Fic: Summer Nights (Willow/Faith)
Title: Summer Nights
Characters/Pairings: Willow/Faith
Rating: Adult
Summary: Key West during summer is crowded and busy.
Word Count: 2630
aaronlisa’s prompt: Summer. It’s been a decade since I’ve written this ship, so I hope you like it, hon!
Key West during summer is crowded and busy. Tourists are out in droves, and there are parties every night at multiple bars. Faith loves the vibe in the air this time of year, even if it makes slaying more difficult. Tourists generally mean various demons skulking around the crowds, and vampires have a fondness for any large gathering of drunken humans after dark, so her workload increases. It makes up for the slower winter in the Keys, and she uses summer to justify why she’s chosen this as her base of operations instead of a more populated area like Miami or Orlando, not that she won’t travel to those places if the need arises.
Buffy totally sees through it, of course, but she hasn’t had any tantrums about Faith having the freedom of protecting the Keys while she’s stuck in Pittsburgh dealing with yet another hellmouth. Faith considers it a win-win, since Buffy likes bragging about being The Slayer, complete with capital letters and all that shit, while Faith is happy to slay and lay without the fanfare. She likes having her own town that’s easily manageable, and she’s even on good relations with the supernatural beings living in the Keys that aren’t evil.
Hurricane season does suck, she’s gotta admit that, but it makes a good time to pay a visit to Red or even Giles at the mini-slayer educational compound he’s created. Summer makes up for it all, though. Tourists mean an increase in slaying, but they also mean an increase in potential sex partners, which Faith considers a fair trade. Slaying always makes her horny, after all, and she likes having a choice of who to fuck when she feels the urge to do something about it at the end of the night. When she first moved here six years ago, she enjoyed that perk a lot more than she has in recent months, but it’s still available anytime she wants it, so bonus.
Tonight, there’s a concert on the beach sponsored by some rum company, so she knows where she’s going to hang out. Hopefully, the performers will be entertaining, since she always like a good soundtrack to slaying. Two weeks ago, she’d had a great five against one fight outside a club with a Marley cover band playing, and that had been awesome. When she’d finished killing the last vamp, she’d gone inside and let the drummer of the band fuck her in the bathroom during a set break. Memories like that would be impossible to make in a bigger city, where she’d be stuck patrolling alleys and old warehouses instead of following the crowds and enjoying her job.
The beach party is in full swing when she arrives. There are already a lot of drunk people singing along to the band, which isn’t awful but doesn’t provide much of a beat, either. She walks around the crowd, alert to anything suspicious, flirting a little in case anyone catches her attention for later. When she notices a guy putting something into some girl’s drink, she casually punches him in the stomach and gives him a nice kick right in his dick before rolling him under one of the tables. She’ll let security know about him, but he’s not a threat to anyone at the moment, at least. He’s one of the human monsters, which isn’t necessarily in her job description, but she likes to deal with them when she finds them. Carefully, though, since she has no interest in getting noticed by local cops. They’d run her prints and find her record, even if it’s been fancied up through some hacking efforts by her favorite redhead.
Faith keeps moving through the crowd, spotting two vamps that are going to be introduced to her stake when she can get them alone. There’s also some creepy chick who keeps looking at the dancers like they’d make a good meal, and not in a sexy kind of way, so she keeps an eye on that one, just in case. The band starts playing something loud with a lot of electronic accompaniment, and Faith seizes the opportunity to stake one of the vampires with a well-aimed hand movement that she incorporates into her dance. No one notices how Toupee Vamp just turns to dust. Damn. She’s good.
Satisfied for the moment, she goes ahead and starts dancing with the crowd, keeping an eye on Creepy Chick and Frat Doucheboy Vamp as she moves to the music. Faith goes with the flow when she feels hands on her hips, pressing back against whoever is dancing behind her. She doesn’t feel a dick, so it must be a woman. That’s good. She’s equal opportunity, even if she actually prefers women. She might have time to get off before she goes after the other vamp, and a woman always knows just how to touch her to get her coming hard and fast. She hasn’t been fucking randomly as much lately, but she probably needs to shake off her mood and start doing it more often. The hands on her hips move along her stomach and up to squeeze her breasts. Well, that’s pretty fucking forward.
