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tamingthemuseTitle: Inferno
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: R/M
Challenge/Prompt: #467: Snowflake (9th in a row for tracking purposes.) and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words Word of the Day for July 2: Mercurial
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,319
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
Buffy's head tilts to one side as she examines the beaker in front of her mind, but her mind isn't in chemistry class. It's on an entirely different style of chemistry and a girl who, although she's Buffy's age, is far more mercurial than any of the chemicals in this lab. You don't have to mix chemicals together to set her off, and she's far more explosive than just fire and water.
But there's something about Faith, Buffy admits to herself, that she just can't quite shake. The girl's a walking sex and danger explosion, and she never knows which area in which Faith is going to place her. Some nights, they're fighting, and Buffy thinks there's never going to be any getting along with her. They just can't mesh. Faith takes on the world where Buffy just wants to protect her part of it. Faith takes what she wants, and Buffy, though she has the same powers as the other Slayer, just doesn't have that fire in her.
But there is a fire that Faith stirs in her. She makes her want to be something . . . something different. She knows that's not the word she wants, but she can't think of the one she does, probably because she's never felt this way before. Even with Angel, Buffy was subdued. She never pushed him to reveal his past or to take their relationship to the next step. Every time they kissed, Buffy tingled from head to toe, but with Faith, there's a whole, damn fire that threatens to consume her every time they touch.
It doesn't have to be kissing. Faith doesn't have to have her body pressed against hers or her tongue in her mind, although it's ended up there many nights after, or sometimes even during, patrol. Her lips don't have to touch her at all, or her tongue, or even her hands. Something as simple as Faith's side brushing against hers when they're rushing into battle can make Buffy hotter than she was even when she gave her virginity to Angel.
But she's trouble, Buffy tells herself again. She knows she's trouble. If she's not careful, she's going to take her down a path where she doesn't want to go. It isn't just her thinking that. Giles, Angel, and even Willow have warned her. Faith is dangerous, and if she lets herself get lured in by her, into her lifestyle, into her arms or her bed for too long, she's never going to be the same. She's no longer going to be the good Slayer; she's going to be as wild, dark, rough, and yes, even mean as Faith.
Buffy swallows and jumps as an explosion happens right before her eyes. She'd forgotten she was in chemistry, forgotten Willow was mixing their experiment, forgotten, again, everything but Faith. The girl's going to be the end of her, but she can't seem to find a way to tell her "no" or even "Hell, no" as she knows she should. That fire's drawing her, and just like a snowflake on a hot, July day, Buffy's going to melt underneath Faith.
She knows it, and it has nothing to do with them being two of a kind, as Faith has told her they are many times. It has nothing to do with Faith being everything her mom's warned her about. It has nothing to do with the fact that they turn heads wherever they go together. It's that fire that Faith has, that explosion hidden just below her beautiful and deadly surface, always waiting to explode on the unsuspecting, always waiting to knock Buffy off of her feet, always waiting to consume her very essence.
She blinks and notices Willow is staring hard at something behind Buffy's blonde head and shaking her own red head. "What?" Buffy asks.
"Nothing," Willow answers too quickly, but their teacher is already starting forward to whoever, or whatever, is behind Buffy.
"Can I help you, Miss . . . "
"No. I'm here to help somebody else." Her voice cuts through the air and sounds as though she's speaking directly into Buffy's ear. Ice sluices through the blonde Slayer's veins. It's the feeling she always gets before walking into danger, but in the very next second, she can feel the fire beginning to build again. "Miss Summers," Faith states matter-of-factly, shooting Buffy a grin as she turns to look at her, "you're wanted in the Principal's office."
"Don't," Willow whispers next to her, tugging at her sleeve, but Buffy's already moving.
She flashes a reassuring smile at the teacher and especially at Willow. "I'll be back," she speaks, but even as she says the words, a part of her's wondering if she's really reassuring them or herself. If she lets Faith get too deep into her, she'll never come back to her normal self, or to her "normal" life. If she follows her too close into the darkness, she'll lose herself, and she might very well lose everybody she loves, too, along the way.
"This is highly irregular," the teacher is saying as Buffy walks pass her. "Do you have a note or something, Miss . . . ?"
