Chapter 5

It takes more than a cheap shot ta keep me down. Which is the first clue that somethin' isn't exactly right. Because here I am, one cheap shot later an' I'm still face down on the cold grimy cement. Shit. I think I know where I am. Just to make sure though I keep my breath steady while tryin' ta get any kind of clue. All I can hear is the intermittent swirl of water in the commode. It's got a bad leak. Alright. Well. At least I know I'm in solitary. The lights come on in a harsh flash an' I'm really fuckin' glad that I haven't opened my eyes yet.

"Get up, Slayer."

Yep. I'm boned. Fuck. I blink a few times before slowly workin' the kinks outta my body and standin'.

"Knew there was somethin' up with that last hit."

I rub the back of my neck while I try to take in my surroundings.

"So. You know who I am. Who the fuck are you?"

Probably I shouldn't be so antagonistic but what do I care? I'm already trapped. For the time bein'.

"Someone who had a feeling you would show up."

Great. So now I'm predictable. I roll my eyes before takin' in everything I can about my cell. Steel door. Concrete walls and floor. Air duct is too small for me ta get through. Too high up ta bother with anyway. Toilet. Yeah I'm not goin' there on that one either. Not that I expect there to be anythin' of value under the moldy pad that goes for a mattress, but I use my toe ta lift it an' look anyway. Roaches scurry out, an' I sigh. It had ta be roaches. I hate roaches.

"You won't find a way out. Or anything of use to you, so you might as well get used to your surroundings."

I grunt and ground my heel down on a roach.

"Ya know, at first I took ya for a Lifer. All business an' good ole fashioned gruff. But now it looks like somethin' else is goin' on."

Which means that this is bigger than even Giles guessed. I knew I wasn't gonna get along with that guard the first time I laid eyes on her. If I hadn't been distracted by Buffy in the yard I might have known she was more trouble than she looked. My fingers graze along the door frame. Hrm. No magic. No electricity. I wonder if I can bust the door offa the hinges.

"So you noticed. Very perceptive. I told Dante he set up the wrong one."

Uh huh. I knew it. I fuckin' knew it. I gotta get outta here before this goes bad. I pull my arm back, fist tight, but stop.

"I wouldn't, were I you."

Hrm. Is she bluffin'? Let's see. My fist rockets forward hard an' fast, right in ta the metal door. The steel buckles under my knuckles but it doesn't give. Of course now my hand fuckin' hurts cause I probably broke a few bones. I shake it out an' glare up at the bright lights.

"I warned you."

"Yeah, yeah. Ya fuckin' warned me. What do you want?"

Goddamn this hurts. Whatever. I shake it out an' give the door another look. Well, I can't punch through it. I don't even think I could kick through it.

"Nothing. You started a fight. You're being punished. That is all."

I started the fight? Me? All I was doin' was helpin' B with her jumper. Heh. An maybe tryin' ta rile up some feathers. The memory of B's face when I touched her arms. Mmm. Yeah that's gonna be helpin' me out later tonight when I'm alone. Or at least when this fucker stops talkin' ta me.

 "Dante doesn't want you harmed. He only wants you and the other…out of the way."

"Well, if he's not tryin ta harm anyone, why do we hafta be out of the way?"

Yeah. Answer me that one, bitch. She's silent for a little while, an' it makes me think I maybe won this round.

"He doesn't want to harm you. Or Miss Summers. I can't guarantee anyone else." Mm. So we're special is that it?

"An' he wants us outta the way so he can do what exactly?" Hey, if she's in the talkin' mood why not ask some questions. Right? It's not like I'm goin' anywhere at the moment.

"Why…to create world peace of course."

Um. Whaaa? I blink an' stop pacing to stare blankly at the wall. World peace? Ya gotta be kiddin' me.

"Every mind, every body bent to the will of a greater being. No more war. No more suffering. Unless, of course, you resist."

"And if someone resists?" Silence again. That's somethin' I need to keep note of.

"They will be dealt with appropriately."