“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she asks, turning around to face the woman getting handsy with her. She stops dancing and blinks. “Red?”
Willow grins at her. “Extremely confident, actually. How are you, Faith?”
“Hmph. You shouldn’t be so cocky, babe. I might keep my panties on this time.” Faith moves her arms around Willow’s neck and starts dancing again. “I’m not always a sure thing, you know?”
“Maybe not for anyone else, but you are for me, honey.” Willow smirks. “And I don’t care if the panties come off. I can have fun with you either way.” She waggles her eyebrows. “Anyway, I’m not here just for innuendo and hopefully some amazing sex later. I’m tracking a moroshku demon. Don’t suppose you’ve seen one around?”
“No idea what the hell that is, so I’d say no idea?” Faith pinches Willow’s ass. “You can’t just drop into town whenever you feel like it and expect me to put out, Red. I’m going to start feeling used.”
“You’re the one who keeps refusing to let me stay,” Willow points out. “Not interested in anything serious, remember? You’d rather have a different partner every night sound familiar?” She squeezes Faith’s ass. “Have you seen anyone suspicious who looks cannibalistic?”
“I’m not cut out for long-term, babe, and you know it. Robin’s proof of that. And your luck isn’t that good, either, considering the survival rate of your last three,” Faith mutters, knowing it’s been long enough not to piss Willow off by being somewhat callous about Tara, Kennedy, and Melissa’s deaths. “Cannibalistic in an eating people kinda way?”
“My luck isn’t bad because I enjoyed the time I had with them all, and the last two were slayers without your experience and ability so the life expectancy was low going in. You and Robin lasted over a year, which isn’t bad considering the circumstances. I’m here every other week, if not more often, and I’d really like us to talk about this like adults instead of casual fuck buddies.” Willow recites the same points she always makes when they have this discussion during the last two months.
It’s been nearly two years since they fucked the first time, and Faith has started to hate when Willow visits because it means she’ll be leaving, not that she’s going to ever admit it. Freedom is important, and she isn’t going to jeopardize what they’ve got because she occasionally thinks it would be nice to have Willow around more often. What if the only reason they work well is because they’re only together for a few days a month? After dealing with the messy emotions that she felt after her and Robin broke up, she has no interest in feeling that way again. She has to remind herself of that more often because it’s really tempting to give in and just take what she wants even if it means giving up the casual sex with others thing she does when she wants. Faith just strokes Willow’s back instead of answering because she isn’t sure what to say for once.
Willow sighs. “Fine. No change in our usual discussion then. I have to ask in case I get lucky one day. Regardless of our personal drama, the demon is cannibalistic eating people way. I don’t think there are any other definitions to cannibalistic in regards to humans, but I’ll Google it later, just in case.”
“I haven’t seen anyone eating people at the party, but there is Creepy Chick, who keeps looking at people like they’d make a good dinner,” she says, grateful to be talking about work. “I’ve been keeping an eye on her and Douchebag Vamp.”
“Point her out to me?” Willow looks over in the direction Faith nods. “The brunette with the big boobs? It could be a demon.” She murmurs a spell of some sort and nods. “Yeah, that’s the demon. Good eye, honey. I’m going to go lure it away from the party and kill it. Anything else suspicious here or is Douchebag the last vamp?”
“Nah, I took care of the other one. Let me stake Douchebag and I’ll help you with Creepy Demon Chick.” Faith steals a kiss before dancing her way around to where the vampire is lurking. He leers at her, and it’s satisfying to stake his ass. It’s always easier when the vampires are gross ass former humans, she’s discovered. When she looks for Willow, she doesn’t see her, which means she’s off Glendaing with the demon. Of course she couldn’t wait. Why do something that makes sense? Yet she talks about Faith being a lone wolf who hates asking for help. Ha. Takes one to know one.
It takes a little time and effort to locate them, but Faith finally does. She leans against the wall of the house they’re fighting beside and watches. If needed, she’ll step in, but she always gets turned on watching Willow do the witchy thing. This time, she’s creating fireballs that explode upon contact with the demon, and it’s fairly obvious that she’s just toying with the creature because the fight is definitely not an equal match. Willow notices her and smiles. “All good?”
“Five by five, Red. You having fun with your new playmate?”
