Fin – Thanks so much. I do a lot of writing at work in spare 2 minute blocks. They say it’s very bad for the brain to multi-task but I’m very much an addict. I’m glad you liked the Willow setting everything up. She’s integral for sure.
I totally agree that Dawn was too whiny on the show. I believe that they needed her for season 5 but then had no idea what to do with her or how to mature her. It was very sad and a waste of a good actress. Tara will be here soon. I promise.
Thank you.
Dax – Lol.
I say, after fulfilling her destiny as a Key at the end of season five, the writers let Dawn pretty much fall by the side, reducing her to a shoplifting teenager. If there was anything besides that, I didn’t notice it.
Yes, kind of exactly what I’m saying above but you say it better. They really had no idea what to do with her. I want to fix that somewhat.
Thanks.
BlackIndiaInk – Don’t worry about the detailed feedback. I’m glad you’ve liked it so far. Thanks.
Julia – Hello to you too. I know a lot of readers are waiting for the W/T and I promise it is coming.
I really think Buffy is such a stupid girl.
Show of hands for everyone who agrees? Yes? That’s a lot. I think that, more importantly, she’s an amazingly self-absorbed girl. But I think she’s willing to look at her own excuses and not really anyone else’s. I think that you hit on something about not wanting Dawn to spend time with Faith because she’s a Slayer. I think that a lot of Buffy’s issues with Faith go back to jealousy and not wanting to be extraneous. So it’s hard to see Dawn wanting to spend time with Faith. And yes, Faith is fantastic and did many good things.
Yes, that person doesn’t exist. Willow is completely single.
Lol. So now I need to send Slayers to Paris and Germany. Ok. I’ll make a list.
Thanks.
Gimpgirl – Thanks so much. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed them all. More coming soon.
mole – Lol. I don’t think you’re the only one with trepidation about Faith/Dawn. I’m glad it’s working for you.
You've done a great job of capturing Faith; she's such a multidimensional character; all that anger wrapped around an essential decent core of a young woman who just wants to be loved, to be accepted.
I think that’s very accurate. There’s a scene in BtVS and I can’t remember the episode where Faith is at the hotel alone, reading a magazine and she’s so alone and left out by the gang. It’s like they want her help when they want her and don’t otherwise and don’t really realize that she’s so left out. And her “watcher” doesn’t help things of course. And yes, Dawn was underused and mistreated by the writers so I’m trying to fix that a little. Thanks.
I’m also glad that Willow’s pain and suffering comes through here. I don’t want that to sound wrong but she’s just so hurt. You know?
Thanks so much for your comments.
woahnellie – Thanks so much. Yes, W/T soon.
Story Title – Working It Out
Chapter – 3 – The Visitor
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 - One more F/D centric update and then we get into W/T.
The two Slayers had a good but strange night, heading back to the hotel around midnight. Faith flexed her arm, still trying to work out the kinks from the fight the day before. “Not bad, B. I can’t believe you’re walking around today. You did get stabbed through the gut yesterday.” She smirked at the blonde. “Hell, I was in a coma eight months from the same thing and you jumped from the rooftop to the bus.”
Buffy sighed. “Is this how it’s going to be from now on, Faith? You bringing up the past every hour?”
Faith stopped and squared off in front of the blonde. “Oh, I’m sorry. You yelling at the kid in the middle of the lobby that I’m a killer isn’t from the past is it?”
Buffy sat down on the bus bench they were passing. “You are a killer.”
“I think the kid pointed out that half the people in your little club are killers too. The difference is that I went to prison for my crime.”
Buffy shocked the dark-haired Slayer as she actually seemed to think about it for a few minutes. “I can see that, Faith. And you seem different, more peaceful than you did.” She took a long breath. “But
please leave Dawn alone. You know how she was as a kid. I mean she idolized you and followed you around like a puppy-dog. She was crushed, absolutely crushed when … well when things went bad with you and I and you and she. Just leave her alone, ok? Don’t encourage her? Please.”
“Look, B. I hear you but she’s not a kid anymore you know. She’s a wicked intelligent woman and pretty damn mature too.” No wonder Dawn felt so ignored by her sister and all the scoobies. They just couldn’t see her for who she was now.
Buffy stood up and started walking toward the hotel again. “I’m not going to argue with you about Dawn anymore, Faith.”
“That’s a relief,” Faith muttered. She looked up to see that they had reached the hotel. “Hey B, it’s kind of early. I think I’ll …” She gestured over her shoulder with her thumb.
Buffy rolled her eyes. “Of course. Be safe.”