Yeah. Like stickin' me in the box for a fight I didn't start. I'm already not likin' the methods this Dante douche is usin' but I'm kinda thinkin' his plan is more like world domination. Probably a lil mass genocide too. Those are always the freaks that think they're makin' progress towards peace. I sigh deeply.

"So what does he want us alive for? He's gonna do what he wants ta do right?"

More hesitation. I think she doesn't quite know the answer to that. An' that's somethin' more that what's she's actually sayin'. I crunch another roach before findin' a spot in the corner an' settling down.

"Dante has his reasons."

"Yeah, I'm sure he does. All big-wigs do. Know what I think? I think you're stuck on babysitter duty, an' ya don't exactly know why. All you know is that Dante or whatever his name is told ya ta keep us in line. See. I think you think you're closer to the Man than you actually are. Cause if you were in good with Dante, you'd know why he's goin through so much trouble to keep us alive."

The lights go out and I sigh. Okay. Well. Now I can't see the roaches comin' at me. I dunno if that's a blessin' or a curse. Wait. What am I sayin'? Of course it's a curse. I can hear the little bastards scurryin' around but I cant fuckin' see them. Just to be on the safe side I pull my legs up to my chest an' wrap my arms around them. I doubt the cockroaches are gonna leave me alone but I'm pretendin' that if I make myself small enough they won't notice me. I need ta keep my mind off shit so I gotta think. I gotta think of the best way to get this information back to G-Man. Without uppity-britches over here findin' out about it. Well. I can't do anything about it right now anyway. Guess I'm just gonna hafta sit this one out for a few days. Or however long it takes for me to be over my punishment. That's just gonna burn my ass the whole time I'm in here. I know it.

"Wait. Are you serious?"

I have to ask, because Ramsey is the type of person that is hard to read. Her unlined face makes it hard to tell how old she is, or what her ethnic background is or even if she's lying.  Though with her skin tone, I'd have to say not white.

"I do not seem to be laughing."She blinks those big gold eyes at me before looking at herself in the polished metal mirror attached to the wall of her cell, "Why do you think I'm not serious?"

I watch her poke and prod at the skin on her face as if she's looking for some signal or sign that suggests any kind of humor. Yeah. She's going to find none. I'm not sure Ramsey even has a sense of humor.

"That's a hard line to swallow, is all."

She turns slowly to look at me before moving to sit next to me on her bunk. To be honest, I didn't think that I'd ever trust her, but in the span of three days she's pretty much been my security blanket. And she was right. No one bothered to lay a hand on me, or even look at me since the fight. Of course. Now it all makes sense.

"It is not a…line. You belong to the other now."

Yeah. I'm starting to realize that now. I'm going to kill Faith when she gets out of solitary. If you know, I don't grapple her to the ground and snuggle into her first. I sigh heavily and get up to pace the cell. I've realized that being in a cell isn't so bad as long as it's not mine.

"She did it to protect you, I think." As if that would help the fact that she's effectively taken away my identity as an individual.

"Yeah. The problem with that is that I don't need Faith, or you, or anyone else to protect me!"

I know my voice is getting louder so I try to modulate it.

"And to make things worse, she's landed herself in solitary. When she gets out she's going to be…" I don't even know what she'll be like. Crazed, I Imagine.

At the very least she's going to be extremely pissed off. Which will lead to badness between us because, hey, I'm kind of pissed off myself here.

"Do you not think she intended this to happen by starting the fight?"

She didn't start it! How many times do I have to tell people that? Ditto started it. She threw the first punch. I give Ramsey a look and start to open my mouth to tell her just that, when she raises a hand to stop me.

"I know. I know you feel as though she did nothing wrong. And. In the real world I would agree with you, but this is not the real world. This is prison. Ditto considers you to be her chattel. What your friend, Faith, did was…considered rude."

Rude? Okay. Maybe a little heart poundy, but not rude. At least for me, it wasn't rude. Pulling Dittos arm out of the socket…well, that was kind of rude. But it was totally deserved!