“I gave it a chance to leave this realm willingly but it refused.”
“Stupid, huh?” Faith grins as Willow ducks a physical strike and does something that makes sparks that remind her of a firework. “I’m guessing it doesn’t like fire?”
“Hates it.” Willow plays a little longer before finally just setting the thing on fire. Once it’s burned and gone, she puts the fire out and walks over to Faith. “It’s been too long since I had a good workout. I’ve been computer based the last couple of weeks helping Giles and Xander rebuild their database, so it’s nice to have some physical activity.”
“Come here and I’ll give you more.” Faith leers and tugs Willow against her. They kiss as she pushes Willow against the side of the house, neither of them wasting time being gentle or teasing. Slaying makes her horny, and Willow is always turned on after doing her magic shit, so they’re all about getting off right now. If they were close to the apartment she rents, she’d be getting her toys out because she really wants to fuck Willow right now, to make her come hard, but that’s going to have to wait. She’ll just have to use her fingers and mouth right now.
Willow’s not complaining. She’s riding Faith’s fingers and sliding her own into Faith’s panties. Faith loves her tits, even if Willow thinks they’re too small. They’re a perfect size for her hands, and she likes the pale nipples that always harden so tight when she licks at them. Willow’s definitely into tits more than she is, though, which suits her fine because she loves having Willow play with hers. Faith’s gonna go for cunt any time she’s given a choice, and she’s honestly spent two hours before doing nothing more than licking and stroking and playing with Willow’s pretty little cunt. She might have to do that again later. It’s been nearly three weeks since a visit, after all, and she’s got a lot of time to make up for.
There’s not much chance to use finesse when they’re fucking against the side of a house, but Faith does what she can to cause Willow to make those breathy little gasps of air that always get her so hot. Willow’s fingers feel good, but the position becomes awkward as Faith focuses on making Willow come. “Move your hand,” she murmurs, waiting until Willow pulls her hand out of her panties before she adjusts their positions so that she can move her hand faster and get her fingers in deeper. It doesn’t take long before Willow’s coming, biting Faith’s shoulder to keep from crying out loud enough for someone walking by to hear them.
“Don’t be so smug,” Willow says, kissing the smirk off Faith’s face before reversing their positions. “My turn.” She tugs Faith’s jeans and panties down to her knees before kneeling. “Better be real quiet, slayer, or someone might find us.” She grins before leaning forward and licking. Faith bites her lip to keep from moaning at the feel of Willow’s talented tongue driving her crazy. It’s an unfair advantage, not that she’s going to protest. She loves fucking Willow’s face, and the thrill of possibly getting caught just heightens the excitement.
When Faith comes, she tightens her grip on Willow’s hair and bucks her hips forward, squeezing the fingers inside her. It’s enough to take the edge off, but she’s still horny. She kisses Willow when she stands up, tasting herself on her tongue. “I think I’ve got splinters in my ass.” She grins as she pulls her clothes back up and fastens her jeans. “You’ll have to do a thorough check when we get back to my place and kiss them to make them better.”
“I love your ass.” Willow smiles and slaps her hand against it. “I’ll text Buffy to let her know that I took care of the demon and that I’ll be in the Keys for the next day or two if she needs me. I want to stop at that Thai place near your apartment on the way there. I’m starving.”
“Thai is good.” Faith takes Willow’s hand and tugs her back to the street. “Tell B that you’re gonna be here for the summer.”
Willow looks at her. “The whole summer?”
Faith shrugs. “We can consider it a test run. See how it goes. Reevaluate in the fall. I mean, you’ve got enough money from those computer things you do to get us a real nice place, and I wouldn’t mind upgrading from my little apartment. I could use a Sugar Momma since it’s not like I’m getting any younger.”
“Just for the upgrade and financial stability, huh?” Willow slowly smiles. “Well, I’m not getting any younger, either, so I suppose I could use a sexy hot bit of arm candy. Trial run then reevaluate is good. We’ll see how the summer goes.”
Faith nods, wondering if it’s weird that she feels more scared about taking this step than she has dealing with any supernatural slaying business. She finds herself grinning at Willow and decides that facing her fear isn’t necessarily a bad thing. “C’mon, Red. Let’s get you some Thai food then I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t get out of bed without remembering the feeling of me inside you.”
