Jaded
Cold broken Hallelujah
I wrote this ages ago, in respose to a fic on another site by Tainted Hope as she is over here.
I avoided posting it here because I didn't know how people would react. But here goes, all comments much appreciated.
~Jaded x
The sinuous music slithered over her body like a snake of silk. Temptation filled her mind. Apple-red lips plush, kisses ready to be picked.
Her favourite game was seduction, the physical taking of pleasure without guilt"¦ guilt wasn't black despite whatever shit she had read that said it was. Guilt was tarnished white, something pure gone bad. She'd never been pure so she didn't feel its biting touch.
She could smell the acrid smell of sweat mixed with perfume and the musty scent of couples whose dancing had gone too far, skin on skin proving too much. It was the typical kind of crowd, she'd been in millions of clubs like this one. Not running, just not wanting to stand still.
Reds and black were her colours, a warning to those around her. Carnal enjoyment of her life was what she desired, violence, physical power, lust. Then she saw a woman, clearly the yin to her yang. A halo of blonde hair and a tiny, delicate frame, like the skeleton of a leaf. All Faith could do was stare, her intense dark-brown eyes fixated. The woman turned slightly and her eyes lined up with Faith's. An electric chill shot down both their spines, exquisitely pleasurable but also excruciatingly painful. They saw identical darkness, the haunting call of the night and the creatures it shrouded.
Slayer.
Suddenly Faith felt claustrophobic, people leering at her pressed on her mind in a way they never usually did. Pungent smell assaulted her and the lights hacked at her faculties with each harsh flash. She had to get out.
Violently she pushed her way through the crowds of faceless people, a constant stream of curses running past her lips, tasting like freedom.
Once outside she gasped for air and dragged in a lungful of sullied, smoky air "“was there no way out of the stuffiness, no clean space for her to breathe in this hole of a town? She drew the air in through her nose, calm enough now for the smoke to have its usual comforting effect on her. She flared her delicate nostrils catching a different scent as the smoke dispersed and was drawn into the lungs of the night.
She was here.
Faith looked down at her hands and for a second they seemed gloved in blood, she shook her head and saw the red light flowing from the heart of the Bronze through the door she'd just passed through.
Still she felt the girl's presence.
She wished she had a cigarette, something to do with her hands.
"Okay Goldilocks, out you come."
"Buffy." The woman said as she stepped into the red life-light.
Faith felt her muscles tense, she wanted something from this girl, that made her vulnerable. Shadows defined Buffy's jutting hip bones, their naked strength "“ sexy.
"I'm Faith." She took hold of the belt loops on Buffy's low slung jeans and roughly pulled her against her body. "One Vampire Slayer, extremely hot would like to meet pure blond slayer-chick for a bit of corruption."
She could see the girl was slightly horrified, but Faith's predatory desires and beauty were already clasping her mind in a vice and as the dark-haired slayer slowly parted her lips, it was twisted into an iron hold. She held Buffy's waist, her thumbs stroking over those hip bones and into the hollows surrounding them, dipping into darkness. Buffy closed her eyes at the sensations.
Faith smiled, the trick of seduction was not blunt force but subtle temptation. Hold the possibility before them and it will caress their mind until they reach out and taste. The siren song of her eve-lips called to Buffy. Uncertainty still in her eyes, she lent in and softly their lips met, as she pulled back her lips clung slightly to Faith's like long parted lovers. Faith broke into a genuine smile before recapturing the girl's lips. Nimble fingers tangled themselves in Faith's luxurious hair as the kiss deepened, her hair was strong yet soft, Faith murmured encouragements with the pleasure caused by Buffy's attention to it.
"I'll be back for the rest sometime soon." Faith said as she pulled back and walked away. She could feel the gratification she had denied herself aching her very veins.
"Faith."
The brunette slayer stopped. "Shit," She thought, "The girl has power over me already."
"You don't get off that easily." Buffy said, she looked Faith up and down assessing her raw sexuality, clothes that melted onto her body, purposefully left little to the imagination.
Buffy walked forwards and extended both hands to her. Puzzled, Faith took them feeling Buffy's fingers caress her own. She looked into those green eyes of hers, she swam in them, drowned in their depths. Buffy pulled Faith's hands, which she knew would be capable, behind her and placed them around her waist. She put her arms around the other slayer neck. Not breaking their connection she began to move slightly to the faint music they could hear coming from the Bronze. Being the smaller of the two she rested her head on Faith's shoulder, finally allowing Faith to breathe and close her eyes, seconds later she opened them again and looked down at Buffy. She gave in to the irresistible impulse to stroke the slayer's blonde hair which streamed down her back with the naturalness of running water, in response Buffy tilted her head with a small, pleased smile.
"Welcome to my kind of seduction." She whispered sweetly, lips close to Faith's ear.
Faith could feel her heart hammering like someone in a padded cell and more than that, she felt like she'd lost some of her soul to this girl, what little of it she had to share anyway.
"Shit, you're good." Was all she could say.
She could see this was the kind of girl who, in no time at all, you'd find yourself in love with. Even someone like her for whom the heart was solely used to push her stubborn blood around her body. Well soon she would bleed, and bleed, and bleed. Until the only way to find a use for her heart would be for it to love. And the person holding the knife which was responsible for the ribbons of blood? The diminutive slayer whose hand now rested in her own.
