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Title: I Will Find Someone Like You
Rating: PG for the prologue, most likely will become NC-17 later.
Pairing: Buffy/Faith, brief Buffy/Satsu (nothing explicit)
Summary: just when Faith finds out Buffy liked her back when they first met, Buffy finds out the feeling was more than mutual. a three part fic. angsty, fluffy, lemony.
Author's Note: inspired by the Buffy/Faith fanvideo on Youtube called Someone Like You by ashleylimafanvids. also obviously inspired by the song. if you haven't seen that fanvid and the follow up fanvid, Lips of an Angel, DO IT NAO.


I looked up at Faith, swallowing hard. "How... How long have you been in love with me?" I ask quietly.

Her smirk fades. "... What?"

"The way you acted when I told you I had a crush on you.. it was a little obvious."

Faith scoffs. "Whatever." But I can see it in those big doe eyes- it's the truth and I hit a raw nerve.

She turns to leave. "Faith, please. Listen."

Taking a few steps closer, I look down at my hands. "I'm not.. I'm not gonna... freak out on you, or anything," I say, and look back up at her, keeping my gaze serious but innocent so I don't scare her off. "I just.. I want to know, Faith."

Faith inhales deeply, looking away from me, and all of her denial and soon-to-be hostility is replaced by a look of guilt.. and of heartbreak.

"Since the moment I laid eyes on you."

Her face is downcast, but when she looks up at me, I see through her eyes and into her; and what I see there devastates me, but I know it's not the way it's breaking her heart now from the look she's giving me. And I can see her eyes brimming with tears.

Faith looks at me for a long moment. Her expression is anything but unreadable. It's soft and sweet, though her eyes betray that.

"I'm sorry," she says quietly before turning to walk away.

"Faith!" I say, catching her arm. She turns back at me and her face is a face of heartbreak. "Faith... look, I'm so s-"

"Buffy," her voice is soft as it breaks. "Don't. Please, just don't.." He voice is pleading.

I look at her the way I used to look at Angel or Spike or Riley when they were this upset. And I do the one thing I don't expect to happen, but it does.

Reaching up, I brush a tear away that has slid down Faith's cheek. She closes her eyes the moment my fingers meet her skin, leaning into my touch. More tears stream down her face as she lets out a shaky breath.

When she opens her eyes again, I can barely stand to see the pain in them as Faith looks into mine. She cups the hand on her cheek with hers and it softly ghosts atop my skin. She moves my hand down, closing it around hers before kissing my fingers.

Then, she moves my hand back to my side and reaches her own hand to my cheek. "You are so beautiful."

Those four words make me gasp, and before I know it, she moves forward and places a chaste, tender kiss right between my eyes. And then she pulls back and smiles lightly at me, a sweet curve of her lips. And then she picks up he back and she walks out of the front doors.

And all i can do is stand her, tears now staining my face as well, and watch her leave.


Lift Me Higher. (Buffy/Faith, NC-17)

Title: Lift Me Higher.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Buffy/Faith.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the Buffyverse. Sarah Michelle Gellar owns Buffy. Eliza Dushku pwns the fuck out of Faith. the only thing that belongs to me is the imagination that created this small, smutty one-shot.
Summary: dirty talk. a dresser. no clothes. and a particular cute blond slayer and her sexy brunette counterpart. PWP. set in the third season.
Warning: very explicit sexual situations and language. enjoy.


"If you don't touch me right now, I'm going to fucking burst," I whispered, my voice surprising me; it was husky and dipped with chocolate as I looked at her.

She smiled and pulled me to her, kissing me hungrily. Backing me up against the dresser, she lifted me on top of it, pulling our clothes off quicker than I thought humanly possible.

"Tell me what you want, baby," that whiskey-soaked purr making me shudder and moan.

I moaned again as she took a nipple between her fingers and began sucking the skin of my neck. "You fucking know what I want."

She chuckled; and I swear, every body part, noise and touch that came from her could make me cum without even being touched.

"I wanna hear you say it."

"If I say it, then you better be prepared to talk to me all night." She raised an eyebrow. "Because the way you speak makes my pussy ache with every word."

Growling, she pulled me flush against her; my pussy hitting her taut stomach. I moaned. "Oh, fuck.."

She began a torturous trail down my body with that sexy fucking mouth of hers; her dark, caramel eyes never leaving me. She bit and sucked at my nipples for a few seconds each before sliding her hands to my thighs, spreading them, and kneeling on the floor.

Her dark eyes burned into me as she licked up the inside of my thighs. I was whimpering now, trying to force my hips closer to her mouth. I was on the edge.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" Her deep husk dropped to a low, seductive growl. I moaned.

"Oh, god, please..." I moaned again.

Her finger slipped inside my folds. "Oh, you're so fucking wet for me... fuck, baby girl, I am going to devour you.."

She added another finger and both tips began circling my clit. I was slightly bucking off the dresser and I was whimpering like a puppy.

"You like the way I rub that clit, huh?"

I moaned loud. "Fuck yes!"

"What about this?" She asked before thrusting three fingers in my dripping cunt, curling them up against my g-spot and pumping them in and out at the same time. I cried out.

"Harder... faster," I barely was able to breathe out.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you harder? You want my fingers to make your cunt ache for days? To feel every inch of them as I fuck you?"

"Jesus fuck," I breathed.

