it off. Damn. She finished off the beer and stretched her arms, feeling the soreness there. And damn again because if she used to get H&H fighting a few vamps, this ubervamp situation and killing off the entire bunch of them made her feel like she was going to explode.
And again, that’s not something we’re thinking about tonight. Because it’s just… And there is no way that she thought she’d live through the day. Hell, none of them thought it.
[blockquote]Faith took another puff off her cigarette. "Never smoke in bed." That's what all those commercials, public fucking service announcements, said. But then they didn't really want you to smoke at all did they? Getting cancer and your teeth rotting and dying early and all that shit? Which hardly seems like a reasonable concern at this point. She let another smoke circle drift toward the ceiling. Figures, I finally get my smoking skills down and tomorrow is the fucking apocalypse. And she was feeling kind of pent up after her quick patrol. Not that there was much to kill in town but she found a few lesser demons all hopped up on the hellmouth's crazy and ripped their heads or hearts or whatever they had off. One of them had two heads or maybe the second one was something else. She shivered involuntarily and took another puff off her cigarette.
And the movie theater had plenty of crappy movie-time candy left like Mike and Ikes and licorice ropes and boxes of M&Ms so she had some of those and wasn't hungry anymore. And she could probably head back to get another shipment of Wood but he hadn't really rocked her socks so …
So here I am. The day before I die, lying in bed, blowing smoke rings and trying to decide if I want to work up some fantasy and give myself a happy or just lie here blowing smoke rings. She closed her eyes and tried out a little scenario having something to do with some of the potentials but it just wouldn't quite come. Maybe this was going to be like those nights in prison with her cellmate snoring so loudly that she couldn't get away to her own head.
She lit another cigarette and was setting down the lighter when she heard a light knock on the door. "Who is it? The world ends tomorrow and I'm trying to get some beauty sleep!" She wasn't in a mood to socialize.
The door creaked open just slightly. "Faith?"
Faith raised her head just enough to see who was speaking. "What's up, kid? Apocalypse coming early?"
"Can I come in?"
"Why the fuck not? I'm not sleeping and I don't have anything better to do." She plumped up her pillows and sat up in bed.
Dawn took a few steps into the room and then stopped kind of nervous looking. "Oh, you were…" She motioned toward the sheet.
"Naw. I'm wearing boxers under here. An old habit, you know?" She let another smoke ring drift up and looked the teenager up and down for a minute. The truth was, and she wasn't about to tell any-fucking-one was that Dawn looked good. No better than good. This kid was not the little follow-us-around thing who loved Britney Spears and N-Sync the last time Faith had been around. The last time before Faith held she and Joyce at knifepoint that is. The kid was wearing a robe and Faith couldn't tell what was under it, maybe Squarebob Spongepants pajamas. She seemed the type.
Dawn sat down tentatively on the edge of the bed. "Everyone else is…"
"Fucking?" Faith regretted the word when Dawn flinched as it came out of her mouth. "Sorry."
Dawn shrugged. "No. I mean I don't know what they're all doing. Willow's like locked in her room studying and studying and muttering about ending the world and losing control. Buffy's with Spike. Half the potentials are sleeping and the other half are obsessing. And the geeks are playing D&D."
"You didn't want to play?"
"Thanks, Faith." Dawn laughed and rolled her eyes.
"So what, I'm the only loser with no one in my room and you felt sorry for me?"
Dawn studied the brunette slayer for longer than Faith was comfortable and she found herself looking away. "Can I lie down?"
Faith stubbed out her cigarette and leaned over the bed to grab two bottles of water, holding one out to her visitor. She motioned to the empty side of the bed. "Make yourself at home, kid."
Dawn took the bottle and set it on the bedside table before unbuttoning her robe and pulling it off and draping it over the chair in the corner. She turned back and walked, quite unselfconsciously toward the bed and lay down on top of the covers on her side before remembering the bottle and rolling back toward the table to get it. After she'd taken a drink, she lay on her side facing Faith.