"I am not chattel."

"No doubt, Slayer. However here, you were perceived as such. Faith took you without payment, and you let her. What Ditto did was well within her rights here."

Rights? Rights!? Where were my rights when I was getting pummeled just for breathing?? Where were my rights when I was hiding like a rat in the laundry room just hoping no one would see me? I give a disgusted mutter and flop onto the bunk next to her.

"Buffy…please understand…if she had not claimed you, it would only be a matter of time before someone else did. In a much harsher way."

That raises goose bumps on my arms.

"What do you mean by that?"

She looks uncomfortable. Which. Let me tell you, is a feat considering the fact that she doesn't normally look uncomfortable about anything. She's hesitating.

"I mean that others less scrupulous would try other ways to claim you."

Oh. Well, clearly she doesn't really know Faith. Her scruples are more like suggestions rather than actual ethical convictions. I roll my eyes at that, but I can't really argue it because I've seen it happening since I got here. I just never really understood what that meant.

"If it helps, I believe she does not actually intend to make you her property."

Honestly…I think if it had been all about claiming me because she wanted me I'd be happier than I am knowing that she was doing it only to protect me.

"Yeah. That's the thing about Faith. When she wants to be the good guy, she's the good guy to a fault." I know it confuses her, because Ramsey tips her head to one side to consider that.

"That is not what the Kromanah think."

The Kromanah? Are we finally going to get some answers here? I turn my head to look at her fully.

"What's the Kromanah?"

"It is the name of my people."

Yeah, about that. What exactly is she? I raise my brows and open my mouth but she stops me with less than a look. More like an unlook. My head swivels and I close my eyes so I can concentrate on sounds instead. Feet. More than one set. When I open my eyes Ramsey is already standing at her open cell door looking down the line.

"You must go, Slayer. Quickly."

Okay, that's worrisome. I get up and lean around the edge of her shoulder. She's taller than me, big surprise, but not too tall that I can't see. Guards. Armed guards.

"What's going on, Ramsey?"

She turns and grabs my shoulder, swinging me away from the door just as the guards pass. My senses tingle faintly at the soft dragging scrape along the floor. Faith. I start to turn, but Ramsey has me in a grip tighter than I would have guessed.

"A moment. Please."

It's the please that gets me to stop struggling against her. As soon as the guards are far enough away she lets me go. I jet out of her cell door and stare at the body being dragged between two guards.

She must be out cold.

"Is she going to be okay?"  Ramsey's body is warm next to mine.

"Yes," She sounds so sure that I'm just going to believe her. "Perhaps…we can discuss the Kromanah another time? You must be anxious to see to your friend."

Yeah, like I believe for one second that she's concerned about Faith. Or me. I think she's buying time. But ask me if I really care.

 "Good idea. See you later."

She nods, but it's not anything I see because I'm already trailing along the catwalk after Faith. She's so not going to be a happy camper when she wakes up. And I'm suddenly unsure if being the first thing she sees when she opens her eyes is such a good idea. The last time we took each other by surprise like that it led to badness. And bleeding. Oh well. One way to find out.

Chapter 6

Ow. Motherfucker. I'm so fuckin' tired of getting my face punched in. I groan an' try to roll over but I can't because my head is stuck. Well. It's not really stuck, I think. It's on somethin' soft an warm. Somethin' that smells like Buffy. My eyes flutter open an' focus on B. Ugh.

"Hey you."

I sigh an' try ta sit up.

"Hey, B."

"How are you feeling?"

I close my eyes an' think about it. Nothin' really feels hurt. But my head is killin' me. I raise a shoulder an' shrug before getting off the cot.

"What are ya doin' here?" She looks a little hurt but she shrugs right back.

"Waiting for you to wake up. They must have given you a good one. You were out for about twenty minutes."

Huh. I nod at that an' rest my hands against the wall facin' away from her.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

I nod at that. "Yeah. I'll be good in a little while. I did it to myself."

