Life is a Dancefloor
by Christal
Rating: R

Disclaimer: Not mine, they never were and they never will be.
Warnings: F/F dancing and naughtyness.
Setting: Between (end of season 2) and "Anne."
Thanks: Special thanks goes to my Saralee, who went above and beyond to help me find the right leather jacket and hairclip. I don't have a fashion vocabulary, and she is the master of the google!!!
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Buffy's POV:

Another night in my crappy apartment. Following another crappy day at work. It's the same routine I had followed everyday since leaving for L.A. in May. Every now and then I changed it up – a week ago I had gone to a party after work with one of my new co-workers, but the girl quit two days later. On my first day off I wound up walking just to get out and found Starbucks. The cappuccino guy had been cute, and I had had one too many mochas, and it ended in a quick make-out session out back during his break. He gave me his number; I gave him some number I made up.

But tonight I'm home again. Home, whatever that was. I don't want to be here, not tonight. I've been antsy lately, haven't slayed in more than a week. But it wasn't like there was a graveyard right around the corner like back ho…

Anyways, the first time I had tried to patrol, a cop stopped me, convinced I was a drunk, or a druggie… probably both. After allowing him an arm check, and even taking a breathalyzer test, the cop left. Getting back into his shiny new car, which looked seriously out of place in the run down streets surrounding us, he warned me that the streets were no place for a young girl at night.

"You should be afraid of the freaks out here," he said as he pulled off.

I watched him go, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. "The freaks are afraid of me."

But tonight I wanted to forget, to just get out of my skin. I knew of this club nearby, a teen club with bad techno and even worse pick-up lines, but at least it was dancing and crowds of strangers. I didn't have work tomorrow, so I could sleep in. I wound up thinking things over in the shower and made my decision as I looked at myself in the mirror.

"One night, no regrets. Just have fun and give in to the moment. Brain, take the night off."

I dried and fixed my hair. I had decided to put it up with my new butterfly hairknot clip. Fingering several strands on either side of my face, I pulled them free and let them hang.

Looking through what little clothes I had and the few outfits I had splurged on in the past few months, I decided to go all out. Fuck it. If I was going to go all out, with no regrets and looking for some fun, I was damn well going to dress the part.

Foregoing panties, I pulled on a pair of thigh-high stockings. A dark brown leather skirt that was a couple inches beyond short came next, and then a matching leather tube top that barely covered an inch below my breasts. I completed the ensemble with my new leather jacket.

It was A-lined, belted and the leather was a glazed brown. I thought looked better left open. I liked the way it emphasized my flat stomach without showing too much. All I needed now was some killer footwear.

An hour later, with a few bucks tucked away in the inside pocket of my jacket, I, Buffy Anne Summers, was on the prowl – ready for dancing, unsafe noise levels, and whoever the evening brought me to. I was out looking for trouble.

*****

Faith's POV:

I was restless and I needed some kind of release. Running from that Kakistos bastard is a bitch, and the abandoned apartment complex I'm sleepin' in ain't exactly The Ritz.

So tonight's for me, hell it could be my last so why not live it up?

I came across this place, some teen club. Not usually my scene, too many wannabe's playin' at a lifestyle they will leave as soon as mommy and daddy call on the cell. But it makes a hell of a story to tell everyone at the prep school come Monday morning.

Anyways, it was the only thing in sight, and I had a problem – it was 9 p.m. and I was still very much sober. So I went in. Teen Clubs almost always assured a good one-night stand, what with the college pervs looking for a barely legal thrill.

At the bar I got my first surprise of the night. An old friend was bartending, one of the few one-nighters I remember… and fondly too. He had been a good sport, and was hung like a fuckin' horse!

I sat down at the bar, and he smiled when he saw me.

"Didn't know you were in L.A," he said as his hands hovered over the glasses.

"How much?" I asked.

He grinned. Fuck, I knew that grin. I just wasn't in the mood for dick tonight.

"On the house," he said, still grinning.

Well if he was dumb enough to get his hopes up…

"Bottle, hate tap," I replied, motioning to the mini fridge filled with long-necked Buds.

He grabbed it and even popped the top for me. Huh, funny, a couple weeks ago I was poppin' his.

Lost in a bit of nostalgia I turned and took a drag from the bottle. He went to tend to another customer.

My eyes searched the crowds looking for someone old enough to have stopped watching Barney by now, but the pickins were slim. And the crap they were blarin' on the dance floor, it was a crime against humanity. If only the DJ woulda been a vamp, then I coulda just staked him and felt better about making the world a better place. What the hell had I been thinkin' coming in here?

I was just about to get up and leave when she walked in. A beautiful blonde sex goddess, with a bod I could worship for hours.

