Faith/Tara: Nice Girls
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doyleThis is one of my terribly late ficathon entries... another PWP without much actual porn.
Title: Nice Girls
Author: Doyle
Pairing: Faith/Tara
Rating: NC-17 (or more likely R)
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
horned_angel for the Significant Others ficathon - request was Faith/Tara with kinky smut. Goes AU from Bad Girls.
They kill the Mayor and Faith mooches round the ruins and the fire trucks while Giles and B and the rest hug and share and do whatever they do after the big fights. Wesley's hurt, in hospital. Actually got his rage on some. Her view of him's been raised by a tiny bit, but it's so small she doesn't know the word for it. Something scientific that you'd have to look through a microscope to see. Willow would know.
She goes home to her motel room, but first she swipes a fried diploma she found on the sidewalk because she deserves a memento too. Harmony Kendsomething, half the last name burned away, can fight her for it if she wants it back. If she made it out alive.
Faith throws herself onto the bed. Thinks about calling Xander, but he's been acting weird, like he thinks they're going steady. Least he was, till he asked her to the Prom and she nearly got sick from laughing so hard. Thinks about calling B, only she's gone Juliet since Angel told her he had a ticket for that bullet train out of Dodge. Faith's been excluded from the girly encounter sessions from that time she said that Buffy needed to find herself two or three hot-looking guys and screw Angel right out of her mind. She still thinks that was pretty damn good advice.
They've got all summer, anyways. Buffy can't mope forever. Jesus, Faith'll fuck her herself if she has to.
Interesting thought that gets her pushing her hand down past her waistband, bringing herself off without taking the time to strip. Makes herself come quicker and harder than Xander does, and it's not him she's thinking of while her hand works.
Isn't till later, when it's dawn and a couple next door are banging each other, headboard slamming against her wall every two seconds and the woman squeaking oh oh oh till Faith just wants the guy to choke the bitch, that she gets to thinking what'll happen after the summer. Buffy and Willow'll be in Sunnydale U. Library's gone so they need a new Slayer HQ. Wesley's gonna use that, make it harder for Giles to still be a part of stuff, unless the doctors surgically remove that big English stick from his ass while he's in the hospital.
No more library. No more getting B to sneak out the windows in the middle of class, 'cuz she gets the feeling Buffy's actually serious about this college thing. Jesus.
Through the wall, the woman screams and the guy grunts, and Faith thinks, what the hell now?
**
She never gets any damn credit. Not for keeping Oz's dirty little secret, not for her nice, friendly fist in Veruca's face. Last she heard, the were-bitch left town. Buffy says she went too rough on her. Wesley says the same, just with bigger words. Willow's painted over the whole thing in her mind, persuaded herself she was just paranoid and Oz wasn't looking for a new chew toy. Doesn't say thank you to Faith for making sure her honey stayed put.
Oz doesn't look at her any more. Some things, they're too personal.
Willow's got a new girl friend, emphasis on the two words. Shy, curvy blonde girl from her Wicca group who st-st-st-stammers and who's crazy in love with Willow and who will never, ever tell her. Faith finds this so damn funny that she wishes Buffy or Xander would buy a clue because she can't believe she's the only one who sees it - Tara mooning after Willow, who's starry-eyed for Oz, who's getting even more withdrawn these days, if any of them noticed. Faith wonders does he feel the fur on the inside of his skin, the claws jabbing under his fingernails. She takes her turn watching him on full moon nights and stops herself offering him a tumble, because she's getting on better with Willow since she stopped not-dating Xander but better doesn't mean they're up to sharing guys. Faith doesn't have many friendships, and all of them are fragile.
She's got most of the skinny on the big Scooby soap opera that went down before she was called. Xander still wants Buffy, she knows that for a fact, 'cuz the boy was never so eager as when she talked dirty about B in the sack. Willow goes green-eyed Wicca over Xander, and she didn't look happy the one time Faith wondered aloud about what Giles was hiding under the tweed. Angel's doing the private dick thing in LA. Reachable by train, but he still has Property of Buffy Summers stamped on his ass.
