Take
by Mackenzie Anderson
Rating: NC-17

Soft… she snuggled deeper into the silken sheets, sighing and preparing to drift back into sleep when her eyes shot open. She didn't have silk sheets on her bed. She wouldn't be caught dead with that preppy expensive shit.

"So you're finally awake," a voice commented, and Faith started to sit up. Blinking, she came to her senses as she realized that she was tied to the bed.

"What the fuck?" she exclaimed, yanking at the rope and expecting it to give.

A soft laugh came from the doorway. "I accounted for your slayer strength, Faith."

Faith stopped struggling. She recognized that voice, would anywhere. "Buffy."

"Glad to know you still remember me," Buffy commented, stepping toward her. Faith cringed.

"What the hell happened to you, B?"

Buffy continued moving toward her, ignoring her question. She hoisted herself onto the bed and carefully straddled the younger slayer. As Faith finally saw Buffy's face, she resisted from screaming, yanking as hard as she possibly could at her bondage.

"What, you don't find me sexy anymore?" Buffy sneered.

"You're a vampire!"

Buffy shrugged. "And finally doing whatever the fuck I want." She slowly smirked. "Which begins…" She grabbed the top of Faith's tank top and ripped it down the middle, and Faith cringed beneath her. "with me…" She grabbed the zipper of Faith's leather pants and yanked them down. "fucking you."

"B, think about this," Faith warned. "You're straight, remember?"

Buffy laughed, a hollow, bitter sound. "I was never straight, F. I just hid it better than you."

"Hid what?" Faith asked, getting exasperated, less scared and more defensive.

Buffy leaned closer to her, whispering in her ear. "My feelings for you."

As Faith gaped at her, unmoving, Buffy took the opportunity to tear Faith's thong off of her.

"Buffy, stop it!" Faith demanded, getting uncomfortable-and hating the fact that she was turned on. How could she not be with a chick as hot as Buffy sitting on top of her naked body?

"Why the fuck would I want to do that?" Buffy asked, trailing a finger down her chest. "I'm glad you didn't wear a bra," she idly commented as she slowly lowered her lips to Faith's breast.

Faith whimpered, trying not to moan, and Buffy's smirk widened. "You've never even kissed me, B, and you want to fuck me? That's moving too fast-I at least kiss my dates before we fuck."

"A kiss is what you want?" Buffy pulled her head toward her and kissed her roughly, a fang digging into Faith's lip and drawing blood. She hungrily licked the blood from her and then smiled slowly as she lowered her lips to Faith's neck. "You won't feel this; I promise," she smirked.

Faith gasped as Buffy plunged a finger inside of her, relentlessly thrusting it in and out of her, then quickly adding a second, then a third finger. She moaned, enjoying it despite it all. She'd always wanted Buffy, but not like this.

"Buffy, stop," she said, trying to suppress her desire.

"That's not what you want," Buffy cooed as she continued.

"B, I'm not kidding," she said angrily.

"There's the Faith I know," Buffy said. "You're the one who taught me. Want. Take. Have." With those words, she bit.

Faith screamed, caught between excruciating pain and orgasm, and Buffy started to feed as her fingers busily worked.

"No!" she screamed, but Buffy didn't listen.

Not that time…

Or the next…

Or the time after that…

...continued in Have...