Buffy chuckles an' it makes me feel a lil bit better. Even though I'm in a piss-poor mood.

"How'd you manage that?"

I look over my shoulder at her an' shrug.

"I was pissed off, an' every time they opened the door I acted out. Until they just started hittin' without carin'."

I shouldn't have expected them ta try an' be reasonable just because they aren't tryin' ta kill us. But seriously. Cattle prods? Jesus. My jaw clenches as I turn and stare at the wall in front of me. I don't want to look too hard at her.  I'm afraid of what my body's reaction is gonna be. Just because I made a big show of makin' her mine before, doesn't mean I'm gonna be all give it up bitch about it. Well. Maybe a little bit. My resolve wavers an' I turn to watch Buffy pace my cell like she's not sure what to do with herself here.

"Faith..." I wait for it while she gives a soft almost pained sigh. "Why...? Why do you fight so hard?"

Why? I grunt and turn back to face the wall again. I can't believe she's askin' me that.

"Why don't you?"

I probably shouldn't have spit it at her like that. Buffy recoils a lil bit an' crosses her arms over her chest as she paces more. Damnit. I didn't want it to be this way. I can't help it. The anger inside of me is like...an animal. It's ravenously hungry. An it's hungry for Buffy in one way or another. To fight her or to fuck her. Either way I'm just barely managing ta keep it all wrapped up.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just got...I'm a little pissed off still. Probably you should go. I'll catch up with you later okay?"

I wait in silence for the sound of her heavy steps taking her away from me. But all I hear instead is the soft creak of her slight frame settlin' in on my cot. Fuck. She's gonna choose now to get all belligerent with me? It's just like a chick too. I roll my eyes and let out a slow, deep, calming breath.

"What's going to happen if I leave?"

Huh? Well. If she really wants ta know I'll probably go roam around an' try to find someone to score with. Just ta take the edge off. Worse comes ta worse, I'll take a minute to get all up close and personal with my left hand.

"I mean in the mood you're in, I don't want you to get in to a fight or anything. You'll just end up back where you came from."

It's really not funny but I laugh anyway. B's concerned about me. How fuckin' funny is that shit?

"I don't wanna fight someone, B. I wanna fuck 'em."

If she's not careful, it's gonna be her.

"About that..."

Shit. Now what?

"Did you lay claim to me like a possession?"

Uh. Yeah. But I'm not sure I wanna tell her that. Unless it's gonna get a spark of a reaction out of her. Anger. Irritation. Anything. Just not this broken shell of a girl I once knew. Gimme somethin', B. My eyes beg it of her even if I'm still pressing my palms to the wall. It itches. I wanna turn and face her, I wanna take her in my arms. I wanna do so many fuckin' things to her. 

"Yeah. I did. Why? Ya wanna give it up for me, B?" There's enough of a thick silence between us for me to pull away from the wall to turn and stare at her.

"I'm not your toy, Faith."

No? Prove it to me, Buffy. I stalk toward her until our knees bump. Her breath hitches and her legs open slightly with a quiver. Jesus. She wants me. Maybe as bad as I want her.

We're walkin' a fine line here, me an' B. I could push it, push her. Or I could get a hold of myself an' do the right thing. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"Never said you were a toy, B. Just said you were mine. Gonna tell me I'm wrong?"

Please. Please Buffy, just fuckin' grow a pair an' tell me ta fuck off. Because the more I think about it, the more I realize I'm the one on the hook. An' I'm just twistin' an' squirmin', pretendin' that I'm a good guy when really...I wanna own you. Maybe not all of you but I want somethin' that's just for me. An' I'm just fucked up enough to try it. Her tongue flicks over her bottom lip an' I push my advantage by pressing against her legs an' givin' em a little nudge so I can stand between them.

Goddamn I want her.

"I...don't know."

My brow comes up at that. I didn't think she'd be so bluntly honest about it.

"I don't think I'm anyone's anything," A furrow appears on her forehead, "You cant just waltz in here and make me your bitch, just because you think I need rescuing."