The slayer, meanwhile, was gulping water as she attempted not to gawk at the teenaged girl. No. She was not the kid who followed them around years ago. She was a woman. W-O-M-A-N. And there was no doubting it through the silky floor length nightie she was wearing. Faith wondered if it had belonged to Joyce or maybe Red's girl because it was a little too big for her thin visitor but she had no complaints.
Fuck.
Another sip didn't really help and she wondered if she should just pour the bottle on her head. Or maybe Dawn's? No. Did she really think that? Not good. Not good at all.
Faith Lehane, she thought sternly that is Buffy's little sister. Little being the key word here. Buffy being the other key word. Maybe Slayer should be a key word too like Buffy the Slayer will kill you if you lay a hand on her kid sister.
"Are you listening to me? Earth to Faith."
Faith looked up to see that Dawn was looking at her with a totally strange expression on her face—a little curious and a little pissed off. "Oh. Sorry. I got distracted." Faith uncharacteristically blushed and looked down at the bedspread hoping she didn't get distracted again.
"That's ok." Dawn looked like she was used to it. "No one listens to me."
"Hey. I'm listening. I'm well, I wasn't but I am now. What's up? Nervous about tomorrow?”
Dawn nodded her head. "Well yeah, since we're all going to die."
Faith reached out her hand to rub Dawn's shoulder and then thought better of it. "We're not going to die, kid." Dawn stared at her with a "oh yeah. Right" expression on her face. "Ok, we're all probably going to die."
Dawn shrugged and looked away. "The thing is that I had a lot of things I wanted to do before I die."
"Like what?"
"Well, I wanted to graduate from high school which I won't now. Visit the Eiffel Tower and the Great Wall of China. Go to Law School and work for women's Rights. Pet a tiger. Sky dive. Ride a bucking bronco. Win a Pulitzer Prize and an Oscar. The same year." Faith chuckled. "Learn to surf. Find a cure for cancer and the common cold and menstrual cramps. Have 3.4 children and teach them how to weave our own clothes from the hemp we grow in the back yard."
Faith just nodded. What could she possibly say to that shit? Heavy, you know?
Dawn turned toward her on her side. "And I was going to come pick you up when you got out of prison in a few years." Faith knew she had a surprised look on her face. "Take you somewhere for a good dinner. Steak and potatoes and cheesecake with strawberries and wine."
"I'm kind of more a beer girl."
Dawn ignored the interruption. "Then take you to the roof of a private building. The kind with a garden on top so we could smell the flowers and see the stars and make love with you all night long with no roof over our heads." She extended her hand and brushed the side of Faith's face.
"But now none of that is going to happen because we're all going to die tomorrow." Faith opened her mouth a few times to speak but couldn't really think what to say. "So now I just want you to fuck me, Faith." She took a breath. "I don't want to die without ever…"
The Slayer knew her eyes had popped at that last statement. "You're like sixteen." She took a deep breath. Good answer. No reason to be insane here. Just because this totally smokin bod girl is in your bed and … yeah. Good answer.
"I'm eighteen."
Faith tried to shrug off Dawn's hand subtly. And control her breathing which said hand was doing nothing to help as it moved to her neck and upper chest. "Buffy said you're seventeen."
Dawn leaned over so her mouth was very close to Faith's ear. "My birthday was the day that you led the assault and Xander lost his eye. For some reason no one made me a cake."
"Oh." Faith's voice was high pitched and she knew she hadn't been this spooked since she was fourteen years old or so. "Well, everyone was busy and …"
"Busy..." Dawn echoed as she laid her hand on Faith's stomach.
"I don't know that this is a …" Faith gently picked up the teenager's hand and moved it from her stomach. "You know, what with Buffy and the apocalypse…"
Dawn didn't wait for further answer but covered Faith's lips with her own. Faith felt the contact. Knew it was wrong. Wrong. And she really shouldn't … She should really push Dawn away. Stand up, move away. And not do this. At all. In spite of the fact that Dawn had moved closer and was pulling Faith toward her as they kissed, Dawn's tongue tracing Faith's lips and Faith opening her mouth to suck Dawn's tongue inside.