I avoided posting it here because I didn't know how people would react. But here goes, all comments much appreciated.
~Jaded x
Blood and Water
The sinuous music slithered over her body like a snake of silk. Temptation filled her mind. Apple-red lips plush, kisses ready to be picked.
Her favourite game was seduction, the physical taking of pleasure without guilt"¦ guilt wasn't black despite whatever shit she had read that said it was. Guilt was tarnished white, something pure gone bad. She'd never been pure so she didn't feel its biting touch.
She could smell the acrid smell of sweat mixed with perfume and the musty scent of couples whose dancing had gone too far, skin on skin proving too much. It was the typical kind of crowd, she'd been in millions of clubs like this one. Not running, just not wanting to stand still.
Reds and black were her colours, a warning to those around her. Carnal enjoyment of her life was what she desired, violence, physical power, lust. Then she saw a woman, clearly the yin to her yang. A halo of blonde hair and a tiny, delicate frame, like the skeleton of a leaf. All Faith could do was stare, her intense dark-brown eyes fixated. The woman turned slightly and her eyes lined up with Faith's. An electric chill shot down both their spines, exquisitely pleasurable but also excruciatingly painful. They saw identical darkness, the haunting call of the night and the creatures it shrouded.
Slayer.
Suddenly Faith felt claustrophobic, people leering at her pressed on her mind in a way they never usually did. Pungent smell assaulted her and the lights hacked at her faculties with each harsh flash. She had to get out.
Violently she pushed her way through the crowds of faceless people, a constant stream of curses running past her lips, tasting like freedom.
Once outside she gasped for air and dragged in a lungful of sullied, smoky air "“was there no way out of the stuffiness, no clean space for her to breathe in this hole of a town? She drew the air in through her nose, calm enough now for the smoke to have its usual comforting effect on her. She flared her delicate nostrils catching a different scent as the smoke dispersed and was drawn into the lungs of the night.
She was here.
Faith looked down at her hands and for a second they seemed gloved in blood, she shook her head and saw the red light flowing from the heart of the Bronze through the door she'd just passed through.
Still she felt the girl's presence.
She wished she had a cigarette, something to do with her hands.
"Okay Goldilocks, out you come."
"Buffy." The woman said as she stepped into the red life-light.
Faith felt her muscles tense, she wanted something from this girl, that made her vulnerable. Shadows defined Buffy's jutting hip bones, their naked strength "“ sexy.
"I'm Faith." She took hold of the belt loops on Buffy's low slung jeans and roughly pulled her against her body. "One Vampire Slayer, extremely hot would like to meet pure blond slayer-chick for a bit of corruption."
She could see the girl was slightly horrified, but Faith's predatory desires and beauty were already clasping her mind in a vice and as the dark-haired slayer slowly parted her lips, it was twisted into an iron hold. She held Buffy's waist, her thumbs stroking over those hip bones and into the hollows surrounding them, dipping into darkness. Buffy closed her eyes at the sensations.
Faith smiled, the trick of seduction was not blunt force but subtle temptation. Hold the possibility before them and it will caress their mind until they reach out and taste. The siren song of her eve-lips called to Buffy. Uncertainty still in her eyes, she lent in and softly their lips met, as she pulled back her lips clung slightly to Faith's like long parted lovers. Faith broke into a genuine smile before recapturing the girl's lips. Nimble fingers tangled themselves in Faith's luxurious hair as the kiss deepened, her hair was strong yet soft, Faith murmured encouragements with the pleasure caused by Buffy's attention to it.
"I'll be back for the rest sometime soon." Faith said as she pulled back and walked away. She could feel the gratification she had denied herself aching her very veins.
"Faith."
The brunette slayer stopped. "Shit," She thought, "The girl has power over me already."
"You don't get off that easily." Buffy said, she looked Faith up and down assessing her raw sexuality, clothes that melted onto her body, purposefully left little to the imagination.
Buffy walked forwards and extended both hands to her. Puzzled, Faith took them feeling Buffy's fingers caress her own. She looked into those green eyes of hers, she swam in them, drowned in their depths. Buffy pulled Faith's hands, which she knew would be capable, behind her and placed them around her waist. She put her arms around the other slayer neck. Not breaking their connection she began to move slightly to the faint music they could hear coming from the Bronze. Being the smaller of the two she rested her head on Faith's shoulder, finally allowing Faith to breathe and close her eyes, seconds later she opened them again and looked down at Buffy. She gave in to the irresistible impulse to stroke the slayer's blonde hair which streamed down her back with the naturalness of running water, in response Buffy tilted her head with a small, pleased smile.
"Welcome to my kind of seduction." She whispered sweetly, lips close to Faith's ear.
Faith could feel her heart hammering like someone in a padded cell and more than that, she felt like she'd lost some of her soul to this girl, what little of it she had to share anyway.
"Shit, you're good." Was all she could say.
She could see this was the kind of girl who, in no time at all, you'd find yourself in love with. Even someone like her for whom the heart was solely used to push her stubborn blood around her body. Well soon she would bleed, and bleed, and bleed. Until the only way to find a use for her heart would be for it to love. And the person holding the knife which was responsible for the ribbons of blood? The diminutive slayer whose hand now rested in her own.
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Old Master 3.0
Outstanding...as usual.