Faith shoots her a cocky grin. "Names and notes aren't needed here, lady," she replies coolly, then grabs Buffy's hand and practically snatches her out of the classroom before the Slayer can change her mind.
She spins her just out into the hallway and beyond the corner. Buffy hears the classroom door slam shut behind them, cutting off the teacher's "harrumph", just before she's slammed into the lockers. Faith's mouth is on hers before she can protest, her tongue diving hungrily down her throat.
Any amount of teachers or other students could see them here. She could be expelled or worse. She has a hard enough time keeping from flunking. She really needs that "A" in the chemistry class which Willow was going to get for them. She doesn't need to be seen with Faith not here, not now. She doesn't need --
There are a hundred things about Faith which Buffy doesn't need and another hundred for her to cut loose from her and go back into her class where she belongs. There's every reason for her to push her away and so few for her to pull her closer. Faith is a threat to everything in which Buffy believes, and she knows she's going to lose even her own self in her volatile essence.
But her thoughts are slowing as the fire between them builds. The reasons not to embrace Faith are slipping from her as Faith's hands slip further down her body. Buffy moans, and Faith grins against her mouth. She knows she has her as their fires build together into a crashing inferno.
Buffy is wary of Faith's fire, but Faith noticed Buffy's fire laying just underneath the surface of the good girl the very moment they met. She saw that fire that no one else saw, and she's wanted more of it ever since. Faith may be the volcano threatening to explode all over Buffy's world, but she's also the match, and once she has Buffy's fire burning the way she wants it, together, they're going to burn the whole damn world down, starting with this school and the small, closed minds within it.
Buffy groans again. Faith, grinning, smashes her girl further into the lockers, digs deeper, scorches hotter, buries her fingers into the soft mound hidden by Buffy's short skirt, and along the way, she makes sure the whole world knows. Her mouth lifts off of Buffy's just enough that her moans echo through the hallways of Sunnydale High, and with a proud, triumphant grin, Faith lets the whole world know that this Slayer, good and bad, nice, quiet, and burning her the fuck up, belongs to her, even if she doesn't know it yet, forever.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: R/M
Challenge/Prompt: #467: Snowflake (9th in a row for tracking purposes.) and
1_million_words Word of the Day for July 2: MercurialWarning(s): None
Word Count: 1,319
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
Buffy's head tilts to one side as she examines the beaker in front of her mind, but her mind isn't in chemistry class. It's on an entirely different style of chemistry and a girl who, although she's Buffy's age, is far more mercurial than any of the chemicals in this lab. You don't have to mix chemicals together to set her off, and she's far more explosive than just fire and water.
But there's something about Faith, Buffy admits to herself, that she just can't quite shake. The girl's a walking sex and danger explosion, and she never knows which area in which Faith is going to place her. Some nights, they're fighting, and Buffy thinks there's never going to be any getting along with her. They just can't mesh. Faith takes on the world where Buffy just wants to protect her part of it. Faith takes what she wants, and Buffy, though she has the same powers as the other Slayer, just doesn't have that fire in her.
But there is a fire that Faith stirs in her. She makes her want to be something . . . something different. She knows that's not the word she wants, but she can't think of the one she does, probably because she's never felt this way before. Even with Angel, Buffy was subdued. She never pushed him to reveal his past or to take their relationship to the next step. Every time they kissed, Buffy tingled from head to toe, but with Faith, there's a whole, damn fire that threatens to consume her every time they touch.
It doesn't have to be kissing. Faith doesn't have to have her body pressed against hers or her tongue in her mind, although it's ended up there many nights after, or sometimes even during, patrol. Her lips don't have to touch her at all, or her tongue, or even her hands. Something as simple as Faith's side brushing against hers when they're rushing into battle can make Buffy hotter than she was even when she gave her virginity to Angel.
But she's trouble, Buffy tells herself again. She knows she's trouble. If she's not careful, she's going to take her down a path where she doesn't want to go. It isn't just her thinking that. Giles, Angel, and even Willow have warned her. Faith is dangerous, and if she lets herself get lured in by her, into her lifestyle, into her arms or her bed for too long, she's never going to be the same. She's no longer going to be the good Slayer; she's going to be as wild, dark, rough, and yes, even mean as Faith.