Huh. Hadn't really considered it that way. But since she says it, I hafta remind myself that I didn't come here for this. I shake my head an' step off a few paces.

"You shoulda left when I told ya to, B. Now's not a good time to start pushin' buttons." She's always gotta make it fucking difficult.

"If I leave, you're just going to go off and hump the leg of the nearest moderately attractive woman. And if she doesn't speak, all the better. Right?"

Whoa. I'm sensin' a little trouble here.

"I got needs." I won't even feel bad about that. An' if she tries to make me, I'm gonna say something. Buffy isn't my girl. She never was. "Why?"

"Doesn't that make me a dumb trick or something?"

Dumb tri... I have to bite my lip at that.

"Because I mean you just laid claim to me, and your first day out of solitary you're looking to score pussy from some random bitch?"

Uh. I think she's jealous. I blink and look into her eyes. Something sparks in their depths like electricity. It sets off a deep needy throb between my legs. My Buffy is in there. Deep down she's still in there.

"Dunno. I think it just makes me look like a supa pimp." I bite my lip again. This time to keep from groaning out at the look she gives me. "Anyway, I only pulled that shit ta keep that bitch's hands offa you. It's not like you're really mine, B." Yeah. That's me pussin' out.

Faith Pussybitch Lehane. That's me.

"Wow. You're really slow."

Wha?

"I have needs too."

I know she's go...wha? I blink when she gets up from the cot and slinks in closer. It kinda reminds me of a kitten. Ya know, when they sneak up close ta lay on ya when they think you're not lookin'? It's like a slow meander in my direction.

"Thought you weren't anyone's toy."

"I'm not. Just because I want...to feel connected to someone doesn't mean that a person can own me. And as much as I appreciate this knight-in-shining handcuffs routine...I don't need you to fight my battles."

Bullshit. An' I'm gonna call her on it too. I grab her an' push her hard into the wall. My hands grip her arms tightly when she puts up a pathetic attempt to struggle.

"Bullshit. If you were yourself, I'd be on my ass chokin' on the blood from a busted lip."

An' we both fuckin' know it. There's a beat of silence. Mmm. She smells good. So good I get distracted enough to miss her expression but not distracted enough to miss the change in her heart rate. We lock eyes after a second.

"I know this place. I know what it is and it isn't. Just let me lead this dance." I can help you, B. Ya just gotta let me.

"What do you get out of this?"

 I guess it's a fair question. My nostrils flare slightly as I gaze down at her body. She wants me. But I'm not gonna chase the rabbit this time. She's gotta tell me she wants me. Not just dangle the possibility in front of me. That shit gets old. I give her a sardonic look but tighten my grip.

"It doesn't suck to look like I'm fuckin' you. Gets me a lot of attention, an' ya know how I love that," I let her go an' trail a finger along her neck, "But it doesn't get me anything. I didn't come here ta get between your legs." But I wanna. Goddamn do I wanna.

"Then why are you doing all this? Really?"

I don't know if I can tell her. Not the whole truth. I clench my fist an' bring it down to my side.

"Because I've walked in those shoes. But I didn't hafta walk in them alone. An' you shouldn't hafta either," Her intent gaze makes me back down an' look away.

"So...you're just trying to be my friend?"

I give a short nod. Kinda.

"And it has nothing to do with getting under my skin or into my head?"

Not really. I shrug slightly at that, "That's just kinda the bonus."

There goes that eyeball roll I hate so much. Never thought I'd be so fuckin' thrilled to see it.

"And this claiming thingy?" I sigh.

"Uh huh. Over protective much?"

So what? I give her a defiant look an' clench my jaw, "Ya done pretending?"

She huffs, "Yes."

Thought so. I grunt an' start shifting from foot to foot. I need release here soon.

"So you weren't going to um...you know..."

Claim her? I snort at that. I think she's offended.

"Not for lack of wantin', B." Okay I'm just playin' with fire an itchin' to be burned. C'mon Buffy. Take that step. Tell me ya want me. I can see it written all over your face.