I took another drag from my beer so I didn't look too obvious, but I never took my eyes off her as she scoped the place out. She was older than some of the kids in here, but she didn't look too old. And the outfit was killer.

I took another sip and nearly choked when she turned around, giving me a full view of her costume.

Cause that's what it was – a costume. It was painfully obvious. This wasn't her normal scene, or her normal choice of apparel. But it looked like baby wanted to live another life for the night, and by god who was I to deny her that right? I mean, shit, who hasn't wanted to be someone else at some point. To just totally and completely rebel, and have no one know it was you come the next day. If you find someone who disagrees, they're a fuckin' liar.

But anyways, back to the blonde bombshell. She turned around, looking for something, or maybe someone, and I nearly died. The skirt she had on had to be illegal. It was so damn short, and her thighs... Mmm, what I could do to those thighs. The skirt barely made it over this cute little ass she had. It was perfectly round, and was begging for a good bite.

She took off her jacket, and I fell back onto the barstool. Her top was barely covering her. She was like Jane of the jungle… ok actually it was more like Jenna Jameson of the jungle, but it was serving its purpose. She was there to flirt and tease, to exert those feminine wiles upon every unsuspecting dope around, and when she was too riled up to ignore it anymore, she would leave with whoever she fancied.

Well, I just had to make sure I was that dope she chose.

I put my beer down as I watched her weave in and out of the crowds of people. I smirked, another obvious sign it was a teen club. It was packed full of people but everyone was stuck in their own little cliques. This girl though, she didn't belong to any of them. She managed to get through the sea of bodies and find the one table that was free, and hadn't already been puked on.

I grabbed my beer again and took another sip. I had time, she had just gotten here and it was obvious she would be for a while. She ordered something… it looked pinkish. Ick, girlie drink probably. But what I wouldn't give to be that glass, with her lips sucking away at me.

I shivered. I had to slow the mental pictures before I worked myself up too much. No sense in rushing things.

I turned to order another beer, but what's his name had gone for his break. Damn, I needed him so I wouldn't get carded. I guess the beer would have to wait then. I asked for a glass of water, just so I had an excuse to stay on my stool. It was the perfect spot to watch her.

I turned once again to watch her sip her drink, and I panicked. She wasn't at her table, not even her jacket. I tried to scan the crowd, but I couldn't find her. Fuck, she must have gotten bored and left. I scanned the groups a little more, maybe I had just overlooked. As I got closer and closer to the door, I felt my hopes being dashed. I didn't even see someone who remotely looked like her.

Suddenly a piercing screech rang through the club. I covered my ears and looked up to the stage to see what the hell was going on. It was some kid, drunk, decided he needed to take a piss and got his directions mixed up. The bouncer was taking care of him now. The DJ was trying to make light of the situation, and went to a new track.

As I watched the bouncer try to handle the kid through the throng of people, I spotted her. She had made her way onto the dance floor, and sadly enough she had put the jacket back on. Well, I'd be taking it off again for her soon enough.

As the music started up again I saw that she had made a few friends. She was dancing with some blond-haired ken doll, complete with perfect teeth and the best tan money could buy. I wrinkled my nose; that couldn't be her type, could it? Had I totally pegged her wrong?

She danced with him for a minute or so, and then he spun her, and she used it to twirl around into some other guy's arms. This one was dark-haired, and a total honey. Hell, had I been in the mood, I coulda settled for him by the end of the night. As she danced with him I watched as this waaay-too-young, I'm-so-gothic-I am-beyond-cool, chick grooved up behind my eye candy.

This was the moment of truth of course, when I found out whether this sex goddess was open-minded, or if she just drove stick. The little girl got up right behind her and put her arms around my girl's waist. She stopped and looked a bit confused. For a second I thought I was going to have to find someone else to go home with tonight, but then I realized the she had just been surprised. She had been so busy dancing that she hadn't noticed the kid comin' up from behind. But soon the fog cleared and she was grooving between the two of them.

She looked so hot, sandwiched between the two of them. She would look even hotter sandwiched between me and a mattress of course, but the night was young.

I got up from my spot, forgetting about that beer I was going to get, and made my way onto the dance floor. The DJs had switched and so the music had gotten a little better. It wasn't great, but it was an improvement. I decided it was time to make my move, and it started with just getting my own groove started.

I closed my eyes and let the beat wash over me. Soon I could feel it in every pore of my body, that drive to become one with the melody, to become the song. Before I knew it I was sandwiched between two guys. I looked around, and once I spotted her I plotted my course and began to dance my way over. Making sure I wasn't too obvious, I stopped every now and then to dance with whomever was near.

But always I kept my eyes on her.

As I got closer she glanced my way. So she had noticed me. This was my chance, so I put on a little show. I turned around, putting my partner to my back so that I could see her. When I was sure she was watching I raised my arms to run my fingers through my hair, inching my shirt up just a little more. I was testing the waters, hoping this would tease her enough to mosey on over.

