Poetry in Motion
by SwaySlayer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a degree in Journalism.
Author’s Notes: This is quite possible, the most inane thing I have ever
written, but I’m hungover, I’ve had four hours of sleep and this entire fic
came to be on account of me drinking an orange flavoured energy drink (that
didn’t work) and pondering why nothing rhymes with ‘orange’.
Dedication: To Sammy and piper who were beginning to worry that I’d never
come out of my angsty phase.
Feedback: Of all the addictions I have, this one is my favourite.
“Hey B," she said and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the light, “Let’s find the fun and dance our way into the black of night.” Said blonde to brunette “I’ll see you five and raise you another four,” Said brunette to blonde “It’s five by five and now you know the score.” Enveloped in sweat and heat and touch, two bodies met as one, Pulsating to the thumping bass and the rhythm of the drum. Fire and ice, light and dark, they garnered every stare, Entrancing every human being with a casual flick of hair. Said B to Faith “I’m having fun. I like it here with you,” And Faith replied in smoky tones “There’re more fun things to do.” The moment passed and once again, the beat drowned out the air, Focussing on a deadly, heated, sexy Slayer pair. “A drink!” she cried and took once more, the hand she loved to hold, dragging the pouty-looking blonde and forcing her to be bold. “A shot!” she shouted determinedly and slapped a bill on the bar, hoping that it would do the trick and carry her strategy far. Her face was met with a quizzical look and an unmistakable glare, But quickly followed by a goofy smile and a wink that said “I dare”. In one swift motion the offered drinks were knocked back Slayer throats, The blonde choking loudly and spluttering while the brunette simply gloats. “Not so tough, are ya B?” she says as she orders another, And the blonde is stumped and jumps into action beginning with “Your mother…” Faith is tickled and she makes it known that B never missed her calling, For her jokes and insults and witty banter can only be called appalling. Three rounds later the music beckons and again they’re on the floor, Thrashing and grinding and goading and urging the other to break the law. The blonde is weakening and Faith just smiles in a mostly primal way, Thinking “I may be wrong, but I believe right now, that this is as good as a slay.” Hand on hip, eyes of coal lock onto emerald greens, Conveying something other than normal platonic means. B’s eyes go wide as she feels Faith touch and her mouth drops open wide As Faith bends down to whisper in her ear “Tell me how you feel inside.” There’s blushing and breathing from the shorty’s side as she tries to find the word, And the rogue is praying to The Powers That Be that it’s something she’s never heard. Says Faith to B as she feels her breath “You’ve got the choice to say no,” But says B to Faith as she takes her lips “Not with that tickle down below.” The stares increase in the cloying room but the pair remain oblivious, To nothing else but each others’ touch and a look that’s purely lascivious. Deciding that privacy is an intelligent plan, they make their way to the door, Trailing behind them a scent of lust that envelops the tiny floor. Faith looks at B with an evil grin and shatters the door into splinters, Picking her up and carrying her out to the town that never has winters. B just giggles and holds on tightly to the girl that smells like cinnamon, Taking in her skin and her jet-black eyes that qualify as a phenomenon. She traces her fingers over ruby lips and a soft moan follows her action, And she gasps in delight as her tongue is sought out with a burning amount of attraction. Faith sets her down gently and traces her features with hands that are calloused and worn, From staking and slaying and numerous years of a life spent so forlorn. “Angel”, B murmurs as her hands slide under Faith’s shirt, And the brunette draws back to show a face of futility and hurt. B just smiles and shakes her head, caressing her partner’s face, Tucking a strand behind her ear, saying “No one can take your place.” Says Faith to B “You loved him B. He was your only one” “You silly girl”, says B to her “It’s my heart that you’ve won.” “You captured it with your sexy smile and the way you can see through, The walls I built around myself, and that’s why I love you.” “Love?” says Faith and holds her chest for fear of losing her sanity, And “Yes” says Buffy, laughing at Faith who looks like she’s heard a profanity. “Now say it back with added gusto or I swear I’ll kick your ass” And Faith replies with a sizzling kiss “Now, *that*, my love, is class.” And into the night the Slayers go, at peace with the world at last, The memories of their ancient times, left to dwell in the past. The future remains to be tasted and touched by the love of two strong women, And come hell or highwater this destined affair will be hard to place in ruins. Take heed all you lovers, and listen to my words, for not all is what you see, But take comfort in the world of the Chosen Two: trust the love of Faith and B.