Still A Slut
"I miss Anya," Andrew announced.
Xander wasn't over it, as no one can really be over it, but he was coping a lot better. He smiled at Andrew. "I know."
"She was cool."
Faith looked over at Andrew. "Yeah," she agreed. "Yeah."
"There was the disturbing sex talk," one of the new Slayers noted. "Could've done without it."
"She was the provider of the much-needed humor," Xander said seriously. "Who's gonna do that now?"
"I can be funny," Willow insisted, and Dawn nodded in agreement.
"Like that one time..." Dawn started, and Kennedy looked at Willow and smirked.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Dawnie..."
"What? I'm practicing the disturbing sex talk humor."
"Kid, I'm providing that now," Faith said with a grin.
"Not--" Dawn started.
"--a kid," Buffy finished. "Broken record much?"
Faith looked around the room. Xander? Check. Buffy? Check. Kennedy? Check. Some of these new slayers? A few of them, anyway. Dawn? Oh yeah... well, as long as B doesn't find out. Andrew? I think he's gay. Okay, Willow? Haven't gone there yet...
Faith leaned back and smirked. Willow settled back into Kennedy's arms, completely oblivious.
"So, this Kennedy chick? You seriously dig her?" Faith asked.
Willow shrugged. "Yeah."
"Really? Doesn't seem your type."
"How the hell would you know?"
"Easy there, Red, I'm just saying. Xander, I mean, he's... well, no, I won't go there. Oz, yeah, guitarist, and yeah, werewolf, and Tara--"
"You never knew her."
"Met her once. At the Bronze."
"Oh. That."
"Yeah, she seemed... not like Kennedy." Seeing Willow's inquisitive look, Faith continued, "Oh, you know, not annoying as hell. Well, there was that stutter thing, but I guess that had its advantages, what with the mouth, when she--"
Willow looked up in shock. "Faith!" she said.
Faith grinned. "Hey, it's cool. Like, did I ever tell you about this guy with this bullwhip--"
"We are not going there," Willow cut in, a look of disgust on her face.
"Okay, fine, you first. Tara."
"I'm not--"
"Seriously. I just wanna know. What was she like?"
"Faith, that's just wrong."
"Okay, not what I meant."
"She..." Willow started. "She was everything. She was..." Tears began to slip down her cheeks.
Faith awkwardly moved closer to Willow. "I'm sorry."
Willow was surprised at that, but decided it was nothing. Maybe Faith had changed.
"This okay?"
Faith put her arm around Willow hesitantly.
"Yeah," Willow murmured.
Faith drew her closer, carefully. Willow let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"This okay?"
"Think so," she said softly, and Faith smiled, her arms around Willow sliding downward, and in one smooth movement with one hand (her left!), Willow's belt buckle was undone. The precision with which it was done surprised Willow -- she hadn't remembered anyone being so ... well, there was Oz, but he was a guitarist...
Willow's mind raced. Faith pulled at Willow's pants before she straddled her. Willow tried to keep her mind clear, but she found her hands grasping tight leather pants and did she even like Faith? Faith rolled over while pulling her own pants down, hands fumbling at clothing, and Willow was on top then, leaning in closer.
"Don't bother. Just get on with it," Faith hissed. Willow half-smiled.
Willow let her lips trail a path down Faith's body.
"This okay?" Willow whispered, and continued her way down until she had Faith screaming.
"Fuck yeah," Faith kept repeating, until it became more of a FUCK yeah, and then she sat back, breathing hard for few moments before she stood up, pulling her clothes back on. "Thanks, Red."
"...You..." Willow started. She was frustrated as hell, and Faith smirked.
"You know me. Get some, get gone. Call Kennedy over, she'll... although she mentioned I was better..."
"You're fucking lying."
Faith smirked again, with a knowing smile and fuck if Willow wasn't thinking about going evil again. "Where the fuck do you think..."
Faith grinned again. "I don't know. I was thinkin' I should pay B a visit."
"You--"
"Like it hasn't happened before. Please." Willow looked so broken and Faith almost felt bad. She leaned over and kissed her briefly before pulling away, leaving the room quietly.
"You haven't changed at all," Willow murmured, her hand between her legs as she cried softly.
Later, she'd ask Buffy about it.