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Entry tags:
Sharp: Buffy: Fic: Tempted
Title: Tempted
Fandom: Buffy
Rating: M
Length: 540
Content notes: Buffy/Faith, Vampires, Dark, Character Death
Author's notes: For the Femslash52 prompt "Temptation", the 100Ships prompt "Blush", the Ladies Bingo prompt "Chiaroscuro", which I interpreted by playing with the light and dark inside Slayers
Summary: Faith's got Buffy all chained up again, and this time she's going to give the other Slayer what she needs
"Come on, B," Faith purred in her ear. She was circling her; Buffy could feel the other girl's eyes on her and resisted the urge to turn her head to track Faith's movements. "You can't tell me you've never been… tempted?"
"Never," Buffy snapped back. She lunged towards Faith, but the chains that bound her held firm. This wasn't like before, when Angel had left the shackles open, allowing her to pretend. This time she was well and truly captured.
Faith captured Buffy's chin in her firm, cool grip and tilted her face up. "Wow, I can't tell if you're lying to me, or only to yourself," Faith taunted.
Buffy closed her eyes, willing the other girl's words could be shut out so easily. She hated how well they knew each other. Hated how Faith could know what was in her heart without Buffy saying a word. "Never," she repeated softly.
Faith licked a trail up her neck, and Buffy flinched away from it. "Now, that's just insulting," she murmured. "I go to all this trouble to seek you out, and you say 'no'?"
Buffy bit her lip, but didn't reply, afraid of what words might cross her lips. She could already feel the blush rising up her neck, and she hoped that Faith couldn't see it in the darkness.
"Although," Faith reeled back, the warm presence against Buffy's shoulders vanishing. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You've been turning me down since the day I met you, haven't you? 'No, I won't go slay with you, Faith.' 'No, you can't share my Watcher, my friends, or my life, Faith.' 'Anything that's made for a slayer is mine, not yours, Faith.' And now you think you can tell me 'no' again?"
Without warning Faith was back, her lips brushing against the shell of Buffy's ear. Buffy bit back a whimper as heat rushed through her.
"I don't actually need your permission this time, B. I tried playing nice, like always. And, just like always, you tried to pretend that you didn't want this. But I know better. I can see you blushing, and I can smell how much you want me. So! I think it's about time for me to give you what you need, even if you want to pretend otherwise."
Before Buffy could protest again, sharp fangs sank into her neck from behind. Like the other times, she felt her blood being sucked out, pumping faster than normal as though it wanted to leave her. She sagged in her chains, but Faith followed her, her grip firm and her mouth never leaving Buffy's neck.
Blackness began to cloud Buffy's vision, as pain and pleasure ripped through her. She needed to fight; she couldn't give in to this temptation. With Faith turned, they needed a slayer more than ever. She didn't…
Her thoughts wavered, as her vision blurred, and for a moment Buffy wanted to give in. No! She… she couldn't! She had to… to resist this temp— temptation!
She couldn't let… let Faith…
She…
Darkness took her. The last sound Buffy heard was Faith's quiet purr. "I've got you B; just let go."
And she did.
Fandom: Buffy
Rating: M
Length: 540
Content notes: Buffy/Faith, Vampires, Dark, Character Death
Author's notes: For the Femslash52 prompt "Temptation", the 100Ships prompt "Blush", the Ladies Bingo prompt "Chiaroscuro", which I interpreted by playing with the light and dark inside Slayers
Summary: Faith's got Buffy all chained up again, and this time she's going to give the other Slayer what she needs
"Come on, B," Faith purred in her ear. She was circling her; Buffy could feel the other girl's eyes on her and resisted the urge to turn her head to track Faith's movements. "You can't tell me you've never been… tempted?"
"Never," Buffy snapped back. She lunged towards Faith, but the chains that bound her held firm. This wasn't like before, when Angel had left the shackles open, allowing her to pretend. This time she was well and truly captured.
Faith captured Buffy's chin in her firm, cool grip and tilted her face up. "Wow, I can't tell if you're lying to me, or only to yourself," Faith taunted.
Buffy closed her eyes, willing the other girl's words could be shut out so easily. She hated how well they knew each other. Hated how Faith could know what was in her heart without Buffy saying a word. "Never," she repeated softly.
Faith licked a trail up her neck, and Buffy flinched away from it. "Now, that's just insulting," she murmured. "I go to all this trouble to seek you out, and you say 'no'?"
Buffy bit her lip, but didn't reply, afraid of what words might cross her lips. She could already feel the blush rising up her neck, and she hoped that Faith couldn't see it in the darkness.
"Although," Faith reeled back, the warm presence against Buffy's shoulders vanishing. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You've been turning me down since the day I met you, haven't you? 'No, I won't go slay with you, Faith.' 'No, you can't share my Watcher, my friends, or my life, Faith.' 'Anything that's made for a slayer is mine, not yours, Faith.' And now you think you can tell me 'no' again?"
Without warning Faith was back, her lips brushing against the shell of Buffy's ear. Buffy bit back a whimper as heat rushed through her.
"I don't actually need your permission this time, B. I tried playing nice, like always. And, just like always, you tried to pretend that you didn't want this. But I know better. I can see you blushing, and I can smell how much you want me. So! I think it's about time for me to give you what you need, even if you want to pretend otherwise."
Before Buffy could protest again, sharp fangs sank into her neck from behind. Like the other times, she felt her blood being sucked out, pumping faster than normal as though it wanted to leave her. She sagged in her chains, but Faith followed her, her grip firm and her mouth never leaving Buffy's neck.
Blackness began to cloud Buffy's vision, as pain and pleasure ripped through her. She needed to fight; she couldn't give in to this temptation. With Faith turned, they needed a slayer more than ever. She didn't…
Her thoughts wavered, as her vision blurred, and for a moment Buffy wanted to give in. No! She… she couldn't! She had to… to resist this temp— temptation!
She couldn't let… let Faith…
She…
Darkness took her. The last sound Buffy heard was Faith's quiet purr. "I've got you B; just let go."
And she did.
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