CoF - Laure Alexander - The Other Slayer

Summary: The chemistry between Faith and Spike in the basement screamed for this fic. While Buffy's ignoring Spike, he and Faith turn to each other. Season 7.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Faith/Spike
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.
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As the door closed slowly--sadly--in his face, Spike felt her behind him, silent and still.

He didn't turn, just continued to stare at the door, every sense focused on the woman in the room as she buried herself deeper inside herself and shut everyone else out.

"Everyone in this house deserves better than this. We can't win if she cuts us all off."

"You thinking mutiny, girl?" Finally, he glanced over his shoulder, just in time to catch the indecision on her expressive face.

"...Not yet," Faith finally replied. "Right now I'm thinking neither of us deserves to be alone."

As she took a step towards him, Spike's nostrils flared and the scent of her arousal hit him. "What are you playing at, Faith?"

"Not playing." She stepped closer and he turned to face her, bringing them within six inches of each other. For long moments they stared into each others' eyes, then Spike nodded to the stairs.

Nodding back, Faith turned and headed down the stairs. Behind her, the soulful vampire took a deep shaking breath and glanced back at the closed door. One hand brushed against the solid wood, and he softly sighed.

Spike found Faith sitting on the cot, leaning back against the wall next to the chains. She'd stripped to a t-shirt and panties, and was seemingly totally comfortable.

Slowly he shook his head. "I'm never going to have her again, regardless. Chances are we're both going to die horrible deaths in the next few weeks." He shrugged and pulled his t-shirt over his head. "Why be alone?"

"No naughty girl on girl action?" His hands moved to the zipper of his jeans as he kicked off his boots.

"They were scared of me. Plus, not really my thing." At his look, she shrugged. "Not that I'm against it or anything, but I prefer something big and hard to play with." Her voice died away as Spike pulled off his jeans. "Oh...yeah...that's what I'm talking about."

Nude and erect, Spike posed with his hands on his hips for a moment. "Like what you see then?"

Faith licked her suddenly dry lips and nodded, then reached for her t-shirt and tugged it over her head. As her hair spilled into her face, she felt the air shift around her and then she was on her back, a cool, hard body pressing her down. Dumping the shirt on the floor, she caught his shoulders, then slid her hands down his back and around his hips. "I always wondered if a vampire was ice-cold," she murmured as she wrapped one hand around his cock.

Propping himself on one hand, Spike returned the favor, slipping one hand down the front of her panties to finger her damp flesh.

"What about me?" she asked, a bit breathlessly as his thumb twirled around her swelling clitoris.

Lifting her head and wrapping the fingers of her free hand into his hair, she tugged him down for a passionate kiss. As their lips and tongues tangled, they continued to caress each other until they were both panting from need.

Breaking the kiss, Spike trailed his lips down her heated face and neck. He felt her flinch slightly and dropped the next kiss between her breasts.

He knew her concern and softly said, "I'll only bite if you ask me, luv," before licking his tongue across one nipple while his free hand tweaked the other.

Faith arched into the twin touches and began to rub her knees along his hips. He responded by slipping two fingers into her dripping passage, pumping them at a quick pace.

"Years of practice," he replied with a smirk before rising to his knees and skimming her panties down and off her long legs. Catching one of her feet he nibbled on her ankle, then ran his tongue along her arch, making her moan in desire. He slid the leg over his shoulder and slid down the bed to rest his head on her trembling thigh.

"Pretty puss," Spike murmured before parting her swollen labia with one hand and lapping up her juices.

"Oh shit!" Faith shoved her fist in her mouth and guided his head with her other hand as he licked hard and fast at her clit. As her first orgasm crashed over her, she screamed, her fist muffling the sound.

Spike didn't let her come down, but continued to suck and lick at her hot flesh. His fingers returned to her clenching passage and he thumped them upwards, reaching for her most sensitive spots.

Faith thrashed on the bed, her legs wrapping around his head, as she quickly built to another release. Arching her back, she ground herself against his face. His free hand found her stomach and pushed her back down as he fastened his lips around her throbbing clit and sucked hard.

The second orgasm rolled over her and she whimpered and bucked, her eyes dancing wildly around the room before falling shut as the tremors made her collapse in a limp heap. Her legs fell away from him, and she groaned his name.

Slowly rubbing his erection against the rough blanket, Spike gently licked her clean, then moved back over her.

Feeling the tip of his cock prod her overheated cleft, Faith opened her eyes to see him grinning down on her, her secretions smeared across his chiseled face. She lifted her head and licked his chin, tasting herself.

"Bring it on," she whispered, her hands catching his shoulders to bring him to her for another kiss. As their lips met, Spike thrust forward, sliding easily into her wet heat.

His first thought, as her Slayer muscles clamped down on his cock and her lithe body wrapped around his, was of Buffy, but then her fingernails scraped his back and she hissed something wonderfully obscene in his ear.

Somehow he managed to turn them on the narrow cot so that he was on his back and she was rising above him, perspiration sliding down her ivory skin, her long curls shrouding her breasts until she flung her head back and moaned as a shudder ran through her.

"Promised to ride me till I popped, pet," he gasped out, his hands on her hips, moving her back and forth, rubbing all their most sensitive spots together.

"Ride of your life," she replied, lifting her hips and slamming them back down, for the first time truly free to use her strength and agility and not have to think about the consequences. Bracing her hands on Spike's chest, feeling the pectoral muscles tense beneath her fingers, Faith gave him a feral grin and went wild.

Within thirty seconds his eyes were rolling back in his head and he was pumping uncontrollably up into her as she clenched and released and squeezed even tighter, her pussy sucking his cock like a pulsating throat. His fingers dug into her curvy bottom, but he no longer controlled her.

Raising his knees, he shoved at her back until she fell forward. Lifting his head, he caught one of her nipples between his lips and ravaged it with hard pulls and nips.

Faith gasped and rocked harder, her eyes molten with desire as they met his. As he nipped his way across her chest to her other breast, she clenched her fingers around his shoulders with bruising intensity and slammed her hips down, grinding her aching clit against his pubic bone.

"Time to pop, babe," she grunted harshly as another orgasm swelled within her. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed her vaginal muscles, pinning his cock at the edge of her womb. Her orgasm crashed through her, spilling molten liquid over him, and Spike cried out mindlessly and exploded, bucking his hips up into her as she rode out her own pleasure.

Panting for air and shaking like a leaf, Faith collapsed and buried her face in the curve of his neck as Spike continued to thrust more gently as he spilled himself into her. Finally, he fell back with a groan and they both lay still.

Faith giggled and Spike chuckled back as he drew her down for a gentle kiss. As their tongues touched, his cock stirred and swelled still inside her. Eyes widening, Faith drew back from the kiss and stared down at the smug expression on his face.

Spike grinned and rolled them so that he lay between her spread thighs. "Yep. Want me to prove it?"

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