Faith mostly picks up strangers at the Bronze. It's just easier than picking her way through the relationships in her group. She's feeling lazy, though, and something closer to home sounds good. She could just order a pizza delivery guy, but she thinks, nah, she's not ready to be a porn cliché yet. So. A Scooby, or someone on the fringes.
The only people it's safe to go for are the ones nobody wants. That leaves Wes or Tara.
The coin she spins comes down heads, meaning Wesley, and she decides to make it best two of three.
**
First time she kisses her, up against the wall at the back of the Stevenson dorm, Tara stiffens and squeaks into her mouth. She doesn't kiss her back, but that's okay, Faith took her by surprise. Almost cops a feel but thinks she'll take it slow so she shimmies back, winks, saunters away, feeling Tara's eyes fixed to her ass even through the leather, feeling the heat of Tara's blush from twenty feet away.
Second time's at the Bronze. Oz's band are playing and Willow's staring at the stage because her boyfriend's so dreamy and so talented and Tara lets Faith pull her through the crowd and into a cubicle in the girls' bathroom. Faith licks along her bottom lip as Tara reaches past her to slide the bolt closed. Tara doesn't seem to know where to put her hands but that's okay because Faith does, starts them on the girl's hips and when the song shifts to something faster she moves them up in a slow, teasing sweep, settling them just below her breasts. Realizes at the same time that Tara's wearing a top sheerer than she's ever seen her in, and that Tara's tongue is pressing into her mouth, and that Tara's not just as inexperienced as she'd thought.
Tara's fingers skim her ass, skittery and shy. Faith reaches back, clamps the hand there, wriggling back into the grip.
The set keeps going and she counts off the bases, one two two and a half three, and about sixty people bang on the door looking to use the cubicle and she hears Tara laugh for the first time. Sounds nice.
Buffy comes looking for them. Tara comes back to herself, flushing scarlet and finding her stammer, forgetting or pretending to forget that Faith's had her fingers inside her, that she's knelt on the bathroom tiles and fucked her with her tongue. She does her Cinderella act and Faith gets a lecture. Tara, according to Buffy, is a nice girl and Faith shouldn't hurt her. At least, she guesses that's how it'd go if B didn't look so shell-shocked at realizing what the two of them were doing.
Two nights later they do the same thing in someone's empty room in Riley's frat house. After, Faith licks away the blood on Tara's bottom lip where she bit it to keep herself from screaming.
**
Within a week, she's working out what she can do, what she can't, what makes Tara moan and writhe and what makes her forget about red-haired girls. She's learning that magic's boring as shit to watch but that doing it makes Tara as breathy and excited as if she's just done an armful of black tar and, yeah, she can see the upsides to that. Magic must be like slaying, then, and once she works that out she arranges things so that Tara does her spells while she's out making the cemetery runaround with B. She heads to Tara's dorm after and they fall into bed, ash and incense mixing with sweat and both of them forgetting that the other girl's not her type. Because Tara's nice, but - Tara's nice.
But. Sometimes she isn't, 'cuz nice girls don't have fuckbuddies who grope them in Giles' bathroom just because it's funny to watch Spike squirm in his chains. Nice girls don't come three times from having their ass whipped and just clutch at the sheets and ask for it harder.
Faith's shaving away the nice-girl pieces of her. Feels like sculpting, or like carving a key out of soap.
**
Tara says, "What are your nightmares about?"
Hard to shrug when she's lying on her side, legs tangled with the other girl's, so she shakes her hair back instead. "Don't have nightmares." God, she always forgets that girls are talk talk talk after sex. During, she doesn't mind so much. She's going to leave, only she remembers she'd have to pick her clothes off the floor and put them on and walk all the way to the apartment the Council finally sprung for, and Tara's bed's right here. "Ngyuh," she says, defeated, rolling over.
