Have
by Mackenzie Anderson
Rating: NC-17
"I made it possible for the two of you to be together, so you sure as hell had better fuck her in front of me," Micah yelled at Buffy.
Buffy laughed. "I could kill you right now, and we both know it."
"Yeah, but you won't kill your sire," he challenged.
"I wouldn't be so sure."
Micah merely gaped at her as she plunged a stake through his heart.
"Bye bye."
With that she went to see Faith.
"You're all mine," Buffy murmured to the half-conscious slayer laying helplessly beneath her. "Forever and ever."
"You're as fucking psycho as Drusilla," Faith growled, trying to stay awake but was finding it difficult. Buffy had fed on her several times, trying to subdue her.
"Don't make me bite you again," Buffy warned.
"Giles and Red will find me and stake you," Faith said, but in her heart she didn't want Buffy to die. In some way, she liked this- liked Buffy fucking her, liked her being in control.
And the seriously fucked up part…
Buffy knew.
"Be good and I'll make it feel nice," Buffy coaxed, and as Faith hesitated, she knew she had her.
Slowly, she kissed the younger slayer, gloating to herself as the kiss was returned with passion. She kissed down her neck, nipping gently, and by Faith's small moans, she could tell this was what she liked. She moved toward her breasts, licking the sensitive skin and feeling satisfied as they quickly hardened. She bit down slightly, enjoying Faith's cry of pain, before kissing down her stomach, carefully drawing her tongue across the skin.
She moved between Faith's legs, kissing her thighs, and she could see Faith squirming, trying not to react any more than necessary.
"If you don't want this, I'll stop," Buffy said sweetly.
"No! I do…" Faith said, hating herself for giving in, but she was so wet, and Buffy was so close…
Smirking, Buffy licked between her legs, causing Faith to moan loudly. She carefully slid her tongue inside of her, not pausing until Faith's voice broke into her peace.
"Buffy…I love you."
Buffy jerked away, glaring at her. Without a word, she left the room, leaving Faith…
Cold…
Tied to the bed…
Alone.