Buffy swallows and jumps as an explosion happens right before her eyes. She'd forgotten she was in chemistry, forgotten Willow was mixing their experiment, forgotten, again, everything but Faith. The girl's going to be the end of her, but she can't seem to find a way to tell her "no" or even "Hell, no" as she knows she should. That fire's drawing her, and just like a snowflake on a hot, July day, Buffy's going to melt underneath Faith.
She knows it, and it has nothing to do with them being two of a kind, as Faith has told her they are many times. It has nothing to do with Faith being everything her mom's warned her about. It has nothing to do with the fact that they turn heads wherever they go together. It's that fire that Faith has, that explosion hidden just below her beautiful and deadly surface, always waiting to explode on the unsuspecting, always waiting to knock Buffy off of her feet, always waiting to consume her very essence.
She blinks and notices Willow is staring hard at something behind Buffy's blonde head and shaking her own red head. "What?" Buffy asks.
"Nothing," Willow answers too quickly, but their teacher is already starting forward to whoever, or whatever, is behind Buffy.
"Can I help you, Miss . . . "
"No. I'm here to help somebody else." Her voice cuts through the air and sounds as though she's speaking directly into Buffy's ear. Ice sluices through the blonde Slayer's veins. It's the feeling she always gets before walking into danger, but in the very next second, she can feel the fire beginning to build again. "Miss Summers," Faith states matter-of-factly, shooting Buffy a grin as she turns to look at her, "you're wanted in the Principal's office."
"Don't," Willow whispers next to her, tugging at her sleeve, but Buffy's already moving.
She flashes a reassuring smile at the teacher and especially at Willow. "I'll be back," she speaks, but even as she says the words, a part of her's wondering if she's really reassuring them or herself. If she lets Faith get too deep into her, she'll never come back to her normal self, or to her "normal" life. If she follows her too close into the darkness, she'll lose herself, and she might very well lose everybody she loves, too, along the way.
"This is highly irregular," the teacher is saying as Buffy walks pass her. "Do you have a note or something, Miss . . . ?"
Faith shoots her a cocky grin. "Names and notes aren't needed here, lady," she replies coolly, then grabs Buffy's hand and practically snatches her out of the classroom before the Slayer can change her mind.
She spins her just out into the hallway and beyond the corner. Buffy hears the classroom door slam shut behind them, cutting off the teacher's "harrumph", just before she's slammed into the lockers. Faith's mouth is on hers before she can protest, her tongue diving hungrily down her throat.
Any amount of teachers or other students could see them here. She could be expelled or worse. She has a hard enough time keeping from flunking. She really needs that "A" in the chemistry class which Willow was going to get for them. She doesn't need to be seen with Faith not here, not now. She doesn't need --
There are a hundred things about Faith which Buffy doesn't need and another hundred for her to cut loose from her and go back into her class where she belongs. There's every reason for her to push her away and so few for her to pull her closer. Faith is a threat to everything in which Buffy believes, and she knows she's going to lose even her own self in her volatile essence.
But her thoughts are slowing as the fire between them builds. The reasons not to embrace Faith are slipping from her as Faith's hands slip further down her body. Buffy moans, and Faith grins against her mouth. She knows she has her as their fires build together into a crashing inferno.
Buffy is wary of Faith's fire, but Faith noticed Buffy's fire laying just underneath the surface of the good girl the very moment they met. She saw that fire that no one else saw, and she's wanted more of it ever since. Faith may be the volcano threatening to explode all over Buffy's world, but she's also the match, and once she has Buffy's fire burning the way she wants it, together, they're going to burn the whole damn world down, starting with this school and the small, closed minds within it.
Buffy groans again. Faith, grinning, smashes her girl further into the lockers, digs deeper, scorches hotter, buries her fingers into the soft mound hidden by Buffy's short skirt, and along the way, she makes sure the whole world knows. Her mouth lifts off of Buffy's just enough that her moans echo through the hallways of Sunnydale High, and with a proud, triumphant grin, Faith lets the whole world know that this Slayer, good and bad, nice, quiet, and burning her the fuck up, belongs to her, even if she doesn't know it yet, forever.
The End