Tara's fingers travel down her spine, delicately tracing their way across her ass like she's making patterns on it. Nice and all, but sometimes - most of the time - Faith'd rather it was harder. Likes it that way, harder, deeper, more brutal, more intense.
Then Tara presses down hard on the star tattoo Faith got on her hip this morning and the sudden pain stabs her awake.
"Jesus!" Slayer healing's fast, but not that fast. The skin's still raw there.
She's on her back and Tara rolls smoothly over her, crawling backwards down the bed, and at the same moment she sweeps her tongue across Faith's clit she digs her nails into the tat.
She's the first person to ever make Faith scream. That's counting the guy with the bullwhip.
And when Faith's finished coming down and she's satisfied and sore, Tara just turns her head to rest against her thigh and says again, "What are the nightmares about?"
This girl, the government could use her to torture people.
Faith lets out all of her breath and rests her hand on Tara's soft hair and tells the story:
See, this one time she almost killed a guy.
Some lackey of the Mayor's. Her and B, they'd been slaying, and he was suddenly just there. She thought he was a vamp. Good thing for her he wasn't or the split second that she hesitated might've killed her, instead of saving his life. When she pulled back she saw the hole in his shirt from the point of the stake, and the graze across his heart.
Tara kisses the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. Her hair tickles, but Faith doesn't move.
"You didn't kill him. You didn't even mean to hurt him."
Faith shrugs. "Whatever. S'just weird. I dream about killing him, killing other people. Dream I'm in jail for doing it."
Softly stroking her legs, all the way from her hips to her ankles and back, Tara says, "You could just break out of a jail."
Yeah, she could. In the dream, she sometimes does.
"Just dunno if I could do that," she says, and this is more honest than she's ever been with anyone, and if Tara laughs she's going to fucking skin her, "take my lumps, pay my debt to society." Not honest enough, just, to say that she doesn't know if she's that strong.
A half-hour later she has her hands raised above her head and Tara's kissing her like a girlfriend and clicking the second cuff around her wrist, and maybe now she'll finally get some answers.
Title: Nice Girls
Author: Doyle
Pairing: Faith/Tara
Rating: NC-17 (or more likely R)
Notes: For
horned_angel for the Significant Others ficathon - request was Faith/Tara with kinky smut. Goes AU from Bad Girls. They kill the Mayor and Faith mooches round the ruins and the fire trucks while Giles and B and the rest hug and share and do whatever they do after the big fights. Wesley's hurt, in hospital. Actually got his rage on some. Her view of him's been raised by a tiny bit, but it's so small she doesn't know the word for it. Something scientific that you'd have to look through a microscope to see. Willow would know.
She goes home to her motel room, but first she swipes a fried diploma she found on the sidewalk because she deserves a memento too. Harmony Kendsomething, half the last name burned away, can fight her for it if she wants it back. If she made it out alive.
Faith throws herself onto the bed. Thinks about calling Xander, but he's been acting weird, like he thinks they're going steady. Least he was, till he asked her to the Prom and she nearly got sick from laughing so hard. Thinks about calling B, only she's gone Juliet since Angel told her he had a ticket for that bullet train out of Dodge. Faith's been excluded from the girly encounter sessions from that time she said that Buffy needed to find herself two or three hot-looking guys and screw Angel right out of her mind. She still thinks that was pretty damn good advice.
They've got all summer, anyways. Buffy can't mope forever. Jesus, Faith'll fuck her herself if she has to.
Interesting thought that gets her pushing her hand down past her waistband, bringing herself off without taking the time to strip. Makes herself come quicker and harder than Xander does, and it's not him she's thinking of while her hand works.
Isn't till later, when it's dawn and a couple next door are banging each other, headboard slamming against her wall every two seconds and the woman squeaking oh oh oh till Faith just wants the guy to choke the bitch, that she gets to thinking what'll happen after the summer. Buffy and Willow'll be in Sunnydale U. Library's gone so they need a new Slayer HQ. Wesley's gonna use that, make it harder for Giles to still be a part of stuff, unless the doctors surgically remove that big English stick from his ass while he's in the hospital.