Sure enough she bought it, and I noticed her making her way over. Unfortunately she had another model-perfect dumb jock glued to her damn hip. I decided to meet her halfway, and started to make my way over to her as well, complete with my own pest who just wouldn't take the hint. Hey, at least we would have something in common to talk about.

We managed to finally meet, and she smiled at me. She smiled at me, jeez that sounded like we had met each other on the sidewalk and she asked for the time. She smiled, but it was the sexiest smile I had ever seen. Her eyes looked me over. Wow, so baby really did want to play.

I smiled back, all playful and flirtatious. I had a feeling this one wouldn't respond too well if I dominated right off the back. She would just have to learn her place later tonight.

We played it out perfectly. We used the guys to get near each other, and then turned so that we faced each other. For a while we were stuck like that, dancing face to face but with this gap, and the two morons all grabby at our waists. But then the music changed, and I took the opportunity to wrap my own arm around her waist. The beat had changed, and the perfect song came on. I'm telling ya, it was fuckin' destiny.

The DJ switched songs. He must have been new because it wasn't smooth at all. He needed to work on his transitions more. But he put on a great new track, one I had heard not too long ago. I think the chick's name was Ashley, or maybe it was Amber. Whatever the artist's name was, the song was called Sexual, and this girl was definitely sexual. Her movements were smooth and it seemed as if the music was pumping right through her.

She followed my lead, and soon our pesky counterparts had decided to take a step back and watch instead. They were probably burning this moment into their brains for a month's worth of jerking off. But at that moment I didn't give a shit. All I cared about was this gorgeous creature in my arms, moving perfectly in sync with my own gyrations. As the song went on she got more comfortable with me. She leaned in and put her arms around my neck.

This girl was pure sex on a stick, and sparks were definitely flying as she grinded against me to the beat. I leaned in close to her neck, gave it a quick nip, and was bombarded by the smell –the essence – that was this girl. It all made for a heady experience.

When I pulled back I could see doubt in her eyes. Uh oh, maybe I acted too soon. I had gotten carried away and taken control too soon.

I waited, backing up a little to give her some room, but not letting her go. I gave her the control, something I don't normally do, and I let her make the decision.

*****

Buffy POV:

I hadn't noticed her until she was not five feet away. She turned to look my way, and like I hadn't noticed her little dance of the rising shirt.

Totally smooth, this girl. I had never seen her before, and likely wouldn't again after this night.

Well, I had told myself to just go with the flow, to just do what I felt. At that moment I was feeling a rush watching her dance just for me, and I felt like dancing with her. So I did.

I had stuck mainly to the boys; although that one girl was just… well I hadn't expected her to do that. But I didn't want to be the dud of the night so I just danced. Eventually she left me alone to find someone more interesting, and hopefully closer to her age. The boys that had come to play were nice and cute and all, but none of them looked older than fifteen. Except for this one guy who was old enough to remember the "good ol' days"-- gross.

But this girl, she was dark-haired and kinda butch. It was a nice, feminine butch though. She had this aura about her, very predatorial, dangerous. It was exactly what I had been looking for tonight… only I had been expecting it in the male form.

It's not like I'm totally close-minded on the subject, but I had never fancied myself to swing that way. I liked boys. But there was something about this girl that drew me to her. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I smiled when we finally managed to make our way to each other.

Then I did something I never did before.

I totally checked her out.

I mean completely, I looked her up and down, from top to bottom. And I liked what I saw. Maybe it was the insistent beat of the music, or the intimate setting of a hundred strange bodies slammed against each other. Or maybe it was the drink I had conned the waiter out of with a flip of my hair and the attention I paid him. Whatever it was, I was feeling something for this dark beauty before me. As the music and rhythm changed, the girl had managed to snake her arm around my waist. I didn't complain and went with the flow of things.

She had set an easy pace, and soon even our dance partners had left us to succumb to the pulsing beat.

It was weird. I never in a million, gazillion years would have done something like this with a girl. It was like I was watching from outside my body, but could feel everything that happened. It was so electrifying, and I found myself caught up in the moment. So I wrapped my arms around her neck and changed our pace up a bit. Soon we were grinding up against one another, and it felt great.

Everything was fine, I was in complete control, could stop it when I wanted to, when she threw me a curve ball. She had leaned in, and I thought it was to tell me something over the roar of dance floor. But instead she dipped down and nibbled on my neck.

Uhhmm, hold a minute. I wasn't ready for that one. I didn't say she could do that!

I stopped, my brain trying to force its way in and tell me the logical thing to do. And then I saw it, in her eyes. She was upset, figured she must have blown it.