End
Characters/Pairings: Willow/Faith
Rating: Adult
Summary: Key West during summer is crowded and busy.
Word Count: 2630
aaronlisa’s prompt: Summer. It’s been a decade since I’ve written this ship, so I hope you like it, hon!
Key West during summer is crowded and busy. Tourists are out in droves, and there are parties every night at multiple bars. Faith loves the vibe in the air this time of year, even if it makes slaying more difficult. Tourists generally mean various demons skulking around the crowds, and vampires have a fondness for any large gathering of drunken humans after dark, so her workload increases. It makes up for the slower winter in the Keys, and she uses summer to justify why she’s chosen this as her base of operations instead of a more populated area like Miami or Orlando, not that she won’t travel to those places if the need arises.
Buffy totally sees through it, of course, but she hasn’t had any tantrums about Faith having the freedom of protecting the Keys while she’s stuck in Pittsburgh dealing with yet another hellmouth. Faith considers it a win-win, since Buffy likes bragging about being The Slayer, complete with capital letters and all that shit, while Faith is happy to slay and lay without the fanfare. She likes having her own town that’s easily manageable, and she’s even on good relations with the supernatural beings living in the Keys that aren’t evil.
Hurricane season does suck, she’s gotta admit that, but it makes a good time to pay a visit to Red or even Giles at the mini-slayer educational compound he’s created. Summer makes up for it all, though. Tourists mean an increase in slaying, but they also mean an increase in potential sex partners, which Faith considers a fair trade. Slaying always makes her horny, after all, and she likes having a choice of who to fuck when she feels the urge to do something about it at the end of the night. When she first moved here six years ago, she enjoyed that perk a lot more than she has in recent months, but it’s still available anytime she wants it, so bonus.
Tonight, there’s a concert on the beach sponsored by some rum company, so she knows where she’s going to hang out. Hopefully, the performers will be entertaining, since she always like a good soundtrack to slaying. Two weeks ago, she’d had a great five against one fight outside a club with a Marley cover band playing, and that had been awesome. When she’d finished killing the last vamp, she’d gone inside and let the drummer of the band fuck her in the bathroom during a set break. Memories like that would be impossible to make in a bigger city, where she’d be stuck patrolling alleys and old warehouses instead of following the crowds and enjoying her job.
The beach party is in full swing when she arrives. There are already a lot of drunk people singing along to the band, which isn’t awful but doesn’t provide much of a beat, either. She walks around the crowd, alert to anything suspicious, flirting a little in case anyone catches her attention for later. When she notices a guy putting something into some girl’s drink, she casually punches him in the stomach and gives him a nice kick right in his dick before rolling him under one of the tables. She’ll let security know about him, but he’s not a threat to anyone at the moment, at least. He’s one of the human monsters, which isn’t necessarily in her job description, but she likes to deal with them when she finds them. Carefully, though, since she has no interest in getting noticed by local cops. They’d run her prints and find her record, even if it’s been fancied up through some hacking efforts by her favorite redhead.
Faith keeps moving through the crowd, spotting two vamps that are going to be introduced to her stake when she can get them alone. There’s also some creepy chick who keeps looking at the dancers like they’d make a good meal, and not in a sexy kind of way, so she keeps an eye on that one, just in case. The band starts playing something loud with a lot of electronic accompaniment, and Faith seizes the opportunity to stake one of the vampires with a well-aimed hand movement that she incorporates into her dance. No one notices how Toupee Vamp just turns to dust. Damn. She’s good.
Satisfied for the moment, she goes ahead and starts dancing with the crowd, keeping an eye on Creepy Chick and Frat Doucheboy Vamp as she moves to the music. Faith goes with the flow when she feels hands on her hips, pressing back against whoever is dancing behind her. She doesn’t feel a dick, so it must be a woman. That’s good. She’s equal opportunity, even if she actually prefers women. She might have time to get off before she goes after the other vamp, and a woman always knows just how to touch her to get her coming hard and fast. She hasn’t been fucking randomly as much lately, but she probably needs to shake off her mood and start doing it more often. The hands on her hips move along her stomach and up to squeeze her breasts. Well, that’s pretty fucking forward.