No more library. No more getting B to sneak out the windows in the middle of class, 'cuz she gets the feeling Buffy's actually serious about this college thing. Jesus.
Through the wall, the woman screams and the guy grunts, and Faith thinks, what the hell now?
**
She never gets any damn credit. Not for keeping Oz's dirty little secret, not for her nice, friendly fist in Veruca's face. Last she heard, the were-bitch left town. Buffy says she went too rough on her. Wesley says the same, just with bigger words. Willow's painted over the whole thing in her mind, persuaded herself she was just paranoid and Oz wasn't looking for a new chew toy. Doesn't say thank you to Faith for making sure her honey stayed put.
Oz doesn't look at her any more. Some things, they're too personal.
Willow's got a new girl friend, emphasis on the two words. Shy, curvy blonde girl from her Wicca group who st-st-st-stammers and who's crazy in love with Willow and who will never, ever tell her. Faith finds this so damn funny that she wishes Buffy or Xander would buy a clue because she can't believe she's the only one who sees it - Tara mooning after Willow, who's starry-eyed for Oz, who's getting even more withdrawn these days, if any of them noticed. Faith wonders does he feel the fur on the inside of his skin, the claws jabbing under his fingernails. She takes her turn watching him on full moon nights and stops herself offering him a tumble, because she's getting on better with Willow since she stopped not-dating Xander but better doesn't mean they're up to sharing guys. Faith doesn't have many friendships, and all of them are fragile.
She's got most of the skinny on the big Scooby soap opera that went down before she was called. Xander still wants Buffy, she knows that for a fact, 'cuz the boy was never so eager as when she talked dirty about B in the sack. Willow goes green-eyed Wicca over Xander, and she didn't look happy the one time Faith wondered aloud about what Giles was hiding under the tweed. Angel's doing the private dick thing in LA. Reachable by train, but he still has Property of Buffy Summers stamped on his ass.
Faith mostly picks up strangers at the Bronze. It's just easier than picking her way through the relationships in her group. She's feeling lazy, though, and something closer to home sounds good. She could just order a pizza delivery guy, but she thinks, nah, she's not ready to be a porn cliché yet. So. A Scooby, or someone on the fringes.
The only people it's safe to go for are the ones nobody wants. That leaves Wes or Tara.
The coin she spins comes down heads, meaning Wesley, and she decides to make it best two of three.
**
First time she kisses her, up against the wall at the back of the Stevenson dorm, Tara stiffens and squeaks into her mouth. She doesn't kiss her back, but that's okay, Faith took her by surprise. Almost cops a feel but thinks she'll take it slow so she shimmies back, winks, saunters away, feeling Tara's eyes fixed to her ass even through the leather, feeling the heat of Tara's blush from twenty feet away.
Second time's at the Bronze. Oz's band are playing and Willow's staring at the stage because her boyfriend's so dreamy and so talented and Tara lets Faith pull her through the crowd and into a cubicle in the girls' bathroom. Faith licks along her bottom lip as Tara reaches past her to slide the bolt closed. Tara doesn't seem to know where to put her hands but that's okay because Faith does, starts them on the girl's hips and when the song shifts to something faster she moves them up in a slow, teasing sweep, settling them just below her breasts. Realizes at the same time that Tara's wearing a top sheerer than she's ever seen her in, and that Tara's tongue is pressing into her mouth, and that Tara's not just as inexperienced as she'd thought.
Tara's fingers skim her ass, skittery and shy. Faith reaches back, clamps the hand there, wriggling back into the grip.
The set keeps going and she counts off the bases, one two two and a half three, and about sixty people bang on the door looking to use the cubicle and she hears Tara laugh for the first time. Sounds nice.