And the teenager was a very good kisser. Faith suddenly felt jealous wondering who had taught the girl to kiss so well. "Oh God. You're really good at that." The fact that Dawn's hand had somehow snaked up under her wife-beater and was cupping the underside of her breast really wasn't helping the Slayer put a stop to this insanity. She would just kind of push away, but gently. She put her hand on Dawn's hip and started to caress it through the silk. Her ass was smooth and hard. The ass of a very fit teenager. Faith rolled the girl onto her back, moving with her so that she could feel their bodies pressed together and heard the younger girl moan at the contact.
She pulled her lips away and looked at the girl, scratch that, the woman beneath her. Dawn's eyes were dilated, her lips reddened from kissing, her breath coming fast in shallow breaths and Faith nipped at her lips once again before beginning to kiss across her jaw and to her neck. Damn. Necks. She never liked to kiss a guy there with the stubble but girls? A woman's neck was so soft and you could feel the beat of her heart in your lips. And this woman? She smelled so sweet. Like she'd just showered with some fruity shower gel like every damn bathroom in this house was filled with. Faith's other hand began to trace a line up and down Dawn's side, brushing very gently the edge of her small breast.
Dawn's hands were cupping Faith's ass, pulling her closer into her center and kneading the flesh back there in a way that was making the Slayer lose all sense. Or start to lose all sense. "Dawn… wait… wait a minute…" She put her hands flat on then bed and pushed up as she tried to get her bearings.
Dawn's face began to redden and Faith could see that the girl was embarrassed. "Oh. I get it. I'm not…"
"Did you lock the door?"
"The door?"
Faith nodded her head and began tracing the outline of Dawn's nipple, dark and pebbled through the thin material with the tip of her index finger. "Yeah. You know. Door, lock, turn?"
Dawn took a deep breath, obviously enjoying the feel of Faith's fingers on her nipple. "I … I don't think so?"
Faith smiled sexily at the younger girl and leaned her head down to place a gentle kiss on her nipple through the material. When Dawn arched her back, Faith began to trace her tongue around over the hardening bumps. After a minute she removed her mouth. "Hold that thought…"
She slid slowly down Dawn's body, brushing her center with her cheek and inhaling deeply as she did so before kneeling up at her feet. Then, with Slayer grace, she hopped from the bed and crossed to the door in four steps. She locked it and thinking better of it, pushed the dresser a few inches in front of it. No reason to find out tonight that someone had a key to the door.
She turned back to the bed, shocked to see the silky nightie draped over her nightstand and Dawn under the sheets. "See, you're always thinking. That's why you'll make a good lawyer someday." She peeled off her top and tossed it to the teenager who batted it away and held out her arms.
Faith stopped at the foot of the bed. "Kid. Do you have any idea what you look like? I mean with the hubba hubba?" Dawn blushed again and Faith thought it was absolutely adorable. This kid had had so much shit in her life. Her mom and Tara and her lousy dad and from what Faith had gleaned some crazy bitch hellgod had kidnapped her just to get to Buffy or something a few years earlier. She crawled onto the bed and straddled the thin girl. "I'm … I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, Kid."
Dawn reached her hands up and cupped Faith's breasts, palming the nipples which began to turn hard immediately. She smiled at the Slayer. "I doubt that, Faith."
Faith moved her hands to return the exact same treatment on Dawn's smaller breasts. She had only been able to lick one through the material and not pay attention to the other at all. She lowered herself, noticing the wince of sadness Dawn made as Faith's breasts moved from her reach. She began placing light kisses all over the girl's chest. "You asked me to fuck you but I don't think so."
"Don't tease me, Faith."
Faith sucked the nearest nipple into her mouth. "I'm not teasing you, Kid. It's just that I don't want to fuck you." She moved to the other nipple and ran her hand down the girl's flat stomach. "I am going to make love to you."