“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she asks, turning around to face the woman getting handsy with her. She stops dancing and blinks. “Red?”
Willow grins at her. “Extremely confident, actually. How are you, Faith?”
“Hmph. You shouldn’t be so cocky, babe. I might keep my panties on this time.” Faith moves her arms around Willow’s neck and starts dancing again. “I’m not always a sure thing, you know?”
“Maybe not for anyone else, but you are for me, honey.” Willow smirks. “And I don’t care if the panties come off. I can have fun with you either way.” She waggles her eyebrows. “Anyway, I’m not here just for innuendo and hopefully some amazing sex later. I’m tracking a moroshku demon. Don’t suppose you’ve seen one around?”
“No idea what the hell that is, so I’d say no idea?” Faith pinches Willow’s ass. “You can’t just drop into town whenever you feel like it and expect me to put out, Red. I’m going to start feeling used.”
“You’re the one who keeps refusing to let me stay,” Willow points out. “Not interested in anything serious, remember? You’d rather have a different partner every night sound familiar?” She squeezes Faith’s ass. “Have you seen anyone suspicious who looks cannibalistic?”
“I’m not cut out for long-term, babe, and you know it. Robin’s proof of that. And your luck isn’t that good, either, considering the survival rate of your last three,” Faith mutters, knowing it’s been long enough not to piss Willow off by being somewhat callous about Tara, Kennedy, and Melissa’s deaths. “Cannibalistic in an eating people kinda way?”
“My luck isn’t bad because I enjoyed the time I had with them all, and the last two were slayers without your experience and ability so the life expectancy was low going in. You and Robin lasted over a year, which isn’t bad considering the circumstances. I’m here every other week, if not more often, and I’d really like us to talk about this like adults instead of casual fuck buddies.” Willow recites the same points she always makes when they have this discussion during the last two months.
It’s been nearly two years since they fucked the first time, and Faith has started to hate when Willow visits because it means she’ll be leaving, not that she’s going to ever admit it. Freedom is important, and she isn’t going to jeopardize what they’ve got because she occasionally thinks it would be nice to have Willow around more often. What if the only reason they work well is because they’re only together for a few days a month? After dealing with the messy emotions that she felt after her and Robin broke up, she has no interest in feeling that way again. She has to remind herself of that more often because it’s really tempting to give in and just take what she wants even if it means giving up the casual sex with others thing she does when she wants. Faith just strokes Willow’s back instead of answering because she isn’t sure what to say for once.
Willow sighs. “Fine. No change in our usual discussion then. I have to ask in case I get lucky one day. Regardless of our personal drama, the demon is cannibalistic eating people way. I don’t think there are any other definitions to cannibalistic in regards to humans, but I’ll Google it later, just in case.”
“I haven’t seen anyone eating people at the party, but there is Creepy Chick, who keeps looking at people like they’d make a good dinner,” she says, grateful to be talking about work. “I’ve been keeping an eye on her and Douchebag Vamp.”
“Point her out to me?” Willow looks over in the direction Faith nods. “The brunette with the big boobs? It could be a demon.” She murmurs a spell of some sort and nods. “Yeah, that’s the demon. Good eye, honey. I’m going to go lure it away from the party and kill it. Anything else suspicious here or is Douchebag the last vamp?”
“Nah, I took care of the other one. Let me stake Douchebag and I’ll help you with Creepy Demon Chick.” Faith steals a kiss before dancing her way around to where the vampire is lurking. He leers at her, and it’s satisfying to stake his ass. It’s always easier when the vampires are gross ass former humans, she’s discovered. When she looks for Willow, she doesn’t see her, which means she’s off Glendaing with the demon. Of course she couldn’t wait. Why do something that makes sense? Yet she talks about Faith being a lone wolf who hates asking for help. Ha. Takes one to know one.
It takes a little time and effort to locate them, but Faith finally does. She leans against the wall of the house they’re fighting beside and watches. If needed, she’ll step in, but she always gets turned on watching Willow do the witchy thing. This time, she’s creating fireballs that explode upon contact with the demon, and it’s fairly obvious that she’s just toying with the creature because the fight is definitely not an equal match. Willow notices her and smiles. “All good?”
“Five by five, Red. You having fun with your new playmate?”
“I gave it a chance to leave this realm willingly but it refused.”
