TWINS






”Coffee?”
”No thank you! I’ll just sit here and…wait!”
”Ok”
” You don’t mind if I sit on your desk, do you?”
” … ”
” I take that as a yes.”

Why, did I put on this dress? No reson for it…Except. Being here. Smelling her. Intentionally come early, just to sit here. Kicking my legs, my long, black heels against the wodden desk. To watch dream-girl follow my movements, the rythmical kicking, with her eyes.
Those beautiful hazel eyes.
I wish I knew what she was thinking. If she’s afraid of me…I guess she is. Murder and all that. Does she know that I knew Angel wouldn’t be here? And if so, is she happy to see me?
How can i explain the kick I got, just by watching her. Her swan like neck, so full of grace. Her killer legs and her Oh, so tempting bossom.
Can’t help but lick my lips, can she see the greed in me? The passion burning between my tighs?
Or is she blind? Maybe bad girls doesn’t hunger for her in her pretty,little world?! Tell me kitten, what about a rough slayer, having a party between your parted legs. Would’ve been fun, wouldn’t it?

…having a may queen between your parted legs, you would have liked that wouldn’t you? Oh, I burn slayer…If you only knew! Your lips are so red, and so moist! Great to see you wear something feminin, makes me drool even more. Be calm Cordelia! Be calm!
How can I not look at her? That tight, black little dress is screaming to me. And her milky skin looks so soft. Would love to touch it, see her eyes crumble into small cat’s eyes. Being my queen…Oh yes you would. Her eyes are shiny when she’s looking at me. Could it mean something?

Be a sign? Oh, god I hope so! And Idon’t! I don’t know. I’m shaking, my hands are like nervous little birds…That woman is scarely tempting. Just want to…Touch! Wonder if she and Angel ever…No! Wont think about it! Red dragons are filling my head. If she ever…

”So…How is Angel?”
” He’s fine! Just fine!”
” And business?”
”Fine too…Well, could have been better, actually. ”
”Oh!”

…Touches me like that I’ll probably melt like butter. Nothing left. She can brings sunshine into my head. It’s scary.
She’s special, oh yes! She’s like someone I would love to hold, to let my tongue trace. To fill my mouth with…Her skin, her hair, her cute, little lobe…And yes! That mouth! That tongue. That flirty little tongue of hers playing hide and seek between her lips. Slightly parted, just like me, just by thinking of her.
Having her with me out on the town, god I would’ve been proud. Being my girl and all that. Wont happen, you stupid cow….Want to stop my brain from playing this theme, it wont bring me anything but headacke, and a broken heart…

Because those, black eyes will never call on me in love. Wont burn towards me in passion. Does she know I would be like a puppet on a string, dancing where she wanted me to, if only she would let me? How much I want her mouth to close over mine?
Going out with her, God I would’ve been proud, being her girl and all that. I would’ve been safe, in a scary kind of way. Princess with a dangerous lover, just like in the novels I used to read, when i still were allowed to be shallow. Before destiny decided to send lots of demons, vampires, hellmouths, and Faith! My way!
Wonder if she likes my dress. I picked it specially for her, knew she was coming, on her ”day off” from prison, didn’t know I was supposed to entertain her,
though…Can’t think of anything to say…Now she’s probably thinking I’m stupid. Oh my god! Suddenly I’m looking for a way to escape. But there’s no way
without…Touching…Her. She’s starring at me. Do I look funny? Can she smell me? Not the perfume, but me? My lust? What a shame!
Can’t help it…She so close…

…That if I just bent over I could kiss her. Right now! In my dreams she softens, she’s leaning herself towards me and moans, in my dreams her fingers ae caressing my shoulder with one hand, and the other one is in my hair. Her breast are heavy in my palm, and I find that little knott of pleasure attached to it, pinching it a little through her blouse. And we kiss:::We kiss until we’re on the floor, my body wrapped around hers, and her breath is heavy. Her eyes wide open, because she wants to see me, and there are no others in her life, nobody else that she wants! Just me…And she’s whispering my name.
Her hands are curling up to two small, hard balls. Fist…Open…Fist…Open. Why is she so nervous. Does she want me to leave? I smile…
Wanted it to be calming, probably wasn’t. Probably was a hunter’s smile, just when it’s spotted a dear.
A beautiful, graceful deer. Elegant and…Soft…Makes me the…

…Wolf, a savage, untaimed force of nature. Or a wild horse, black! And it wants me to ride it! But it’s scary too.
Even if it’s silky, shiny, it’s still nature!
And I have no idea how to ride it! How to taime it…But that’s a part of the whole Faith- package, isn’t it? The unexpected. The excitement…If she only wanted me! Sometimes I dream, that I get incredibly drunk! And without knowing how it happened i wake up with her. Naked, in a bed. Smelling faith all around me. And she turns to me and says something like ”good morning, lover!” No decisions would have to be made. It would just happen, like magic!
Wonder what she looks like…Under those clothes. If her nipples are dark or light. Purple or pink. Or like chocolate.
Does she scream when she comes? Or does she moan silently, like me? I want to control the center of her pleasure…Be in charge of her emotions.

…She’s blushing. Wonder what that means. She’s probably thinking of some guy…Or Angel…NO! I wont even think of it, hot dragons are filling my head. Nobody should touch her. Nobody should come near her, but me! I’m the only one who will give her justice. Worship her like she deserves. God, Cordy! I would have treated you SO well! If you only accepted, adopted my passion for you…And…
Who am I kidding?! Love isn’t for me, never has been. I must stop fooling myself! Emotional traps. Only hurts….Badly!

” So…How’s prison!?”
” uh…It’s ok! You get used to it!”

…”How’s prison”?!!! Now she definately thinks I’m stupid! Great Cordy! What a great actress you are!
I have to focus. I have to deal…this is killing me!
She traced my body with her eyes, dwelled a moment by the clift between my breast. Female jealousy, nothing more than that! Can’t be…And yet, a spark in her dark eyes…Could it be? No…It wouldn’t!
Stop it Cordelia, you’ll only get hurt.
She makes me so voulunerable…I feel weak. Insecure, in the worst of ways. Iæ’m nothing compared to her! She’s a goddess! She’s a slayer fo heavens! With much more pride and grace than Buffy ever had!
What am I? A failure!
But if she wanted me, I’d be a star! Her love would lift me above, all and everything! Like fireworks!
A burning star! For her!

A burning star for her!
What’s wrong with me?
What about see, want, take?
Ìt just doesn’t help when it comes to Cordelia. She’s everything I ever wanted. And a little more.
There’s so much unspoken in her. So much she doesn’t say. She’s kind and goodhearted, with a raw edge, that I love. Her admireable shallowness, and sometimes rude, and almost mean humor…She’s strong, she’s tough! And I so do wish that she…
Oh, Cordelia…Only the smell of her…
She drives me crazy!
Pounding blood and heavy breath.
God, I want this woman!
Screaming, teasing, moaning...

….With pleasure!
Tasting that little hot spot between her tighs, playing with my tongue. A slayer in my power…neat!
God, is it visible?
Can she see my heat!
I’m dying here!
Sweating.
Wanting.
Her.
I have to get up!

” Sorry!”
” I’ll move!”
” No…Whops! Sorry! Did it hurt!”
” That’s ok! But your kind of having your elbow in my tummy…”
”Sorry I…Oh God, I torn you dress!”
” It’s ok!
” No! Let me see…I!”
”…..”

” Cordelia!”
Low and dark, husky voice

”Faith!”
A whisper. A silent, passionate scream



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