DISCLAIMER: We all know that Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own Buffy and all her buddies. I'm just borrowing these characters for some kinky stuff. But I'll return them intact. :-)
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It had been a long time; a very long time. And now Faith could only think of two things. Revenge and sex. Not necessarily in that order, however. She looked into the bathroom mirror in the cheap hotel room she had rented. She looked like hell. *Prison will do that to you,* she thought. She ran her hand through her dark, wavy hair. It was slightly tangled, and felt dry and rough. Her eyes had shadows under them, and her face had seen no make-up for nearly two years. But she was in better shape then ever. As the slayer, she had always been in tip-top shape. But being in prison, with nothing to do but work out, she had only improved her overall fitness.
She slipped out of the clothes she had been given on her release, and put on some of her old favorites. A pair of snug-fitting, black leather pants, versatile boots, and a worn wife beater. She carefully put her make-up on (smoky eyes and dark red lips), and combed her dark hair out, letting it go into its natural wave. She couldn't help but be amused by the expression, "dressed to kill". It was certainly fitting, figuratively and literally.
*Now what to do on my first night in forever as Faith, instead of prisoner #43100? I could go to the Bronze... I'm actually old enough to legally drink now!* Thoughts of the Bronze brought back memories of the beautiful peroxide-blond vampire she had met for the first time there. Spike. Or William the Bloody. She definitely preferred 'Spike'. It had certain... implications. He had thought she was Buffy, and had seen the love in his eyes. Had he been aware of it yet? She imagined Buffy loved him back. But probably the same way she had loved Angel. Guiltily, and angrily.
"I could have anything. Anyone. Even you, Spike. I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more." Her words at their last meeting. And she had seen desire in those wizened and youthful blue eyes.
*I think a little visit to Spike is just what the doctor ordered.* She smiled at her sultry reflection. *A little sex never hurts. Well, not in a bad way.*
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After asking around town, and beating Willy the bartender within an inch of his life (he had already talked, but Faith had really been enjoying the beating), she had found Spike's home. A crypt. *How original,* she smirked to herself. She heard voices drifting to her from inside the crypt. After recognizing Buffy's voice, she found a decent vantage point to watch them from.
What she saw was awe-inspiring. B's beautiful, lithe body, naked and glowing. She was on a bed, on her hands and knees, with Spike behind her, devouring her cunt. Those gorgeous cheekbones and delicious lips buried in Buffy's perfect little pussy was enough to make Faith's knees buckle. She found a way to lean and watch, so she wouldn't make too much noise. Buffy was rocking back against Spike's face rhythmically, and moaning loudly. Faith remembered when those moans had been for HER. *Funny how quick B moves on.* But nonetheless, it was a fucking terrific sight. With their young, slender, but well-muscled body, blond hair, and perfect parts, Buffy and Spike just looked natural. If you overlooked the fact that Buffy was a slayer, and Spike hadn't actually been young, or even alive, for a century or two.
Now Buffy's moans were turning into muted screams of pleasure. Spike was using his teeth ever so lightly. She stopped rocking back and forth and started shamelessly rubbing her snatch in his face, coating much of it with clear, scented juices. Faith was going to get off, too, if someone didn't snap soon. Finally, Buffy's eyes shot open, and she screamed, body shaking, crotch still grinding against Spike's dedicated mouth. Just as Buffy started to collapse, Spike relented. But instead of giving her a break, he pulled her back up on her hands and knees, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and without the slightest warning, shoved his cock deep inside of her. Buffy made a sound somewhere between a grunt of pain and a purr. Spike continued to pump into her mercilessly, using her hair as an anchor. It looked painful, but he wouldn't have it any other way. With his free hand, he reached around and started rubbing her clit in small circles. He pistoned in and out of her faster and faster, more violent with every thrust, until finally, his muscles tensed up visibly. He thrust a few more times, so hard you could hear the thud of his hipbones against her, and she cried out in both pain and pleasure. He cried out, clearly in the rapture of orgasm. Seconds after, Buffy shrieked out as though she were dying. Then they both collapsed in a pile on the bed, panting and sweating. Spike ran his hand lovingly over Buffy's sweaty back, and she softly caressed his face, though she quickly pulled away. *She loves him, alright,* thought Faith. *Bitch.*
She threw the door the rest of the way open and strolled in, applauding. "Bravo, B! You finally loosened up, found the fun. I like to think I had a big part in that."
