Because of Her
by Red
book 3
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Because of Her
book 3
Red
Joss' folk.
BW, T/F...nc17
Summary: Always be careful what you ask for.
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Faith, in Buffy's body, smirked at her reflection. She finally, she had her hands on the body she had lusted after for months. And just this morning, finally, she had made the little redheaded bitch witch pay for preventing her from getting to it in the first place.
"Oh Red, you were fucking fun! Those pretty tears...the begging, the pleading...'Buffy it hurts! It hurts!" She paused a moment to laugh. "Damn, Red, I wish I'd taped the whole thing." She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair and laughed some more.
She pondered going back to the dorm, this time with a camera. Mexico wasn't going anywhere. Little Ms. Buffy was locked safely away on some fuckin' boat back to England...if she was still breathing. What the hell? She'd swing by the Booty Basket and get a nice new toy to cram up Red's ass...a nice big thick one...and one of those, toss away cameras. She had lots of money, why not treat herself before hittin' the friendly skies.
Checking her watch...damn, B did have nice things, she saw it was almost 7. Plenty of time to swing by the dorm, after her quick stop and fuck her witch a few more times before sunset. Then a quick patrol and off to the airport. Midnight flight...shouldn't be too crowded.
She smiled as she thought about a little, mile high, action.
"Won't be as good as you and that sweet, tight little ass, Red, but then again, nothin' ever will be. B really should have loosened ya up some...yay for me, tho."
Laughing, she pocketed the lipstick she'd stolen from her 'mom' and headed downstairs, regretting not sticking around for Joyce. She really was a nice lady...and a hell of a mom. She wished she'd been here. Faith would've liked to have seen her one more time...maybe had some coco.
Maybe Faith would come back and visit.
"I can't believe you thought you'd get away with this," Buffy, in Faith's body, hissed, standing at the foot of the stairs.
Faith was halfway down before she saw herself. She froze.
Behind the good slayer, stood Xander with their new pal, Tara...the other witch. Knowing she needed to get her ass outta there, Faith turned to go back up the stairs. A little, 911 leap from the bedroom window,...no big, she'd done alot worse.
But as she took that first step towards the top, she heard chanting and before she could take the second, she felt a slap to her back and everything went black.
Xander moved fast, catching Buffy as she returned to herself, laying her on the sofa, then returning to the stairs where Faith lay and carrying her outside to his waiting car. Tara knelt beside Buffy, stroking her once again blonde hair.
"You ok?" she gently asked.
Buffy nodded. "Yeah, like you said, just a slight dizzy twinge...not a full force knock out like with her."
She helped her up
"Tara, how can I ever thank you?"
The witch shook her head. "No, you don't have to, honest, I'm happy I could help."
Buffy looked her in the eye. "You did more than help. If she'd gotten away...well, so not wanting to think about that."
She ran her hands over herself. "Sorry, not bein' all, self happy here, but, well, so glad to be me again."
Tara giggled. "Understanding, no worries." Then, her smile faded and she asked the 64$ question. "What do we do with her?"
It was Buffy's turn to smile, tho' Tara was sure it was the slayer in control.
"Faith's always wanted me...maybe it's time she had me."
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"So then I said, sure Giles, I'll let ya spank me."
Buffy turned her head to her mate. "You said what?"
Willow grinned. "I knew that'd get your attention...since the other hundred things I've been sayin' for the last twenty minutes seem to have bored ya into a zoning stupor."
The slayer smiled sheepishly and pulled her redhead from the other end of the sofa, onto her lap, kissing her softly.
"Anyone's hands ever touch this body, especially this butt, they will be broken hands."
Willow giggled, nuzzling against the blonde. "Love possessive Buffy."
Buffy's arms wrapped around her tight, holding her. Both she and the slayer were eternally grateful to GOD that their witch would let them hold her. After what Faith had put the sweetest soul ever to live...as Giles refferred to her, through, well, it was a wonder she'd even be in the same room as them.
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Buffy hit the dorm at full speed, knocking down 2 guys with books as she turned down their hallway. Normally, she'd at least apologise but not now...now, she had to get to her mate, her witch, her Willow.
She reached the room and tried the door...it opened and she went inside.
"Will, don't panic, it's not who you-"
Her voice froze as her eyes fell upon the scene before them. Their beds they kept pushed together, covered in bloody, pink sheets, various 'toys', bloody as well, lay on them...the familiar neon green tee shirt that so set off her witch's red hair, ripped and lying on the floor, along with the slayer's favorite red boxer panties she'd bought her girl.
Slayer hearing picked up whimpering, low, laden with sobs and coming from the closet. Slowly, tears welling in her eyes, she moved to the closet. A shaky hand reaching out, she opened the door and found her Willow, curled in a bloody, black and blue ball.
It was at the moment, Buffy understood what Giles had told her years ago...what she had read in some of the old, weather beaten books Willow had snuck home.
She was Buffy...and then, she was the slayer...
And at that moment, the slayer, who had peacefully and quietly allowed Buffy to have free range over them, stepped up.
Stepping to the phone, she called Giles. Prepared to have to go through the whole, it's really me, thing, she was surprised when he cut her off after, 'Giles, this is going to sound insane, but...', saying Tara was there and they were on their way.
"She hurt Willow, Giles...hurt her bad."
With that said, she hung the phone up and moved to the closet. Kneeling down, she spoke softly as she sat outside the closet.
"Will, I know what I look like, but I swear to you, it's Buffy."
Willow's eyes found her...stared for what seemed an eternity.
"Buffy?"
Buffy smiled, wanting to desperately to touch her mate, hold her, pick her up and take care of her. But she didn't want to scare her anymore. So she smiled gently and nodded.
"It's me, baby...someone wanted to play dress up using my body."
Willow smiled. "I knew you wouldn't...I knew you wouldn't...wouldn't hurt me."
Buffy watched as Willow half scooted, half crawled to her. The redhead's body was covered in bruises, bites, dried blood between her thighs and as she crawled into Buffy's lap, the slayer saw there was blood everywhere...
And growled, her arms carefully encircling her mate.
"Never, Will, I'd never, ever hurt you baby, never."
She gently smoothed red hair, carefully rocking her weeping Willow.
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"Thanks, for the coffee."
Faith smiled at Tara. "None needed. How many times have you fed me on patrol?"
It was Tara's turn to smile. "You need your nutrition...saving the world and all."
Faith looked at her...really looked at her...and without even thinking, leaned in and pressed her lips against those full luscious ones. Tara's arms wrapped around the slayer as she kissed her back. She knew this was coming.
Thank the goddess, it had arrived.