Title: The Bone Yard.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel.
Pairing: Buffy/Faith.
Summary: You know they're outside. You can hear them and you know that they can hear you, that they know what is taking place inside this room. But when she licks her lips, you could care less.

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The clanking of metal as you're escorted into the large building rings in your ears as you follow the guard. He takes you outside, leading you through a small yard toward many small trailers lined up almost as far as you can see. She calls it the bone yard, something that always made you laugh. A glimmer of uneasiness washes through you because they know why you're here. What you're here to do. But when you make the steps up to one of the doors of the trailer and hear her voice talking to a guard inside the trailer, the feeling drifts away.

The guard makes his exit and looks at you. "One hour," he says, and the two guards step to each side of the door. You open it, not daring to look at her and let the guards see your reaction before you enter and close the door.

When you turn around, she has flown to your side; or more accurately, your front. You gasp, her heady scent enveloping you and her depthless eyes are black with lust.

"Fuck, what took you so long, B?" She breathes, her low, husky purr sending chills and vibrations through you as she slips her arms around your waist, pulling you close.

You're already breathing heavily, and your eyes flash from her dark, fuck-me eyes to her full, fuck-me lips and back again. You already feel the ache. "It's a long trek through that building," you answer in a voice almost matching her own. But you know nothing can compare to the brunette's sexy, lilting voice.

She pulls you flush against her and you almost groan at the heat coming from her. "Well, how 'bout we get this party started?"

Both of you crash into each others lips at the same time, your kisses hungry, feverish. She pushes you against the wall, pulling your legs up to wrap around her waist. And when she does, your heat hits the taut muscles of her stomach and you moan into her mouth.

You push her forward and she steps backward, not breaking the kiss as she sits down on the bed. You pull away and straddle her, staring into her as you grind down on her thigh. Both of you moan.

"I think clothes are a problem right now, Twinkie," she nearly growls and you moan at the sound of her voice mixed with her thigh muscles tensing below your clit.

She never once takes her eyes off of yours as she pulls your shirt off, flinging it to the ground. She growls as she takes in your braless figure and pulls you to her again, falling back onto the bed and kissing you deeply.

Your tongues fight for dominance but neither of you win; you're both just as strong as the other. You moan into her again as she moves her thigh again.

Not breaking your kiss, she flips you over so she is on top of you. She moves away from your mouth and before you can whimper in protest her lips and tongue are on your pulse point and moving down; marking you in almost a trail down your neck.

You moan once more as her mouth covers a taut, sensitive nub. She moans lightly, too, and she's biting down on it enough to hurt but not break the skin. Her smooth tongue flicks back and forth as she holds your nipple between her teeth. You're moaning over and over now, the pain an absolute pleasure to you. She moves to the other, repeats her actions on your left nipple, and then moves down your stomach.

She's kissing and licking down your abdomen and you writhe below her. Her hand moves to unbutton your jeans, but you stop her.

Sitting up, you bring your hand to the zipper of her blue jumpsuit. "Not without you being at least semi-naked, lover."

A growl escapes her again as you rake your nails down her neck and unzip the top of her jumpsuit. She kicks off her shoes quickly and takes off mine before standing, allowing you to move the navy jumper down her legs. She kicks them away and then pushes me back down on the bed, climbing over me again.

You pull off her wifebeater, and now all she's wearing is a delicious pair of boi-shorts. It's your turn to growl. You suck a nipple into your mouth and her head falls forward, gripping my hair to keep my head in place below her, and she moans. And you swear, her voice and the noises she makes could alone make you come.

But she moves back down your body, her nipple sliding away from you. Her teeth grab your jeans and her eyes are on you; the feral look of desire in them. She unbuttons them and slips her fingers underneath to grab both the jeans and your panties. She tugs them down and throws those to the side as well.

Her mouth is right above your sex, giving you flutters underneath the skin she kisses and licks. Then her mouth is on the inside of your thigh, placing a chaste, wet kiss before she simultaneously shoves her tongue into your slick folds and thrusts three fingers fully into you.

A loud cry escapes you and you buck your hips against her exploring tongue. She puts an arm over your waist to pin them down as she lasciviously sucks your clit into her mouth and fucks you, hard. You moan, whimper as you want this moment to last but you know you're too close and that you'll spill onto her fingers in the next minute. Your body writhes, your muscles contracting around her fingers, your clit twitching under your tongue, and then it happens.

"Oh, fuck! Faith!" You cry out. Moans, cries, whimpers escape you as you grind into her mouth, your orgasm long, sweet. As it dies down, you feel her fingers disappear and her tongue replacing them, lapping up your juices. You cry out again as a second orgasm hits you, her tongue thrusting into your aching, wet hole.

When you finish, she pulls away, her lustful gaze capturing you once more as you pull her hand to your mouth, sucking yourself off of her fingers.

"Fuck," she breathes.

You shove her boi-shorts down her thighs and she kicks them off the rest of the way. She moves up your body again, her left thigh draping over your right leg as she takes your other leg and wraps it around her waist, pushing her right thigh underneath it, and both of your heats slam into each other. You both moan at the touch, and you partly because of how wet she is. Then, she takes your face in her hands and kisses you as she begins a fast rhythm, your drenched sexes rubbing deliciously.

She pulls back just a bit and you shudder when you feel her hot breath on you. "God damn it, B... I'm so fucking close already," she hisses. Fuck, you can't get enough of her voice. And suddenly, you're coming again.

You're hands on her head, gripping handfuls of dark tresses as you ride out your orgasm. "Faithh..." you breathe.

And then she's over the edge, her eyes tightly closed as every quick breath comes out a whimper or moan. You don't come close to coming again but the delicious burn returns as you listen to her and watch her, her body trembling above you.

