Red (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hellogaynow) wrote,@ 2006-07-12 00:35:00 |
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BtVS, Willow/Faith, red
From the Femslash_Today Porn Challenge.
The First may be raising an army of Turok-Han, but tonight the house is calm. An eerie calm replacing the recently inescapable girly--and terrified--chatter coming from a few dozen potential slayers preparing for battle. But the terrified potentials, their worn-out leader, and the over-experienced Scoobies are painting the town red--or brown, actually, with vampire dust. In their absence Willow is doing research and Faith is reviewing weapons. The calm, the quiet, is soothing to Willow.
To Faith it’s unnerving.
“So, uh, Red? You goin’ back to school after all this?”
It isn’t like Faith and Willow haven’t had conversations before. They talked plenty in the car on the way from LA to Sunnydale, but even still Willow’s head jerks up from her book towards Faith like instead of a question she heard a bloodcurdling scream.
“What? Oh, I-I don’t know. I guess. I-If we live, I mean.”
The floor throughout the living room is littered with sleeping bags, books on everything from mythology and demons to the Babysitter’s Club, and clothes. Counters in the kitchen display (neatly, thanks to Andrew) various kinds of chips, cookies, and sodas.
In the hallway a framed photo falls from the wall and spills glass all over the floor. A low moan echoes from one wall to another as the silence is disrupted.
Calm replaced by heat.
From up against the wall next to the staircase, with one leg propped up on Faith’s waist and three of the dark slayer’s fingers deep inside her, Willow gasps and wraps her hand further into her attacker’s hair. “Harder,” the witch whispers, and Faith obeys.
Turning her hungry sneer into a triumphant grin, Faith admits, “Red, thank god you’d had enough of that fuckin’ silence. I was ‘bout to kill myself.” In response she gets Willow’s leg pulling her closer, then, “Say it again.”
The slayer pauses. Waits.
“Call me ‘Red’ again.”
With another grin, Faith runs her tongue up the side of the pale girl’s neck, then sinks her teeth in.
“Okay, Red.”
From the Femslash_Today Porn Challenge.
The First may be raising an army of Turok-Han, but tonight the house is calm. An eerie calm replacing the recently inescapable girly--and terrified--chatter coming from a few dozen potential slayers preparing for battle. But the terrified potentials, their worn-out leader, and the over-experienced Scoobies are painting the town red--or brown, actually, with vampire dust. In their absence Willow is doing research and Faith is reviewing weapons. The calm, the quiet, is soothing to Willow.
To Faith it’s unnerving.
“So, uh, Red? You goin’ back to school after all this?”
It isn’t like Faith and Willow haven’t had conversations before. They talked plenty in the car on the way from LA to Sunnydale, but even still Willow’s head jerks up from her book towards Faith like instead of a question she heard a bloodcurdling scream.
“What? Oh, I-I don’t know. I guess. I-If we live, I mean.”
The floor throughout the living room is littered with sleeping bags, books on everything from mythology and demons to the Babysitter’s Club, and clothes. Counters in the kitchen display (neatly, thanks to Andrew) various kinds of chips, cookies, and sodas.
In the hallway a framed photo falls from the wall and spills glass all over the floor. A low moan echoes from one wall to another as the silence is disrupted.
Calm replaced by heat.
From up against the wall next to the staircase, with one leg propped up on Faith’s waist and three of the dark slayer’s fingers deep inside her, Willow gasps and wraps her hand further into her attacker’s hair. “Harder,” the witch whispers, and Faith obeys.
Turning her hungry sneer into a triumphant grin, Faith admits, “Red, thank god you’d had enough of that fuckin’ silence. I was ‘bout to kill myself.” In response she gets Willow’s leg pulling her closer, then, “Say it again.”
The slayer pauses. Waits.
“Call me ‘Red’ again.”
With another grin, Faith runs her tongue up the side of the pale girl’s neck, then sinks her teeth in.
“Okay, Red.”