Buffy comes looking for them. Tara comes back to herself, flushing scarlet and finding her stammer, forgetting or pretending to forget that Faith's had her fingers inside her, that she's knelt on the bathroom tiles and fucked her with her tongue. She does her Cinderella act and Faith gets a lecture. Tara, according to Buffy, is a nice girl and Faith shouldn't hurt her. At least, she guesses that's how it'd go if B didn't look so shell-shocked at realizing what the two of them were doing.
Two nights later they do the same thing in someone's empty room in Riley's frat house. After, Faith licks away the blood on Tara's bottom lip where she bit it to keep herself from screaming.
**
Within a week, she's working out what she can do, what she can't, what makes Tara moan and writhe and what makes her forget about red-haired girls. She's learning that magic's boring as shit to watch but that doing it makes Tara as breathy and excited as if she's just done an armful of black tar and, yeah, she can see the upsides to that. Magic must be like slaying, then, and once she works that out she arranges things so that Tara does her spells while she's out making the cemetery runaround with B. She heads to Tara's dorm after and they fall into bed, ash and incense mixing with sweat and both of them forgetting that the other girl's not her type. Because Tara's nice, but - Tara's nice.
But. Sometimes she isn't, 'cuz nice girls don't have fuckbuddies who grope them in Giles' bathroom just because it's funny to watch Spike squirm in his chains. Nice girls don't come three times from having their ass whipped and just clutch at the sheets and ask for it harder.
Faith's shaving away the nice-girl pieces of her. Feels like sculpting, or like carving a key out of soap.
**
Tara says, "What are your nightmares about?"
Hard to shrug when she's lying on her side, legs tangled with the other girl's, so she shakes her hair back instead. "Don't have nightmares." God, she always forgets that girls are talk talk talk after sex. During, she doesn't mind so much. She's going to leave, only she remembers she'd have to pick her clothes off the floor and put them on and walk all the way to the apartment the Council finally sprung for, and Tara's bed's right here. "Ngyuh," she says, defeated, rolling over.
Tara's fingers travel down her spine, delicately tracing their way across her ass like she's making patterns on it. Nice and all, but sometimes - most of the time - Faith'd rather it was harder. Likes it that way, harder, deeper, more brutal, more intense.
Then Tara presses down hard on the star tattoo Faith got on her hip this morning and the sudden pain stabs her awake.
"Jesus!" Slayer healing's fast, but not that fast. The skin's still raw there.
She's on her back and Tara rolls smoothly over her, crawling backwards down the bed, and at the same moment she sweeps her tongue across Faith's clit she digs her nails into the tat.
She's the first person to ever make Faith scream. That's counting the guy with the bullwhip.
And when Faith's finished coming down and she's satisfied and sore, Tara just turns her head to rest against her thigh and says again, "What are the nightmares about?"
This girl, the government could use her to torture people.
Faith lets out all of her breath and rests her hand on Tara's soft hair and tells the story:
See, this one time she almost killed a guy.
Some lackey of the Mayor's. Her and B, they'd been slaying, and he was suddenly just there. She thought he was a vamp. Good thing for her he wasn't or the split second that she hesitated might've killed her, instead of saving his life. When she pulled back she saw the hole in his shirt from the point of the stake, and the graze across his heart.
Tara kisses the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. Her hair tickles, but Faith doesn't move.
"You didn't kill him. You didn't even mean to hurt him."
Faith shrugs. "Whatever. S'just weird. I dream about killing him, killing other people. Dream I'm in jail for doing it."
Softly stroking her legs, all the way from her hips to her ankles and back, Tara says, "You could just break out of a jail."
Yeah, she could. In the dream, she sometimes does.
"Just dunno if I could do that," she says, and this is more honest than she's ever been with anyone, and if Tara laughs she's going to fucking skin her, "take my lumps, pay my debt to society." Not honest enough, just, to say that she doesn't know if she's that strong.
A half-hour later she has her hands raised above her head and Tara's kissing her like a girlfriend and clicking the second cuff around her wrist, and maybe now she'll finally get some answers.