"I wouldn't have said no."

"You're not sayin' yes." We're drawing closer with every hushed word. A whistle blows somewhere below us and down the hall. It almost seems like the block is waitin' on pins an needles too. I can feel my tank stick to my skin with the sweat risin' to the surface. It's not the only thing stickin' to me uncomfortably.

"Are you claiming me because you want me, or you want to protect me?"

Both? I try to control my breathing as I answer.

"I'm claimin' you because I can't stand the thought of anyone else havin' you."

Our lips lock in a hot wet kiss. I wasn't ready for it but I don't think it matters. I make up for my slow start with fiery passion, and fuck me the soft whimpered sounds escaping Buffy are makin' me wet. Wetter. Whatever. I know what I want. I know how I want it too. An B's gonna give it to me. I almost stop at the sound of  thick soled, heavy footfalls. It's a guard. A big one. If I pull away now it for sure ends this. But if I don't I run the chance of getting into trouble again. Nah. Fuck that. I'm not givin' this up. I press harder inta Buffy, face nuzzling under her jaw. The guard starts past my cell and it's like slow motion.

I know I'm temptin' fate here, but the second he turns his head to look at us I snarl an' give B a hard nip, markin' her. But fuck if I take my eyes off him as I do it. He doesn't even pause though. Somethin' like acknowledgement flickers behind his gray smoked lenses and he turns his head an' keeps on walkin'. Huh. I'm gonna hafta think about that later. Usually if a guard is gonna give ya a pass they wanna watch. So he must want somethin' else. I'll remember that and his face, cause I know he'll be back. Buffy's ragged breath draws my attention back to her an' I kiss her hard. We don't waste time with shit like buttons.

This thing that's happenin' has been a long time in the comin' and neither one of us wants anything ta get in the way. I tug and pull the jumper from her shoulders an' down to her waist. Before she can get her hands out of the cuffs, I pull up her white cotton tee trappin' her that way. She doesn't mind cause she stopped strugglin' the second I bit down on her nipple. There's a dull crack an' I think she smacked her head on the wall. I roll my eyes up, lips still locked around her. Yeah. Heh. B didn't even feel it. Her hips grind inta me as she bites her lip to keep from makin' a sound. No, I don't want that. I wanna hear her. I want the whole fuckin' block to hear her.

Gotta pull away now. Just to get her attention. Buffy's eyes open an' it takes her a second to focus on me. If I had a cock I'd be so fuckin hard right now.

"Faith?"

Unngh. I love hearin' my name like that. So soft. So trusting. My gaze drops to her mouth. Mm. So pink an' smooth. It's makin' me think of pussy. Her pussy. I wanna see Buffy's pussy.

"Like that, B. Say it again."

Only this time I want ya to choke on it. I slip my hand between her legs an' stroke along the line of her. Her panties are just as soaked as mine, an' I can feel the ridge of her clit standin' proud. Fuck fuck fuck. I give it a tweak just hard enough to make her knees go to jelly.

"Fa-aith!"

Yeah. Just fuckin' like that. It's drivin 'me fuckin' crazy, an' I don't think I can take much more of this. I pull away from her, lettin' her get her hands free before I give a hard tug on the loose arms of her suit. Our bodies meet with the force of a thunder clap an we almost go down.

"Oh god..."

"God can't hear ya in here, B. But I can."

I'm right fuckin' here, Buffy. You an' me. God's last rejects. The devil doesn't want us an' God...well, that fucker forgot all about us. So fuck 'em. We'll make our own religion right here, right now.

"Fours to the floor."

Jesus. Or. Whatever. My breath hitches when Faith smacks my ass the second I'm kneeling on the bed. It shocks me into dropping to my elbows as well, but I guess that's what she was going for. It's all going so fast. So...furiously. I don't know how this happened, but I can't say I didn't want it. I can't lie and say I didn't want her here with me. But...how? Why? And why the hell am I thinking about this now?? Faiths' growl as she yanks my panties down my legs and off is enough to start a fresh flood of liquid heat between my legs.