Dawn arched up as Faith's fingertips brushed her curls. Faith could feel the younger girl's wetness on her hand and it was making her feel like swooning, something she'd never done no matter how badly a group of vampires had kicked her ass. Add to that the fact that she was amazingly wound up. Her night of demon fighting, lying in bed, and finally Dawn's visit had taken her to a level of frustration that was growing every moment. And Dawn's scent was doing nothing to lower it. But she wanted it to be good for the teenager. It was her first time after all. And if Faith was going to die tomorrow, another credit on the "good" side of the ledger might be something to work toward. Again her Slayer coordination came into play as she managed to peel off her boxer shorts and drop them over the side of the bed without ceasing her attention to her young lover for a moment.
She moved her fingers away from Dawn's center and began kissing the girl's mouth again in earnest. She didn't want to scare the teenager but she felt like she somehow couldn't get close enough. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a part that wasn't controlling her hand moving back and forth from one nipple to the other, or her hips thrusting forward to brush her center against Dawn's leg and Dawn's center against her own, or her tongue tracing each and every tooth, she knew that she'd been holding this back since she had arrived. She had noticed Dawn the first day. Noticed how she had matured. How tall and poised and incredibly hot the girl was. And had lectured herself every night to keep her fucking hands the fucking fuck off.
Each time her clit contacted Dawn's increasingly slick leg Fiath felt like she would explode any second. She didn't want to scare the girl but she knew that her climax was coming fast and hard and holding it back was going to just make it more intense when it did arrive. "Fuck!" She pulled her mouth away from Dawn's and moved her hips to relieve the pressure on her center and dived toward the younger girl's breasts, sucking one nipple deeply into her mouth. Her hand began its journey toward Dawn's wetness again as she switched to the other nipple. There was no doubt of the younger girl's excitement either. Even without Slayer scenting, Faith could have smelled her sex filling the room. But with her senses? She could hear the girl's heartbeat racing with her own, smell her juices leaking from her body, could hear the urgent moans being held back by the back of Dawn's own hand over her mouth.
"Faith."
Faith began kissing a trail down Dawn's body, under her breasts and down her flat stomach.
"Faith. Faith…" She shook her head as it became clear that Dawn was trying to get her attention and turned her face so that her cheek rested on the girl's stomach as she looked up at her with a questioning expression.
"Faith? I'm … nervous."
Faith ran the palm of her hand over the girl's legs. "It's ok, Kid. I won't hurt you."
"I know that." She bit her lip and Faith just wanted to gather her in her arms. Quickly she rose up the bed and wrapped her arms around Dawn as she waited for her to speak. "I'm really nervous." She smiled. "Could I … you know? Um … touch you first?"
Faith winked. Actually winked. Jesus, you're a fucking pushover. She flipped onto her back and teased the younger girl. "Well, only because you're so nervous. I guess I can let…"
Her last word, let, was kind of howled as Dawn wrapped her mouth surprisingly adeptly around one of Faith's nipples and ran her fingers along Faith's opening and over her clit. She began caressing the Slayer's wetness with what seemed like practiced ease and a knowing smile on her face. "You have to be quieter than that, sweetie."
"Quiet. Yes." This time the final word was a whimper as Dawn slid one finger into her opening. Faith grasped the younger girl's arm and tried to force herself to release it so that she wouldn't leave bruises but the feeling was just so intense. "More. More. Please." Dawn complied with the Slayer's request. "Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Jesus. God. Fuck. Damn."
Dawn seemed to enjoy teasing the Slayer as she thrust deeply a few times and then pulled her fingers almost out of Faith's wanting body. "Your language, young lady." She tsk, tsked a few times and used her fingertips to circle Faith's opening.
"Dear sweet girl of no bad language. Please, please, please. I need …" Faith thought this would be the end. She would die here. Actually die. She needed this so badly. This release. This… Whatever it would be. She wasn't sure she had ever needed anything like she needed Dawn's fingers deep inside her pussy and she wondered for a split second if the girl had cast some sort of spell over her.
Spell or not, Dawn was apparently satisfied by Faith's improved language. She added a third finger and slowly pressed the set into her lover's opening as Faith moaned a long, drawn-out, sound. "This is ok?"