--
Dawn stirred when she heard the window creaking open. She felt pretty sure it wasn’t a vampire. They couldn’t get into her room anyway. Or could they? Could a vampire enter a hotel room? She didn’t own it. She would have to ask Willow or get the witch to set up a barrier.
“You just leave your window unlocked and cracked, kid? I could be a vampire or some other evil beastie.”
Dawn sat up with a grin and allowed the sheet to fall to the bed, displaying her upper body which was again clad in a silky nightie. “But it’s not a beastie.” She yawned. “Sorry. I waited a few minutes after Buffy came in but … I fell asleep.” Dawn looked down. “She said you were going to hit a nightclub and implied. Well, she wasn’t all that complimentary about what else you were doing to do. Also she said that Willow tried to get you to take some condoms and you refused and were rude.”
Faith grinned as she approached the bed and leaned over to kiss the teenager. “B makes assumptions, kid. I wasn’t really feeling a need for condoms.” She set down the plastic bag she’d brought with her on the nightstand and rubbed her arms. “Fourth floor? You couldn’t be on the second floor?”
Dawn giggled. “You’re a Slayer. You can’t climb up?”
“Just did,” Faith shot back. “I’m just not sure you want my arms all tired out.” When the kid blushed, Faith smirked back at her. She was finding herself quite intrigued by this woman. On one hand she was smokin hot and sexy, brilliant, and intelligent. On the other, she could seem so young and innocent in a way that Faith could never remember feeling. She kissed her again and this time lingered a bit, savoring the taste of toothpaste and cherry lip gloss on the teen’s lips. “You mind if I take a quick shower? Patrol was a bit… yuck.”
Dawn yawned exaggeratedly. “I’ll try to stay awake.”
Faith began stripping off her clothes where she stood. “I hope so.” She leaned over one more time to kiss her lover and then strode toward the bathroom. Just at the doorway she turned around. “And don’t look in the bag.”
Dawn faked a move for the bag but wasn’t serious.
Less than five minutes later Faith had emerged from the shower and came back into the bedroom toweling off her hair. “Much better. Not so stinky.”
“Why don’t I be the judge of that?” Dawn was looking the naked Slayer up and down with what could only reasonably be described as absolute, unadulterated lust.
Faith smirked as she picked up the bag and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I wasn’t out clubbing. I saw a grocery store eight or ten blocks from here and needed to make a stop.” Without further explanation she pulled a chocolate cake from the bag, on which Dawn could see the words
Happy Birthday in red frosting, and handed the teenager a plastic fork to match the one in her hand. She also pulled a small bottle of milk from the bag for each of them. “I was going to get candles but I didn’t want to set off the smoke alarm.”
Dawn smiled broadly as she looked back and forth between the cake and Faith. “You are really sweet, Faith.”
Faith waited for the teenager to take a bite before plunging her own fork into the cake and bringing up a big forkful. “For God’s sake, don’t let anyone else know.”
“Mmm. This is fantastic.” Dawn licked a dollop of frosting off her fingers, a motion which Faith felt relatively sure wasn’t calculated no matter how sexy it looked. “So how was patrol?”
Faith shook her head. “Weird and strange with a side of bizarre.”
“How so?”
Faith took another large bite and spoke around her chewing. “Ok. First off we run into a pack of vampire dogs.”
Dawn wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “They’re called hounds of hell. They’re bred and trained to protect places where demons live.” She shrugged. “Or unlive or whatever.”
“Right. Not these. Those are hounds of hell and they smell terrible. These? Vampire dogs as in long fangs, no reflection, tried to bite our necks.”
“No shit?”
“Yeah, we’re like wrestling the damn things to the ground and finally I decide to shove a stake through one’s heart. I mean it may be a hound of hell but you’d be surprised how many things that will kill. So I hit one. Poof! B sees me and starts doing the same. Poof, poof, poof…”
Dawn got a disgusted look on her face. “That means that some vampire bit a dog, drank its blood, and let it drink his. That’s really disgusting.”
“They weren’t even cute dogs either.”
Dawn laughed and set her fork down on the nightstand. “So what were these ugly vampire dogs guarding?”
“Nest of vamps. Killing them was easier than the dogs and but the dogs smelled better.” Faith continued enjoying the cake. She hadn’t eaten since dinner and was feeling the sugar racing through her veins.
Dawn lay down on her side with her head on her hand. “And what was the side of bizarre?”
Faith finally decided to take a break from the cake, setting in on the floor. She lay down facing the teenager. “You ever hear of a demon named Whistler?”
Dawn thought for a moment. “Short squirly-human-looking demon? Let me see. An immortal demon sent to balance out good and evil? Where was he for the last few months?”
