Like to Like

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Summary: Alternating POVs in this not overly graphic femmeslash fic. What I'd like to see happen when Faith arrives on BtVS. The Slayers' reunion gets a bit hot.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: R
PAIRINGS: Buffy/Faith
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: To Amy who just went through wrist surgery and loves this pairing.
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When Willow called from L.A. to tell me she was bringing Faith home with her...

Not that I've given Faith much thought over the last three years, but if I had, I would have thought I'd be angry, that the fury I'd felt the last time I'd seen her would overwhelm me. She stole my life, she slept with my boyfriend, she beat up my mother, she...Angel...

Three years ago I forced myself to stop thinking about those scenes in L.A. between the three of us. Seeing Angel protect her made me see red, and for months afterwards, just the thought of Faith sent me right back to that place of fury and hate.

But...it's all gone now.

I have no time for holding onto grudges. No time for a lot of things, including living.

When they arrived in Sunnydale, and Faith hesitated on the doorstep, I saw in her what I'd seen so long ago, what I only catch glimpses of in the Potentials. She's my sister. She's my other half. She's...me.

Before the badness, I resented her for so much. She was wild and free. Sometimes I wondered what might have been if she hadn't killed. Could she have tamed some of her wildness?

Could she have freed some of mine?

I have all that inside myself. The wickedness and the ferocity. I now know where it comes from, and I won't deny it's there. Those qualities are parts of the Slayer whole.

Sometimes I think Faith's the better Slayer because she embraces her dark side while I fight it. Closer to the First Slayer than I'll ever allow myself to be, she's the fists of fury. I'm the slashing blade.

We compliment each other.

So, when she stood there, nibbling on her pale lip, her face free of the usual colored mask, her eyes wide and full of apprehension, I did what no one expected.

I embraced her, drew her in, and welcomed her home.

I think only Giles wasn't shocked. He sees more in us than we see in ourselves. He's the Watcher, after all, trained to observe the nuances.

He knows what we are.

Does he know what we do every night?

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She welcomed me into her life again, and this time I'm not fucking it up. I thought...hell, I thought she might simply kill me and trigger one of the girls who stood there in the living room, gaping at me.

Buffy's the Legend, but I'm the Slayer. The current one, the one who has to die for them to reach the fruition of their calling. I scare every one of them.

But I don't scare her.

She's changed. While I stagnated in prison, only my tattered soul finding a measure of growth, she grew strong and wise and tough. She grew hard.

This Buffy would have beaten me one hand tied behind her back. This Buffy would have stabbed that knife through my heart and fed me to Angel.

All the things she's gone through have made her what she is.

The best.

And I don't resent that.

Once upon a time I would have. Hell, I resented her having family and friends so much I threw it all away, threw her away. She's closer to me than blood, but it took me years to figure that out.

And now I have a second chance to be all that I could have been. Cliched, I know, but I want to prove myself. I want to show that I'm the Slayer, not a rabid dog. I want to help her save the world.

She inspires that in all of us.

Spike...Oh wow, she inspired a vampire to regain his soul for her. That's more than Angel ever did, ever would have. I've faced Angelus. He's just a nasty bastard. But, Spike, he fought alongside her soulless and evil. He changed where no other vampire ever has.

All because of her.

So, I figure, I can continue changing, too.

For her, but most importantly, for myself.

*****

Years of lifting weights and running heavy machinery without lotion and manicurists have left her hands rough and strong.

But I love how they feel on my skin, rasping against my softness. Even with all of five minutes a day in the bathroom I manage to pamper my skin, but she never pampered hers. She is rough where I am soft.

But, we're both hard as steel one layer down. Slipping my hand over the flat plane of her stomach I feel the taut muscles, the edges of hard bone at her pelvis. My body is the same beneath silky epidermis.

We're built to be wiry and slight, easier to slip free of evil's grasp that way, but there is fullness here, too. Breasts spill over my hands as I cup them, her inner thigh quivers against my knee as I rub against the silky crease between thigh and torso. The down between her legs is crinkly yet soft.

Her kisses...they're the softest of all.

The first kiss came as a surprise to both of us. We were sharing a shower--there's only so much hot water, after all--and we both turned and bumped against each other, and I looked up, and she looked down, and then...

I think we moved at the same time. Regardless, we both wanted it. The first hesitant kiss burst into passion, and we made love right there in the shower as the water grew cold and the knocks on the door turned to irate pounding.

I've never given being with a woman much thought. When Willow told me she was gay, I was a bit intrigued, but I couldn't think of one woman I might be attracted to. Faith never came to mind.

It's only now, weeks after we began, that I remember those days in high school, the wild flirtations, the sexy dancing.

We were coming on to each other, and I never realized it.

I'm not gay. There's just something special about Faith. It comes down to what we are.

Shared power.

*****

For some reason I always thought Buffy would be girly in bed, but she's not. Maybe it comes from bedding vampires, but she's hot and fast, almost a force of nature.

I've only been with humans, and, unless I just didn't give a damn about hurting them, I've had to be careful. Although that strength gained me respect and dozens of offers in prison, I chose not to take any of the women up on it. I didn't want to accidently hurt anyone and get myself thrown in solitary.

And, though I'm all for sex any time, any way, something inside me held back, as if by letting myself feel that kind of pleasure, I was no longer atoning.

So, I've been celibate, while Buffy's been bedding a vamp, a lover who can match her strength and speed and ferocity.

Like I can.

Oh, not that she can't be soft and slow and sweet, but it's a nice change of pace to just go at it and fuck ourselves blind until we're bruised and wet and exhausted.

Takes a lot to wipe out a Slayer.

*****

In the afterglow we kiss tenderly, light, soft pecks, as our bodies come down from the peak. Our hands caress sweaty flanks and muscular shoulders. We still each other's trembling and relax.

We take these moments to live in the now, to just enjoy each other and our own bodies.

To be alive and not think of tomorrow.

"This is nice," we both say at the same time, then giggle and cuddle closer, for the moment just being two girls.

Two lovers.

Not two Slayers.

End