“Stupid, huh?” Faith grins as Willow ducks a physical strike and does something that makes sparks that remind her of a firework. “I’m guessing it doesn’t like fire?”
“Hates it.” Willow plays a little longer before finally just setting the thing on fire. Once it’s burned and gone, she puts the fire out and walks over to Faith. “It’s been too long since I had a good workout. I’ve been computer based the last couple of weeks helping Giles and Xander rebuild their database, so it’s nice to have some physical activity.”
“Come here and I’ll give you more.” Faith leers and tugs Willow against her. They kiss as she pushes Willow against the side of the house, neither of them wasting time being gentle or teasing. Slaying makes her horny, and Willow is always turned on after doing her magic shit, so they’re all about getting off right now. If they were close to the apartment she rents, she’d be getting her toys out because she really wants to fuck Willow right now, to make her come hard, but that’s going to have to wait. She’ll just have to use her fingers and mouth right now.
Willow’s not complaining. She’s riding Faith’s fingers and sliding her own into Faith’s panties. Faith loves her tits, even if Willow thinks they’re too small. They’re a perfect size for her hands, and she likes the pale nipples that always harden so tight when she licks at them. Willow’s definitely into tits more than she is, though, which suits her fine because she loves having Willow play with hers. Faith’s gonna go for cunt any time she’s given a choice, and she’s honestly spent two hours before doing nothing more than licking and stroking and playing with Willow’s pretty little cunt. She might have to do that again later. It’s been nearly three weeks since a visit, after all, and she’s got a lot of time to make up for.
There’s not much chance to use finesse when they’re fucking against the side of a house, but Faith does what she can to cause Willow to make those breathy little gasps of air that always get her so hot. Willow’s fingers feel good, but the position becomes awkward as Faith focuses on making Willow come. “Move your hand,” she murmurs, waiting until Willow pulls her hand out of her panties before she adjusts their positions so that she can move her hand faster and get her fingers in deeper. It doesn’t take long before Willow’s coming, biting Faith’s shoulder to keep from crying out loud enough for someone walking by to hear them.
“Don’t be so smug,” Willow says, kissing the smirk off Faith’s face before reversing their positions. “My turn.” She tugs Faith’s jeans and panties down to her knees before kneeling. “Better be real quiet, slayer, or someone might find us.” She grins before leaning forward and licking. Faith bites her lip to keep from moaning at the feel of Willow’s talented tongue driving her crazy. It’s an unfair advantage, not that she’s going to protest. She loves fucking Willow’s face, and the thrill of possibly getting caught just heightens the excitement.
When Faith comes, she tightens her grip on Willow’s hair and bucks her hips forward, squeezing the fingers inside her. It’s enough to take the edge off, but she’s still horny. She kisses Willow when she stands up, tasting herself on her tongue. “I think I’ve got splinters in my ass.” She grins as she pulls her clothes back up and fastens her jeans. “You’ll have to do a thorough check when we get back to my place and kiss them to make them better.”
“I love your ass.” Willow smiles and slaps her hand against it. “I’ll text Buffy to let her know that I took care of the demon and that I’ll be in the Keys for the next day or two if she needs me. I want to stop at that Thai place near your apartment on the way there. I’m starving.”
“Thai is good.” Faith takes Willow’s hand and tugs her back to the street. “Tell B that you’re gonna be here for the summer.”
Willow looks at her. “The whole summer?”
Faith shrugs. “We can consider it a test run. See how it goes. Reevaluate in the fall. I mean, you’ve got enough money from those computer things you do to get us a real nice place, and I wouldn’t mind upgrading from my little apartment. I could use a Sugar Momma since it’s not like I’m getting any younger.”
“Just for the upgrade and financial stability, huh?” Willow slowly smiles. “Well, I’m not getting any younger, either, so I suppose I could use a sexy hot bit of arm candy. Trial run then reevaluate is good. We’ll see how the summer goes.”
Faith nods, wondering if it’s weird that she feels more scared about taking this step than she has dealing with any supernatural slaying business. She finds herself grinning at Willow and decides that facing her fear isn’t necessarily a bad thing. “C’mon, Red. Let’s get you some Thai food then I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t get out of bed without remembering the feeling of me inside you.”
End