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on 2004-06-11 04:55 pm (UTC)Jesus, Faith'll fuck her herself if she has to.
Can I offer you my first-born if you write this story??
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on 2004-06-11 04:56 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-06-11 04:58 pm (UTC)& :-)
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on 2004-06-11 05:25 pm (UTC)hehe
My fic site has a few good 'naughty' Buffy/faith fics if you wanna read.
www.beautiful-elegance.com/desires
Re: *g* Always.
on 2004-06-11 06:55 pm (UTC)Re: *g* Always.
on 2004-06-11 07:10 pm (UTC)hehe
Feel free to send feed. I don't get enough!
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on 2004-06-11 05:24 pm (UTC)hehe
I love how you used the reffrence to the bullwhip.
hehe :)
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on 2004-06-11 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-06-11 06:16 pm (UTC)Hot and gorgeously characterized and just.so.damn.right. I love the Faith voice, I love a slightly-less-nice Tara, and the two of them together are amazing.
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on 2004-06-11 10:50 pm (UTC)God, I adore your Faith voice and your not-so-perfect Tara. The setting is believable, and I would LOVE to see more of this. Also? B/F is beautiful, and
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on 2004-06-11 11:49 pm (UTC)Honestly speaking, your fics are some of the most intelligent and best written that I have read in my long history of Buffy/Angel fic-hunting.
Can't wait to hear your feedback on my writing.
(BTW- am ordering HP from amazon. UK. Yay! *g*)
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on 2004-06-12 12:47 am (UTC)I also love that you've paired her with Tara. Faith really brings out the darkness and the strength in her that we only ever see in glimpses on the show.
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on 2004-06-12 10:01 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-06-12 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-06-13 04:00 pm (UTC)::sighs happily:: I just love that sentence thrown in there. Amongst all the hotness and shivery sentences, there's my favorite gem. If you were to write that fic, I believe I just might melt into a puddle of gratefulness.
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on 2005-05-11 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-10-17 05:38 pm (UTC)She still thinks that was pretty damn good advice. They've got all summer, anyways. Buffy can't mope forever. Jesus, Faith'll fuck her herself if she has to.
That's great advice. And God yes, Faith, you have to!
Faith finds this so damn funny that she wishes Buffy or Xander would buy a clue because she can't believe she's the only one who sees it… Faith wonders does he feel the fur on the inside of his skin, the claws jabbing under his fingernails.
First, Faith is very perceptive about certain things. And yes, the fur on the inside: Faith would wonder that, and that line makes me think of The Company of Wolves (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087075/).
She could just order a pizza delivery guy
*snort*
The coin she spins comes down heads, meaning Wesley, and she decides to make it best two of three.
BWAHAHA!
Tara's fingers skim her ass, skittery and shy. Faith reaches back, clamps the hand there, wriggling back into the grip… After, Faith licks away the blood on Tara's bottom lip where she bit it to keep herself from screaming.
*guh*
… both of them forgetting that the other girl's not her type. Because Tara's nice, but - Tara's nice.
But. Sometimes she isn't… Nice girls don't come three times from having their ass whipped and just clutch at the sheets and ask for it harder.
Faith's shaving away the nice-girl pieces of her. Feels like sculpting, or like carving a key out of soap.
*melts*
Faith'd rather it was harder. Likes it that way, harder, deeper, more brutal, more intense.
Then Tara presses down hard on the star tattoo Faith got on her hip this morning and the sudden pain stabs her awake…
A half-hour later she has her hands raised above her head and Tara's kissing her like a girlfriend and clicking the second cuff around her wrist, and maybe now she'll finally get some answers.
*isded*
F/T is like Han/Leia:
"You like me because you don't have enough sluttage in your life."
"No, I don't like sluts, I like nice girls."
"I'm a nice girl."
*memoriesliekwhoa*
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on 2006-10-18 10:35 am (UTC)