Faith tried to speak. Tried to assure the younger girl but she couldn't form words so she nodded and grasped Dawn's wrist to keep it from pulling away. Her feet pressed against the bed and her hips began to buck up from the mattress. With every motion, it seemed she had to remind herself to release her grip on the girl's wrist for fear of leaving bruises or breaking a bone. She couldn't even imagine how the teenager knew to curl her fingers like that, hitting the soft spot inside just so but she was. Faith opened her eyes to see a look of absolute amazement and fascination on Dawn's face. Like she was seeing a miracle for the first time.
She reached her other hand up to pull Dawn down on top of her so she could kiss her again. And again. And again. Now the younger girl was pressing her legs apart and her body to the mattress and still thrusting her fingers inside and Faith could feel her climax building inside her. It had been building inside her for … moments, hours, years? Who knew but … And then Dawn brushed the heel of her hand across the Slayer's clit and Faith screamed into her mouth. She wrapped both arms around Dawn's back, the girl so thin, that they nearly came back to her own body as she shook and quivered with pleasure.
"Faith? Faith? Oh fuck! Faith!"
Faith opened her eyes to see Dawn looking down at her very worriedly. Her hands were on the Slayers cheeks which meant that neither of them was inside her which was very disappointing. Not that she needed any more. "Graaah," she finally managed to answer.
Dawn giggled and lay down on the older girl's chest, twirling the long hair draped across Faith's chest around her finger. "I was worried about you."
"Um…"
The teenager began to pepper kisses over her lover's breasts in a playful way.
Finally Faith realized what had happened. She had climaxed so hard she had passed out, an unusual but not unheard of occurrence. As she tried to gather her senses, she picked up Dawn's wrist gently and touched it all along both sides before passing her palms over the girl's back. "Did I hurt you?"
Dawn giggled again and nuzzled her nose into the Slayer's neck. "I um… " she blushed which Faith found unbelievable and adorable, "I didn't know that the muscles would be so… I mean mine aren't … when I…"
"I'm so sorry, kid. I should have warned you that I was ready for that." Faith began kissing Dawn's eyelids, cheeks, and chin.
Her right hand she traced down the teenager's body until she reached her curls, finding them soaked as she had suspected.
"Do you need to recover, Faith?"
Faith smiled and winked playfully before whispering in Dawn's ear. "Do you want to know a secret?" Dawn nodded and closed her eyes, showing a little of what she was feeling as Faith touched her teasingly gently. "Slayers don't need long to recover." She ran her fingertips along either side of Dawn's clit and was rewarded with a long string of profanity from the teenager.
"Now what happened to 'your language, young lady'?"
"Fuck that."
Faith laughed as she slid down Dawn's taut body, pulling her face even with the dark curls between the teenager's legs. "Now relax, kid." Dawn nodded and Faith ran her tongue the entire length of her opening, avoiding her clit.
"Oh holy God."
Her next words were quite more explicit as Faith unceremoniously sucked her clit into her mouth. The Slayer lifted one hand to run it over Dawn's mouth to remind her of the full house, a house to which she didn't think they should advertise their activities.
She released her suction on Dawn's clit and began to flick her tongue over it in every direction, allowing the girl's juices to cover her face as she moved her free hand to touch her opening. "Kid. Do you want me inside?" She still just wanted to give this girl as much pleasure as she could and didn't want to move too fast.
Dawn whimpered. "I think so."
Faith placed a gentle kiss on Dawn's clit as she slid one finger slowly inside the teenager. "Ok?"
"Oh Jesus Fucking Christ!"
"I'll take that as a yes," was the last thing Faith said before lowering her lips again to Dawn's sex and beginning a slow methodical ravaging of it. She kissed every spot, every millimeter, licked, sucked, twirled, all the while slowly pumping and curling her now two fingers inside the Dawn as the other girl writhed in pleasure.
Dawn made inarticulate sounds in the back of her throat and Faith knew she was close. She speeded up the movement of her fingers, still not plunging hard into her new lover, but faster now and again sucked her clit into her mouth. "Come for me, Kid," she whispered, her voice vibrating against the teenager's tiny bundle of nerves.