Faith nodded his head. “Buffy asked him that too. After she got done tossing him against a wall. Seems they’ve met before. She ever mention that?”
Dawn shook her head. “She didn’t but I remember one time Willow read something about him during research and Buffy got up and left the room.”
Faith reached over and began to rub Dawn’s hip through the sheet. “Yeah so they have some history. He tells her that she wants to hear what he has to say. She says he has thirty seconds. He says that she did good in the fight against the first and she gets a wish. Seems our little B has 24 hours to wish for any damn thing she wants. One wish.”
Dawn thought about it. “She didn’t mention it. Maybe she’ll bring mom back.”
Faith shifted her hand to brush the fingertips along her lover’s jaw. “Or maybe she’ll make Angel human. Who knows with B?”
Dawn took Faith’s hand and kissed the palm. Then she thought for a moment. “What about your wish?”
Faith nodded her head and returned to stroking the other girl’s hip, moving in larger circles. “That’s what I said, yo. I was like, ‘hey Whistler. What about me? You know, saving the world, fighting the good fight?’”
Dawn began to run her fingertips along the older woman's chest, between her breasts, allowing them to come closer and closer to the soft flesh with each pass. "And he said..."
Faith slipped her hand under the hem of Dawn's slip, noting that it was much shorter than the one the kid had worn their first night together. She began running her palm over the girl's stomach noting how her breath hitched with each movement. "No wish for me." She snorted a little. "He said that I'm on my destiny path. That right now I have everything I'm ever supposed to want. Said, get this, that I hold the key in my heart even if I don't know it yet."
"You 'hold The Key in your heart?'"
Faith rolled her eyebrows. "Yeah. These prediction winks always give a bunch of shit that doesn't mean anything. I guess he's telling me to go find what makes me happy for myself or something. He said that's my love." She leaned forward to kiss Dawn's neck where the pulse was vibrating the skin at the base of her throat. "Kid, right now I can think of a few things that might make me happy." She made a mental note of the sound Dawn was making as she kissed and then sucked that tender spot.
Faith was quickly losing interest in Whistler and knew that the kid was as well but she wanted to finish. "But I guess he had his prediction hat on, the thing looked like shit, and he tells me that once I find my key, I'll ultimately have to fight to protect it."
"You'll have to protect your Key?" Dawn's voice sounded frustrated and a little scared and Faith knew that she was losing the mood.
"But that I'll have help." She saw the look of obvious disappointment in the teenager's eyes and then glanced away, having a wicked thought as her eyes lit on the cake. She slipped her fingers back under the silk and pulled it easily from Dawn's body. "Mmm. You know I'm still kind of hungry." She leaned over and dipped her finger in the icing and was moving it toward a newly bared nipple when the teenager grasped her wrist and pulled the finger toward her mouth, locking eyes as she wrapped her lips around it.
Faith moaned. She regretted it immediately. Shit, reactions like that were going to ...
Dawn reached her hand over and scooped up some more frosting. She extended only the tip of her finger toward the Slayer and let her lick some of the sweet goo from the end before pulling it away. "I think you've had enough for now." She lifted her finger in front of her face and seemed to study it. "Now what am I going to do with this?"
"Can I make a suggestion, kid?"
Dawn lowered her head so that she was giving a wicked sexy look at the other woman. "I don't want to have to get up and wash my hands and if I get it all over the sheets..." She moved the finger very near a nipple, which, conveniently and fascinatingly enough seemed to be hardening of its own accord. "I just have to put it somewhere..." She lightly brushed her fingertip across the tip of one nipple, then the other. "Now, that's just messy." She leaned her mouth down and swiped her tongue through the chocolate, making a "mmm" noise as she did. By the time she had cleaned both nipples the Slayer was breathing heavily and making a sort of clicking noise in the back of her throat, making Dawn feel pretty satisfied.
"Come here, kid." Faith shifted onto her back and pulled Dawn with her, bringing their lips together and tasting the chocolate on her lover's lips. Again, she thought about how good a kisser Dawn was. Actually she was a little disturbed about it. Not about the great kissing but about how much she seemed to be thinking about the kissing. She hadn't told Dawn about the time she had spent on her back fighting a vampire tonight after he'd caught her daydreaming
do you call daydreaming at night nightdreaming while she thought about the kid's kissing. About the curve of her bottom lip. And now she wanted...
Well obviously she wanted to fuck Dawn. And be fucked by her. Preferably a few times or at the same time or both.
But for now. She was just kissing and being kissed. And that was kind of new too. Allowing Dawn to kiss her and explore her mouth. Allowing the teen to really run her hands over her body and let her. To let the teen be on top. Not really, really, on top of course. No one could... That wasn't fucking happening. But this, this letting her do what she wanted and enjoying the way it made her feel?