I've needed something to make me feel for so long. Something to break away the wall of sorrow. Someone good at tearing things apart. Someone with Faith's face. Her body. Her scent. I just wanted her. I wanted her to rescue me. I can't lie about it and she's not letting me. I look over my shoulder to see her fumbling to get her jumper over her shoulders and down her arms. I'm glad I'm not the only one who has a problem with that. But it's taking her attention away from me and I don't want that. I want her to always have her attention on me because the rain can't reach me if I'm stuck in her shadow, her eyes a beacon to her rock solid strength. My hips roll back, knees wider.

Faith stops and stares at me exposed to her. For her. I have to swallow hard when she pulls off her tank top and drops it on the floor. The move is so casual seeming but there's a deliberateness in her eyes. She's giving me a show right back. And goddamn is it ever a good show. I've always wondered, always fantasized about her body but it's not even close to the real deal. Faith is gorgeous. Right down to every beauty mark and scar. There are a lot of them. Like Artemis rising. Goddess of the hunt, protector of young women. I think Faith would laugh at the last part but it's true.

There's a beat of silence before she grips my hips and brings my ass back against her. Oh god. She's so wet. I give a happy sigh at the feel of her, sliding like silk against me. She groans and grinds against me, eyes closed, tip of her tongue sticking out. One tanned arm snakes out and tweaks my nipple hard. My eyes shut as a rush of stinging prickles set me throbbing. It's that hard, needy throb that makes me cry out nearly pleading.

"Faith...oh...mmMm." Her teasing, exploring fingers make me bite into the pancake flat pillow.

"Uh uh, B. You don't get ta hide it."

There's a shift and I feel my arms drawn back, palms up to rest on my lower back.

"Lock those thumbs."

As soon as I do the muscles in my shoulders relax, pushing the rest of me in to balance. It's just this side of uncomfortable, but fuck me it's hot.

"That's my girl..."

Her fingers trail over my ass lightly before digging in and drawing me back again. This time I'm surprised into crying out loudly. It's not pain, it's surprise and, god help me, ecstasy. No warning, no preamble. Faith slides into me with three fingers. Full. It's the only thing I can say to describe it.

I can hear the block rats all down the line. Hooting and hollering. Some of them urging Faith on to anatomically impossible feats. I think she hears them even if she's acting like she can't. I think she likes it. I don't care, all her attention is on me right now. And every pounding thrust pulls a whimper from me. I need to let go. I need to let it all go. I'm not just giving her my body, I'm giving her the weight of my burdens. I'm giving her everything.

"Faith...please...please...I...n-need..." I think it's the please that does it.

Her pace and angle change, and I'm caught mid moan when her long fingers find my g-spot.  I guess this is what I get for poking the bear. I knew Faith would be in a mood when she woke up, and I purposely prodded her sore spots. I wanted this. I want it. Period. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as the pleasure builds to a nearly painful point. All I can think of, all I can feel is the feeling of sweet release. I'm not the only one making sounds as we collapse together on the bunk. I shiver when she pulls free and slings an arm around my body, pulling me into her again.

It's possessive. She's making me hers. Every little gesture means something else now. I rest my hand on her arm and stroke the skin.

"That was..." I don't have words.

"Just the appetizer."

Um...huh?

"I'm the main course, so I hope you're hungry."

A flush rises to my cheeks and I turn to look at her. Yep. She's serious. Not that I have any argument with that arrangement or anything. It's just that it was so bluntly said. And. I fucking liked it. My back arches and her skin slides along mine. Yeah. I'm hungry for her. I roll over so I can face her.

We have to talk. Not about this. About other things. About life outside these walls. About innocents and demons. About everything we're hiding from right now. But I can wait, because none of that is anywhere near as important as the taste of her filling my mouth. Or the sound of her encouraging gasps and muttered curses. Right now this is the only thing we have to be doing. Because we need it. I need it.

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