TITLE: Let's Stay Together

AUTHOR: Replica

E-MAIL: replicapants@yahoo.se

RATING: NC-17 for strong language and D/s and a lot of Angst

SPOILERS: Not that I know. This story is set around season 3

PAIRING: Faith/Willow

DISCLAIMER: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to a bunch of other people.

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A/N: Well, this is the first time I post a Buffy fic, so please be gentle. I wrote this about a year ago and I recently found it inside an old note book. Enjoy.

Oh and btw: I have no beta, so there might be some errors that I just haven't noticed.

And I have to warn all sensitve readers that the relationship between the two main characters is of the Dominant/submissive nature.


Knock knock.

My heart starts jumping inside my chest, both from excitement and fear. Or neither? I’m not sure.

Staring at the door for a while, I know she’s waiting impatiently. I know that she’s stamping her foot with her arms crossed over her chest, wondering why the hell I’m taking so long.

I get up from the bed. My legs are like jelly, I can barely hold myself up. I don’t hesitate to open the door, even if my heart tells me to hurry up. Not because I don’t want her here. Cause god knows how much I want her to be here.

That’s what scares me. It scares me that I want her here, that I want her like this. That I want her to have me like this.

When I open the door I realize I was right. She’s leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest and an evil grin on her face.

As soon as I see her, my body goes wild. I feel something like pleasant pain streaming through my body, starting at my crotch and ending in my heart. It feels so good.

“Why did you take so long?” She asks.

“I… I was just…” I stammer out the words. I have to mentally slap myself for not being able to speak. She always does this to me, and she knows it. I can see by the expression on her face. She knows why I took so long, she always does.

I don’t say anything else, just step out of the way and gesticulate with my arm for her to come in. Though I don’t need to. She knows she can always come inside. And if I wouldn’t let her, she would do it anyway. She doesn’t take no for an answer. I like that.

As she enters, she starts looking around as if she’s never been here before. But this is room is more than familiar for the both of us.

I gently close the door as I lean against it. I give her one of my ‘innocent’ looks; I know that gets her started. She used to always say the she loved me for being so innocent. But I don’t know anymore. I wonder what she wants this time. Or rather; what she needs this time.

“Homework.” She mumbles, looking at the bed.

“Yeah, I have this paper on…” as soon as I open my moth she gives me that look. That serious look that could send shivers down the spine of any creepy demon.

And I know what she’s thinking. “You ain’t allowed to talk about that, bitch!” That’s what she’s thinking. I’m not allowed to talk about anything that has to do with my life outside this room. Sometimes I’m not allowed to talk at all. No matter what she says, no matter how much I want her to know, not a word can escape my mouth.

“Sit down.” She says nodding at the bed. And without even thinking twice about it, I do as she says. She says jump, and I ask her how high.

She walks up to me and gently puts her hands in my breasts. Gently rubbing my nipples with her hand, she finally gives them a hard squeeze, making me moan.

This is how it works with her. No talking, no kissing, no nothing. Just cut to the chase. Sometimes it scars me how much I like it having it like this. Or rather; how much I need this.

She takes of my top and bra almost in one mood. One thing’s for sure, she’s smooth like no one else.

At first she looks at me with sweet, gentle eyes, but she must have caught herself falling out of character. All I can see now is rage as she pushes me down on the bed.

“Don’t move.” She commands before taking my right nipple in her mouth.

I throw my head back as another moan escapes my mouth. I can feel her teeth pressing hard against me. It’s painful, but that’s the way we do it.

As she has one nipple in her mouth and the other in her hand, I totally forget what she had told me.

I slip my hands under her top and dig my nails into her back.

“Bitch!” She yells pinning my arms down the mattress. “I told you not to move! And that includes digging your fucking nails into my back!”

I regret that I did that. I’m afraid she’s gonna stand up and leave, leaving me hanging and begging for her to stay. I know she’d love that.

“I...I...I just…”

“Shut up! You’re not allowed to talk.”

I nod, better to obey her.

She turns her attention back to my breasts, but this time she bites me so hard I scream. She bites me harder and harder, after a couple of times I get used to the pain.

“Take off your pants.” She says.

It takes couple of seconds for me to react. But when I do, I take them of as quickly as possible. This is what I’ve been waiting for all week.

“You horny little…” She snickers as she spreads my legs.

And she’s right.

I have to prevent myself from begging her to take me already. “You're ain’t allowed to beg!” she once yelled at me. That was the first and last time I ever begged her for something.