Faith actually made a whimpering sound as Dawn moved her lips over her jaw and neck. She knew she should make an effort to switch places and take some control but what the teenager was doing with her hands felt so fucking good that she didn't want it to stop.
When Dawn sucked a nipple into her mouth while twisting the other in her fingertips, Faith told herself she would switch in one minute.
When the teen moved to the other Faith promised herself that she would just...
When she abandoned the Slayers breasts and began moving down her stomach, Faith thought maybe just a few more minutes.
"Faith? If I don't do this ... you know, right? Tell me?"
For a second, the Slayer was torn. Comfort the nervous teen or encourage her to continue? She reached down her hands and pulled the girl closer to hug her tightly. She kissed Dawn's eyelids and cupped her cheeks in her palms. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."
Dawn kissed the Slayer back and smiled. "I didn't say I wasn't comfortable." She leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I've been dreaming about making love to you for years, Faith." She pulled back and smiled. "What said was tell me if I don't do it right..." As she whispered she slid back down Faith's body, over her flat stomach until her face was even with the other woman's short dark curls. She seemed almost hesitant as she rubbed her cheek and chin over the softness, seemingly undisturbed or oblivious to the needy sounds coming from her lover's throat.
Dawn was, in fact, anything but oblivious to those sounds and to Faith's aroused state. Still feeling very nervous but wanting to show Faith that she could be a very good lover, and well aware of the relative differences in their experience levels, Dawn wanted to take her time and really make this wonderful for Faith. She knew that Faith had had a lot of sex--really, a lot of sex--in her life and while she knew it wasn't a competition, she also knew that Faith was hardly going to want to sit around playing scrabble for very long. She wanted sex, lots of it, and very very good. The teen used the fingers of one hand to separate the Faith's folds. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the Slayer's scent and smiled as she realized that she was going to really enjoy this. Her mind flashed back to those days reading Willow and Tara's books and her realization that those descriptions, descriptions of loving between two women, were more appealing to her than any she'd ever read involving men. She figured this would kind of be the test of that conclusion. Of course her feelings for Faith had pretty much convinced her that she preferred women, or at least preferred Faith.
She took a few seconds to really look at the beauty of Faith's sex. She'd only ever seen her own before and that with a mirror and at a strange angle. She moved closer and gently kissed the little bump she was pretty sure was the Slayer's clit. When Faith gave an uncharacteristic squeak, she felt pretty sure that she'd guessed right. Even though she remembered the feeling from the other night, she didn't want to attack, so to speak, Faith's clit right off. She slowly licked a long path along one side of the Slayer's lips and then the other. Oh yes. She felt Faith's hand at the back of her head, not cruel and hard but gentle but firm and allowed her instincts to guide her.
Faith tried to relax as Dawn began to make love to her. This was something that she'd done hundreds, maybe thousands of times, but somehow this seemed different. It wasn't like this was a first. Hell, it wasn't even the first time she'd been some girl's first time. But she felt an overwhelming wish for the kid to be good at this. For herself to make it easy on the teen, to guide her through it. And given her responses when kissing the kid, she thought this would be very good.
The first touch of Dawn's mouth to Faith's sex was electric and she had to will herself to keep from winding the girl's hair around her hand and forcing her to get busy. Instead she cupped the back of Dawn's head in her hand and attempted to keep from screaming as the girl licked her sex from bottom to top and then down the other side.
And her determination to not scream and not pull the girl's hair was definitely tested over the next... Oh hell, Faith didn't know how long it took or how long it went on. What the kid lacked in experience she made up for in care and her ability to accept some gentle coaching on the Slayer's part. It felt almost like...
Like love.
Or what Faith supposed that might feel like.
And she had to fight a different instinct now. To get up and run from the room. To push the teenager away and lash out with words. To tell her that nothing could come of this. That she was convenient and easy and that it would hurt Buffy to fuck her little sister. To spew words that would keep her from feeling what Dawn had to offer. That would make the kid leave her so she wouldn't have to.
She gripped the back of the kid's head more tightly and then had to scream at herself to release it as she heard a muffled whimper. She tried to tell herself that she wasn't that person anymore. That person who would hurt Dawn. Who would pull her closer and then push her away. Who would discard her without a second thought. That she was worth this ... this caring... this... She couldn't say the word. Because that word was more than she could accept. Was more than she deserved.
The Slayer jammed her free forearm against her open mouth to keep herself from screaming and crying and whimpered around it when the kid slid two slick fingers into her opening without even asking.
That hadn't taken any coaching.