"F-a-i-t-h!" Dawn cried out as she climaxed powerfully, some small part of her mind grateful that Faith was strong enough to hold her as she bucked up from the bed and squeezed the older girl's fingers with her cunt.
Hearing her name, Faith slid up the bed and kissed the teenager as she continued coming, sliding her other arm around her to hold her tightly throughout her climax. "I'm going to pull my fingers out now, kid," she whispered when Dawn had stopped moving inside and out, a statement to which the teenager weakly nodded. "Come ere." She rolled onto her back and pulled Dawn against her chest, wrapping her arms around her.
For a few minute they simply lay in the afterglow. Then Faith smiled. "Where in the fuck did you learn that?"
Dawn chuckled. "Tara and Willow had some books and Willow had these bookmarks on her laptop which I borrowed to write some papers."
"Is that what we're calling it these days."
"Faith."
"I can't believe they lent you books like that. You're just a kid." Faith felt ironically indignant and protective over the teenager.
Again Dawn let out a long breath. "They didn't loan them to me. I … let's say found them when they were out a few times."
Faith kissed the top of Dawn's ear then whispered. "Do you think I should send Red a thank-you note?"
"Probably not the smartest idea, Faith."
"Good point, kid."
Dawn tried to get up onto her elbow, obviously still sated and tired from her orgasm. "We haven't done everything, Faith." She cast her eyes toward the triangle between the Slayer's legs. "I haven't even…" Unable to say it, she flicked her tongue out between her lips.
Faith laughed and hugged the teenager more tightly to her. "I think this is enough for now. And on the slim chance we don't die tomorrow, it gives us something else to do."
"Ok," Dawn agreed, already fading off to sleep. "Thanks for saying yes, Faith."
Faith kissed the top of the teenager's head, wondering if it was possible that she knew they were each having a first tonight. For Dawn, making love with someone. For Faith, spending the night. [/blockquote]
Faith closed her eyes and took another puff on her cigarette, not really noticing how she had decided she needed one just as her memory peaked.
Fuck.
“I thought you might be hungry.” Faith opened her eyes slowly and smiled as Dawn set down a pizza box. “Willow ordered, I don’t know, thirty or so pizzas but most of the new slayers kind of demolished them. I grabbed this one and I’ve been searching for you ever since.” As she spoke she handed the dark-haired Slayer two slices.
Faith took a big bite and pointed to the sky with the tip of the pizza. “The stars at night. They’re big and bright. Bum bum bum bum… Deep in the Heart of Texas.” She laughed as she took another bite.
Dawn laughed too. “How many beers have you had?”
Fatih shrugged at the teenager. “Enough to make up for you.” Dawn held out her hand in response to the challenge but Faith slowly shook her head. “No, kid. Just because I corrupted you last night doesn’t mean I’m going to give you a beer.” She winked and looked the teenager up and down very slowly in a way that made Dawn feel like she was being undressed once again.
Dawn reached around her into the bucket but came up with a water. “I prefer water anyway.” She leaned close and whispered in the Slayer’s ear. “And I’m pretty sure I corrupted you.”
Faith finished off her first two slices and grabbed another from the box, taking a bite and speaking around it. “Sweetheart, that boat sailed while you were in elementary school.” Dawn settled back into her chair and took a long drink of her water. For a few minutes the two women were quiet. Then Faith pointed at the sky again with her pizza. “I’m going to miss this, these stars more than anything.”
Dawn was very quiet. “That’s why the plan. Picking you up, steak and potatoes and cheesecake and then, you know…” She blushed red as she motioned toward the stars. “I knew you missed them more than anything.”
Faith snorted. “Well, taking a shit in private has a lot going in its favor too.” She thought for a moment. “I read something once: ‘You don’t have to be able to see the stars to know they’re there…’”
Her mouth dropped open as Dawn finished the poem: “Just like I don’t have to feel your hand to know how it would feel on my skin.”
“You read Buffy’s letter?” Faith’s shock was palpable, her indignation even more so.
Dawn handed the Slayer another slice and took a long drink on her bottle. “Buffy never wrote you a letter, Faith. She threw yours away.”