She collapses on top of you, her body tense. Her face buried into your hair, your neck. You breathe heavily with her, both of your hands roaming each others' bodies.

You pull her back and take in the sight of her; hair slightly mussed, her caramel eyes returning from the lustful black, her mouth open and breathing heavily.

I breathe close to her, "You fuck me so good, baby."

She smirks. "Well, I don't think our hour is up yet," she once again drawls in her light Boston accent and husky, lust-filled tone. Nope, you'll never get tired of it.

You spend the next however many minutes continuing, making each other come over and over again. That's the best thing about them both being Slayers; they can fuck and come until the sun comes up.

You only have a few minutes to stare into each others' eyes and caress each other before the guard's voice interrupts. "Hour's up, Lehane. Have your guest knock twice once you're ready and you are sitting back on the bed."

Closing your eyes in disappointment before you both move to get dressed. But, before you open the door, she brushes a tendril of hair behind your ear.

"I love you so fucking much, Buffy," she says; and this time, her voice is husky as always, but it drips with the emotion of the words.

You smile and brush your fingers across her lips and then caressing her cheek. "I love you, Faith." You kiss her and that kiss is completely different from the others you have shared today. Soft, slow. Sensual but sweet. You hug her as you kiss, her arms wrapping around you too.

But the moment is ruined by another interruption, this a knock on the door. "Let's go," the guard tells us.

We pull away. "Until next time, B?" She says.

You kiss her once more, but only a small kiss. "Count on it," I say, and turn toward the door.

title: even angels have their wicked schemes.
rating: pg (IKR?! never thought that'd happen! :P)
pairing: Buffy/Faith
summary: (set toward the end of season seven) Buffy is not happy when she comes home and finds out from Giles that Faith took the potential slayers out to The Bronze. when she arrives there, however, she is surprised at what she sees.

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I cannot fucking believe this, Buffy thought as she was headed toward The Bronze. just when I think she's gotten a lot smarter, mature, and sweeter since she came back; she has to do this- putting the potentials in possible danger.

When she walked in, there was no band playing and there was an African American man sitting on a stool next to a dark-haired girl with a guitar. She began looking around and, with the potential's numbers growing, it wasn't too hard to find them.

"Where the hell is Faith?!" She said angrily.

A smiling Amanda pointed to the stage. "She's about to perform."

Buffy looked back up at the brunette with the guitar. The connection between her and Faith was more than enough to recognize her, let alone be able to feel her out, find out where she is. She walked closer to the stage, leaving the potentials behind.

"Alright guys," Faith said. "No more waiting; sorry, had to tune my guitar." She smiled, the audience clapped. "This is a part two of a song you guys know by Eminem and Rihanna. I love this song because I relate to it. And it reminds me of a certain, beautiful girl who I thought I'd lost years ago by doing some really terrible things to her."

Buffy froze. What does that mean?

"I basically think of this song as from my friend's point of view at the time when I wasn't treating her the way I should. I just hope she'll forgive me someday.

Faith centered herself, placed her fingers in the right areas, and held her pick ready. When she began, she was looking at Buffy who she'd known was in the audience the whole time.

on the first page
of our story
the future seemed so bright.

Faith closed her eyes tightly, as if the next lyrics tortured her.

then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
even angels have their wicked schemes
and you take that to new extremes

She opened her eyes to look at Buffy.

but you'll always be my hero

The dark slayer hung her head.

even though you've lost your mind

just gonna stand there and watch me burn
but that's alright because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry
but that's alright because I love the way you lie
oh, I love the way you lie

now there's gravel in our voices
the glass is shattered from the fight

Faith looked back up at Buffy.

in this tug of war, you'll always win

She looked away again.

even when I'm right

Faith's eyes closed tight, and an expression on her face seemed that it was devastating for her to sing the lyrics. but she went on, her eyes still closed, lost in the lyrics of the song and the thoughts in her head.

'cause you feed me fables from your head
with violent words, and empty threats
and it's sick that all these battles
are what keeps me satisfied.

The brunette slayer looked at the blonde slayer one last time.

Then, with her eyes closed the rest of the song, she sang with all the emotion she felt, she played her guitar with all the emotion she felt, and she wondered what Buffy was thinking.

just gonna stand there and watch me burn
but that's alright because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry
but that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
oh, I love the way you lie, ohhh

so maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run, but I don't wanna ever leave.
til' the walls
are goin' up
in smoke with all
our memories.

The African-American next to her began to rap Eminem's part. Faith was completely lost in playing, not even opening her eyes.

After he rapped, there was one more chorus left that Faith sang.

just gonna stand there and watch me burn
but that's alright because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry
but that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

The potential slayers, in the back of The Bronze and unable to see Buffy, started wildly cheering. Faith looked up, the still haunting look in her eyes, and said thank you to the audience.

Buffy didn't know what to think anymore.

oh, where do I start? pessimism, overreacting, self-deprecation, cutting, smoking, and drugs-- weed & magic mushrooms I personally don't count, as, used correctly & safely, they're fine.

all I know is that I'll be fighting with myself to decide what Paramore song I will cover.

probably the same as everyone elses; Hounddog

ak-47. multiple rounds, bitches. or a machete. or katana.

being held by my babysitter (who later became my father's ex-wife) as I was watching some other kids play with my dinosaur toys. my mom said I was only three months.

nope.

"How do you evoke a paradigm shift in a mind that's gone rigid? What better than a drug, to jog your mind to a new perspective? The truth WILL set you free, which is why we're not supposed to have it." -Unknown.

a Robotrip.