Title: Practice Session (Challenge Response) Author: Meredian Email: mere_dythe@hotmail.com Disclaimer: They belong to Joss. And so on. Feedback: Please! Summary: Buffy, Faith, slashiness. Rating: NC-17 Notes: In response to Tali’s evil fic challenge. -----------------------------What had started as a practice session in the library had gone horribly askew. The little blonde Slayer hit the book cage, the metal jingling briskly as her weight slammed full force. Landing on the floor, she looked up, fire in her eyes.
"Bitch…" she muttered under her breath.
"What was that, B?" Faith asked, tauntingly. The taller girl stepped lightly in Buffy’s general direction, her eyes mocking the blonde mutely.
Buffy’s temper flared as she leaped to her feet. Unbuckling her belt, pulling it smoothly from her jeans, she glared at Faith. "Bitch." Her voice held a grin in it. Wrapping the belt quickly around her hand, Buffy pulled it tight.
"You don’t have the nerve," Faith said, stepping away from the other Slayer, her arms up in attack mode.
But Buffy did. She brought the belt in sidearm, cracking it sharply around the side of Faith’s butt. But the dark Slayer was faster than the whipping belt, and grabbed it before Buffy could recoil. Yanking firmly, Faith brought Buffy to her chest. She wrapped an arm around Buffy’s neck in a chokehold, pressing Buffy’s back against her breasts.
"Don’t mess with me, B, it’s no-"
Buffy silenced the other, getting a hold of her arm and flipping Faith smoothly onto the floor. The brunette let out a groan as she hit the floor. Buffy tossed her hair out of her face, smiling broadly. Feeling her beltless pants slide down her hips, the Slayer got an idea.
"So I shouldn’t mess with you, F?" Buffy asked sarcastically, putting emphasis on the "F". She places her hands on her hips, and slid her pants and underwear down in one fluid motion.
"How’s this for messing?"
Before Faith could get up, Buffy slammed down on the Slayer’s face, sliding her growing wetness over Faith’s lips. As she felt the movement below, Buffy let out a soft whimper of pleasure. A whimper that was cut off brutally as Faith’s arms snaked up and pulled Buffy downwards. The tall Slayer slammed Buffy’s face into her own crotch, shivering some as she felt the blonde’s nose rub against her clothed clitoris. The two struggled, each fighting the domination, but riding their own wave of pleasure.
They remained locked like that for a few moments… quivering in a heap of rampant hormones… until the sound of a throat clearing startled them into shocked frozenness.
The Watcher stood in the doorway to the library, his mouth gaping at the sight of two of the Chosen entwined on the cold floor.
And then he unzipped his slacks.