Her fingers, the sight of her, nude, kneeling between my legs and her voice, talking deliciously dirty to me, had me seeing stars even if I hadn't cum yet. My pussy ached worse than it ever had before. With her fingers inside me, she spread out more of the cum leaking from me- and I was soaked, completely.

"You like that? You like how I fuck you, girl?" She added a fourth finger and I cried out again.

"Fuck, YES! Fuck me just like that baby.. fuck that tight pussy.." I groaned.

"God, yeah. Tell me, girl. Tell me how you like it," she purred once more.

I cried out again, teetering on the edge of oblivion. "Just like that... shove those fingers inside me, girl... fuck me hard, fuck that cunt!"

She moaned and then stood but her fingers kept curling and pumping inside me.

"I want you to cum for me. I want your pussy walls to squeeze me. I want your cum all over my hand so I can lick it up. I want you to fucking scream. Cum for me, baby."

And I obliged. I came hard, my body rocking into hers. She stared me down with lusted eyes, moaning as she watched me orgasm.

She pulled her fingers out and pulled my soaked cunt against her stomach again. She put an arm around me, her other hand finding my nipple, and began to rock me against her stomach.

"You are so fucking sexy when you cum," she said.

Then she pulled her hand from my nipple and began to suck my pussy juices off her fingers one by one. As she worked on her index and middle fingers, I took the other two in my mouth, swirling my tongue around them.

She pulled her mouth away and moaned, watching me lick my own cum off her fingers.

Then, she rocked her stomach against my pussy, and leaned in to whisper.

"I want to taste you. I want to fuck you with my tongue. I want to suck on that wet clit. I want to drink the cum from you as I eat that hot, wet pussy."

"Oh, fuck, yes," I moaned. In an instant, she was on the floor and her mouth was on my pussy. I moaned again and grabbed her by the hair, shoving her face into my cunt.

"Eat that pussy, baby.." I moaned as I watched her; and she watched me.

Her tongue found its way to my slick hole and she thrust it inside me, darting it in and out of my dripping sex.


I was close to another orgasm; but she was purposely keeping me from it while she tongue-fucked me.

Pulling out, she gave me a primal, hungry look before wrapping her full, luscious lips around my clit.

Crying out, I dug my nails into her shoulder and pulled roughly at her hair. "Oh, god, yes baby... eat that wet cunt.."

She pushed three fingers into me again while she massaged my clit with her tongue roughly.

"Ohhh.. fuck, yeah... suck on that clit, baby girl... fucking eat me, just like that..."

She was fucking me relentlessly with her fingers, and her mouth- quick and hard- gently bit, sucked and licked my clit.

I was going to cum like a rocket. Her other hand found my nipple and rolled it between her fingers.

"I'm so fucking close, girl... come on, fuck that pussy good, baby. Fuck me just like that. Fucking suck that wet, hot clit."

She groaned, the sound reverberating into my wet skin, and I was gone.



ages of pain, soaked through to the core

bloodstained skin; she cries out for more

carving angst into her skin

dying slowly from within

even now she lies in bed

forging lies throughout her head

giving, giving; never thanked

hoists herself into the river bank

into the depths of no more pain

joined and bloodied hands in this rain

kills what rots her slowly

loses all that can be holy

misused words and untamed thoughts

nowhere near winning this battle fought

open your eyes and see the agony

pleading with the sheen of gravity

quivering lips speak sodden truth

rusting away on this abandoned roof

still, she breathes, no answers left

thrusting a blade into her breast

under the stars she breathes her last

veils hiding the healed but scarred gash

with her last breath, her dying words.




my favorite actress knows I exist. :D

@elizadushku I tried to commit suicide once... then Dollhouse came on. you saved my life, Eliza. thank you. http://twitpic.com/9qwvad

@MihoSayuri wow.. Stay with us, baby. Sending u love!


and I also decided to get 'stay with us, baby' tattooed somewhere. XDXDXDXD

Caught in the Rain. (song/poem)

this was inspired by 'Remains' by Maurissa Tancharoen & Jed Whedon. some of the lyrics are a bit alike, and I like to think of this as rewritten lyrics to the song. if you can, familiarize yourself with the song, which I'll post here.

and to anyone who has not seen the show Dollhouse; please watch it. it's amazing. it's where the song Remains comes from, it's made by the GENIUS that is Joss Whedon, and stars the beautiful and talented Eliza Dushku.


burn down my heart;
this soul is left with a broken part.
leave me in ashes,
connect it all, and it mashes.

I am running away from this life;
I want it away.
all I'm left with is the greatest strife;
but nothing will sway.

I am fading faster now;
this pain is the same.
I will leave with a final bow,
as I'm caught in the rain.

take down my walls;
let me leave, let me crawl.
hurt this heart once more;
there's nothing left to make it soar.

I will run away from here;
I will run away.
I will run from the pain that sears;
I will not sway.

as I leave the pain behind me,
this heart still bleeds.
and I know that though I'll run through the trees,
things'll stay as they seem.

the pain remains the same.
all that I'm left with is broken shame.
I need an angel soon;
but I know that all she can do
is just watch from the moon.

The Bone Yard. (another Buffy/Faith fic)

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.


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.


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.


Writer's Block: Just Say No!

What bad habit have you broken?

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.

Writer's Block: This is a Recording

If you were to make an album consisting of only covers, which songs would you pick to sing?

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

Writer's Block: Love Me Tender

What is your favorite Elvis Presley song?

probably the same as everyone elses; Hounddog