“No. That’s not true. I got a letter from her every Thursday for over two years.”
“And then she treated you like she’d never written a word of it when you arrived in Sunnydale two weeks ago?”
Faith’s face was a portrait of confusion, she knew. She knew that she wasn’t the smartest cookie in the box, and who ever said that cookies were supposed to be smart, but she’d always prided herself on her common sense. She slowly blinked. “You wrote the letters?”
Dawn nodded her head. “I’m sorry, Faith. I didn’t mean to trick you. It’s just that you sounded so lonely and well, sorry. The first time I just thought … you know… you’d feel better. And I kind of thought you’d not want to correspond with me. I mean, I was just a kid.”
“You’re still a just a kid.” Faith took another drink and then lit her cigarette. She was still trying to wrap her mind around this revelation. Now Dawn’s plan to take her out when she got out of prison seemed much more real. “Part of me wants to be really mad at you, kid. You tricked me and made a fool of me.” Dawn hung her head. “But you know what?”
“What?” The teenager’s voice was meek.
“I read those letters. 117 fucking letters every damn day. Some days they were the only thing that kept me from giving up. Knowing that there was someone who understood how much I regretted… well, things. And that it seemed like someone cared about me.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I mean not every letter every day because that’s a lot of words and …” She pointed at her head.
Both women sat in silence for a long time. “I bought a small safe like you keep important papers or whatever in and put it in my closet. It’s filled with your letters.” She started laughing. “So right now they’re totally safe at the bottom of the Hellmouth.”
Faith extended the pizza box toward her visitor. "Mine are in my cell, behind a brick so as soon as I go back to prison and get assigned to the same cell, I've got them." She laughed as well. "Did you eat kid? You're really skinny. I mean not that it doesn't look, well very fucking hot, but you should eat."
Dawn didn't really respond to the question. "You think I'm hot?"
Faith leaned over so that their mouths were almost touching. "That wasn't apparent last night?"
Dawn blushed and looked down at her hands. "I know you patrolled. Maybe you were just … you know?"
"Horny?"
Faith reached out and tipped the younger girl's chin up. "Well, I did patrol and I was horny." She shrugged. In for a dime, in for a dollar. "But I'd been watching you since I arrived." She winked. "And I don't come so fucking hard I lose consciousness for just anyone."
Dawn giggled. “So I guess I wasn’t a total geek.”
“Not a geek.” Faith looked the teenager up and down again and Dawn suddenly felt like they were actually having sex at that moment. Oh my.
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
Dawn sat back nodded. “Xander called.” Fearing that the injured Slayers wouldn’t make it to L.A., the bus had stopped at the first town safely outside Sunnydale. Xander and two healthy young slayers had stayed with Robin and the six injured slayers. “Robin’s still in surgery and so are two of the slayers. Two are out of surgery and in I.C.U. and the other two didn’t make it.” She was a little caught off guard when Faith crossed herself, then remembered some references to confession in Faith’s letters. She had always assumed it was just a figure of speech.
The silence stretched out between them and Dawn was just about to speak when Faith beat her to it. “You stayin with B?”
Dawn shrugged. “Willow’s starting to set up some command central situation in the ballroom and asked me to come help her. I’m not sure I’m sleeping tonight.”
Faith yawned. “I’ll be out before you get to the door.”
Dawn stood and stretched. “Good night, Faith.”
“Hey kid? Thanks for not dying today.”
Dawn smiled. “You too.”
but thats beside the point...
SWEET HEAVENS ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Deb I may can talk to you after I pick up my jaw from the floor. I am in a state of after glow and I need a fucking smoke woman that was Hot!!!! Sorry I can,t go on I have to go .......... for.............. shit think ............ oh I know I need to go to the store ya that,s it the store ................ 
] and I look forward to how you bring Tara back. And of course much kissage and / or more smutage!
Seriously, though, hot daaaamn! That was awesome. Absolutely sexy and tender at the same time...it's sweet that Dawn was in love with her for so long.
And thanks.
I love your sense of humor.
in “securing the “reserves” of the “blown up” watchers counsel.