The Slayer could feel her own hum in her ears as she strained against her own arm and Dawn's mouth and hand. It was just so good and she could hardly stand the contrast in feelings. The kid's hand was so firm inside, curling up and driving deep alternatively. Her mouth was just as gentle as it had ever been and Faith was unprepared for the tears that started to spill from the corners of her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut and whipped her head from side to side to stop her emotion. She didn't want this. This breakdown. This feeling. She just wanted release.
Then it broke. Her orgasm. Her will. Her everything.
Faith felt it. Felt it break loose and still wanted to escape. The kid was still loving her and was trying to bring it again and she had her chance. "Kid, I gotta go..." She tried to pull away and run for the bathroom but Dawn looked up at her and she could see the pity and concern in her eyes.
And then she was rising up the bed and Faith wanted to just get away. To send the kid away. "I really need..." She could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks and felt the burn of shame.
Dawn knew that look the moment she saw it. She knew this was coming. All those letters and all those words and she knew what Faith felt. That she wouldn't be able to accept it. To know and take Dawn's love. She wanted to tread that thin line between showing Faith what it could feel like to be loved and scaring her away. She wrapped her arms around the Slayer as tightly as she could, all the while perfectly aware that if Faith really wanted to get away, she couldn't hold her. "It's ok, Faith. It's ok. I know... I swear I know." And her words were a prayer and a mantra and she repeated them over and over, not even sure if Faith could hear her. And she could feel her lover shaking and feel the tears on her chest and arms. "It's ok, baby. Don't go away. Don't go. You're where you're supposed to be. I promise. I promise. Don't go."
Faith wanted to run. Still wanted to jump from the bed and run. But Whistler's words echoed in her ears along with Dawn's.
Destiny Path. Destiny Path. Destiny Path. And for the first time in her life, she relaxed into the pain. Let herself feel it all. The way no one had ever loved her. From her father she never met to her trashy mother to all her mom's boyfriends who had shown her her only value in their own sickening ways. Even her hardass Watcher who never had a good word to say.
And she couldn't do it anymore. It took so much strength to hold it all together. To be so tough. And the only time she'd ever let down those defenses was in those letters. But Dawn had already read those letters. Had read her moments of greatest shame and pain. Had read it all. And still felt...
Faith didn't know how long it went on. And still Dawn held her. Still she continued her words that it was ok. That she was ok. That she was where she belonged. And every moment took her will to resist leaving. To push the kid away and pick up her clothes and get the fuck out of there.
"I can't give you what you need, kid." Faith's voice sounded scratchy and tough in her own ears. "What you deserve." She expected the kid to answer. To argue or protest. And for a moment it seemed that she would. But then Dawn's lips were against hers and the Slayer resisted for a moment before giving in. Because how could she help but give in when it felt so damn good? And Dawn's fingers sliding into her body again were a surprise but it felt as if they belonged and Faith whimpered again.
And Faith felt it all coming back. Without breaking contact, she rolled on top and forced the kid's head back against the pillow, pushing their tongues back into her mouth and running her fingers along the girl's slit only once. The wetness seemed to invite her inside and she slid a finger in as Dawn arched to meet her movement.
And there was no more talk or thought of pain or hurt or love or care. There was just this movement. Two women joined through their lips and hands and skin and sweat, moving together and nearing the peak.
Dawn screamed when she came and her scream was swallowed by her lover's mouth and answered by Faith's cry of pleasure. And then the two lay side by side, breathing coming shallow and quick and hands entwined.
"Stay?"
Faith pulled the teenager closer and wrapped her arms around her. "I don't know how I would get out even if I wanted, kid." She raised her arm a few inches and let it fall back onto the other girl's back. "I'd be as likely to fall the four stories as climb down safely and I don't really feature running into B in the hallway."
Dawn giggled. "You could tell her you're just waking everyone up. It worked the other day."
The Slayer placed a gentle kiss on Dawn's forehead. "I'll sneak out tomorrow, kid." Then she wrapped the girl tightly in her arms and kissed her again.
Dawn was nearing sleep when she heard Faith's words whispered like those of a child. "Don't tell anyone."
And the teenager was able to resist the instinct to be a smart-assed brat. To ask who she would tell and how that would come up.
"Hey Buffy, so last night while I was making love to Faith, she had a total meltdown." Yeah that would go over great. "No one, Faith. I promise." And she felt the Slayer relax and felt relieved that she was still in the bed.
I just wanted you to know that I was reading, (when I can), and enjoying it.
by BlackIndiaInk » Fri Jun 15, 2007 6:45 pm 
*scratches head* 
<<< goes in her basket in the corner and cuddles Willow to help her in her waiting for Tara