Intermission
by Nikita
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the great and
powerful Joss.
Author's Notes: This is me not studying. Again. More pointless
fic! And this one is really, really pointless. Set
after Enemies S3.
Feedback: Please!
As I walk to her door, Faith’s presence hits me like a slap in the face. It coils around my body, squeezing my throat with a death grip and making my breath come in shallow gulps. Every muscle in my body is ready for action, still warm, still alive from our last fight. The one that ended with a kiss.
It took her becoming my enemy for me to admit what I’ve lost. It took me losing her to want to let her in. That’s why I’m here.
My hand reaches out for the handle, and against my better judgement I let the door swing open. The thudding in my chest picks up speed as I see her standing there in the half-light staring straight at me.
My nerves scream internally as her eyes look me over, slowly and torturously like only someone who knows they shouldn’t, but will anyway, can. The corners of her mouth turn up slightly in a smirk as her eyes come to rest on my face, and I realise that she knows why I am here better than I do. Suddenly, I don’t want to talk.
Our eyes never break contact as I step in slowly to her apartment. She doesn’t say a word, doesn’t look frightened, doesn’t look surprised. We’re playing her game now, and she knows it.
It was only a matter of time.
Suddenly her body is tight against mine and the only reason I know the door is closed is because I am pinned against it. Her arms hold mine over my head and she looks into my eyes like a wild animal looks at its prey. A look filled with power. A look filled with hunger. This is when I should push her back, but she knows I won’t. I know I won’t.
Her lips press hard against mine, and my mouth opens seemingly of its own accord, granting her access which she would have taken anyway. Her hands let mine go, sliding firmly, harshly down my body, over my breasts and between my legs and up again. It takes me a moment to realise that mine are doing the same.
And then we’re on the floor, clothes ripped off, our bodies rolling over and over each other, still fighting, even during this act. Mouths, hands, skin, all connect with the feeling of fire. Finally she pins me down and her mouth begins to nip at my breast. Pain is mixed with pleasure as she sends sparks through my body, and as her fingers enter me, my nails tear up her back, her blood coating my hands. She growls against me, but never stops, and my own fingers find their way to her slick centre.
We slide against each other, our eyes locked, our breathing ragged, daring each other to give in first. After what feels like seconds and hours, I feel her tighten around my fingers, and she bites into my shoulder, her teeth ripping my flesh as she comes. The sound of her groans and one more hard thrust is enough to send me over the edge too, and my body tenses once before releasing the tension building there for months.
Our breathing, slowly becoming stable, is the only sound in the room. We lie on the floor in each other’s blood and sweat, legs and arms wrapped around each other, our eyes closed. All too soon she’ll move and I’ll leave, and we’ll be enemies again, instead of what we are now. Whatever that is.
She doesn’t look at me, doesn’t say anything. After a moment, she just gets up and grabs her clothes, and walks to the bathroom. I pull myself up, feeling stark and cold without her body covering mine, and pull on what’s left of my clothes. I hear the shower start, and I almost give in to the urge to join her. To see if this could work.
But I don’t. Because this was just sex. To call it anything more would be far too dangerous.
I walk towards the door, and hear her faintly in the distance, her presence already fading.
“See you at Graduation.”
Sighing, I close the door and turn back to reality. Back to being enemies.