I shook my head and made my brain go away again. I had told it to take the night off, and I had meant it. I smiled back at her, and motioned that we should make our way off the dance floor. The song had changed, and I wasn't particularly fond of the new one the DJ started to spin.

I led her out of the mass of sweaty bodies, holding onto her hand so that we weren't pulled apart. It wasn't until we had gotten to a place where we could breathe that I noticed I had taken us right to the exit door. I stopped and pondered on this a sec. Was it some cosmic force playing with my life? Or merely irony giving me things to ponder at night instead of getting my beauty sleep?

I looked up from this new perplexity in my life to notice my dance partner smiling at me, leering. Leering? Did girls leer? And who said she could leer at me! What if I wanted to leer at her? How would she like to become the leeree instead of the leerer.

Ugh, my head hurt. I put my free hand to my head and she must have noticed, cause she took me outside. As the door opened I smiled at the burst of hot air that greeted us. Good old California, nothing like a little heat stroke to cap off the night.

I moved off to the side to get out of the way of more kids trying to get in. The girl came with me, and she looked a bit concerned.

"Sorry, just a bit dizzy. It got kinda intense in there."

Boy, that was the understatement of the year. But that's me, queen of the understating.

"No prob, was getting a little too crowded for me anyway," she said.

I liked her voice, low and husky. It matched her image.

She glanced around and then asked, "Which way?"

I looked at her confused, was I supposed to know what she was talking about?

"Which way is your place. You're looking a little pasty, so I figured I would help you get back and all."

I smiled, "That's ok, I can manage."

"No, really, it's cool. Besides, who knows what kind of psychos are out there," she persisted.

"No, I can…" but I couldn't continue my protest cause the world swam around me then, and I lost my footing as I tried to straighten up. "Ok, maybe a little helpage is in order."

I conceded defeat. I was just too hot and lightheaded from our little show to walk on my own. And definitely that drink had something to do with it.

I pointed to the right, and then wrapped an arm around her waist as we walked back to my apartment. We walked in silence, but my brain was buzzing a million times a minute. I kept noticing these small things about her, and I was very sensitive to her movements.

Soon my thoughts turned to what would happen when we got to my apartment. Would I just walk in, tell her thank you, and shut the door in her face? It seemed the smart thing to do, but I didn't want to be smart.

My body was telling me something different, and it was kind of scary. I could end it with a small kiss. I mean, I had experimented back at my old school once, and it could be a great way to…

And then all brain functions stopped as I felt her fingers on my skin. While we were walking my jacket had gotten pushed aside, and her fingers were now on my bare flesh, just below where my top ended. I shivered at the contact, not realizing until then how much I had wanted it.

We were coming to my door now, and I had no clue what I was going to do.

*****

Faith POV:

So she started looking pretty bad. It must have been the atmosphere. We were all sweaty from the dancing, and then the sheer amount of bodies we were surrounded by was overwhelming.

I offered to take her home, and of course she's the independent type. But when she almost fell just standing up she knew she needed me.

Huh, that was a new one.

So we were walking along, all silent like and all, and I could tell the wheels behind those beautiful green eyes were just turning away, trying to decide what she was gonna do with me. I had to act fast, or risk losing her and a night of fun. She didn't even notice me slowly inching her jacket back until my fingers grazed her skin.

It was electric, and it brought her out of her thoughts. And I felt it, that shiver. That flesh on flesh contact, now I knew she was craving it. If I played my cards right I'd be enjoying a couple different pleasures of her flesh in just a few minutes.

We came to her apartment door. It was the do or die now. She turned to look at me.

"Well this is it," she whispered and smiled at me.

So suddenly she was all shy. I played along.

"Yeah, I guess so. Looks nice," I said, trying to keep her talking to me.

"Yeah. So uh, thanks for helping me get back and all."

"No prob."

She looked at her door and then back at me, like it was my turn again.

I hated this part. The uncomfortable I don't know part, where the night was either made or killed. Aw fuck it, I never was one for niceties.

I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. I got within an inch or two of her lips and stopped to breathe in her essence again. It was like a drug, and I wanted the addiction. Then I attacked, and was pleasantly surprised by her willing and pliant mouth. I ran my tongue over her lower lip before diving in, and soon I had her tongue in my mouth, battling it out with my own.

This girl was wild. She had gone from this shy, inexperienced little girl to coy temptress in less than three seconds.

When we finally pulled away, both panting from depleted oxygen and a rise in our hormone levels, she looked at me with those eyes again. Oh yeah, I had her.

She pulled a key out of her jacket pocket.

"You wanna come in for a drink?"

I smiled. Hell yeah baby, a drink and maybe later you screamin' my name over and over again.

"I'd love to. I'm Faith, by the way."

She smiled, "I'm… I'm Kate."

Kate? Eh, yeah, sure honey, if you want to be Kate tonight that's what I'll call you.

The End