All of the sudden I feel her tongue against me. I shut my eyes tightly as I must fight the urge to grab her head and press her against me.

She flicks her tongue over my clit hard and fast, going faster and faster until she grabs it with her teeth, biting just hard enough to drive me crazy.

She stands up and starts unbuttoning her pants. I look at her, surprised.

“You’re not gonna cum before me.” She says.

I look at her while she’s taking off her clothes. It’s not often I get to see her doing this. I love watching her, but if she ever takes her clothes off, she doesn’t let me watch her.

Now that she’s completely naked, she gives me my clit a quick pinch and moves up to sit on my belly. The last time she sat on me like this, I was wearing a strap on and she was riding me like crazy. I was so close to cuming just from looking at her. She kept me hanging there for hours before she allowed me to cum. It felt so good I thought I was going to die.

She takes my breasts in her hands and squeezes them gently.

“You’re gonna make me cum, right?” She moans.

I look at her, not sure if to answer. She knows I’ll do anything for her, whenever she needs it. That’s why she keeps coming back to me, no matter what she might say or promise herself. She knows I’m crazy for her. But she also knows it can never be her and me, together. She knows it’s because of him. I keep running back to him even though I don’t want to. I don’t love him anymore, my heart belongs to her.

She hates him. She tried to kill him once. Nobody understood why, because they don’t know anything. And I never told, neither did she. Now they don’t trust her anymore, and they would kill her if she knew what she does to me.

We belong to completely different worlds, that’s why we do this; hurt each other.

“Oh, you better make me cum.” She says moving up to crouch over my face. “Be a good girl now and I‘ll let you get off later.”

I start licking right away, gently. She doesn’t like to wait and I aim to please.

She starts moaning softly, grabbing on to my hair with both her hands. I know what this means, she wants more, faster, harder.

I give her what she wants.

First slowly, but she gives me another pull and I increase the pace.

I scrape my teeth against her and she throws her head back moaning.

“Harder.” She moans.

And I go harder.

“Faster!”

And I go faster.

When she finally cums, her body is shaking and her hands are holding a firm grip on my hair. She moves of my face and sits on my belly again.

She looks so incredibly beautiful; I wish I could kiss her. But I know better.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” She asks.

I nod.

“What?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been a bad girl. Talking when you shouldn’t, moving when you should be lying still. I don’t know if you deserve to cum.” She says kissing my cheeks. She places a kiss on my mouth and I can taste her on her lips and on my own lips.

She’s everywhere.

“How bad do you want it?”

As I am about to answer her question, she pinches my clit again.

“I asked you a question, I expect an answer.”

“I need it.”

“That’s not a good enough answer. Tell me how much you want it!”

“I want it so bad.”

“Beg!”

“Please, please I need you.”

“That’s more like it.” She says shoving two fingers hard into me. I arch my back and scream.

She’s moving in and out of me unusually slow and gentle. I wait for her to become rough again, but she never does. Instead she keeps on moving slowly. I’m not used to this, we never do this. Not since I went back to him and broke her heart. Since then the sex has only been about aggressions and choler instead of love. We make it as cruel as possible, reminding ourselves that we can’t be together. A way to keep the love away.

I avoid looking in to her eyes, I’m afraid of what I’ll see. But soon enough, I can’t help myself.

In her eyes I see love, I see what we’ve done everything to keep out. Her eyes are like on fire, but in a completely different way than otherwise.

She moves in closer and gives me a peck on the cheek. I can hear her heavy breathing as she continues up my jaw line, stopping at my earlobe. She starts moving her fingers a little bit faster, but still gentle.

“I…” She whispers.

I look into her eyes and wait for her to finish the sentence.

But she never does.

Instead she shoves a third finger inside of me. So hard I scream again.

“I’m gonna make you scream.” She says moving her fingers faster, harder.

And I do. I scream. I scream out of pain, I scream out of pleasure, I scream out of anger. And I scream out of love.

When I cum, she moves off me right away and disappears in to the bathroom. She always does, never even looks at me. She can never look into my eyes after we’re done. It’s game over. The game is over and we’re back to being two people in love who can’t seem to work it out.

I sit up, resting on my arms behind my back, when she comes back from the other room.

All the anger, all that about wanting it harder and faster is gone. All I can see is hurt. Her heart is breaking; it seems like she takes this even harder than I do.

“Hey…”

“Just, don’t.” She says holding up her hand.

“I know it’s hard…”

“You don’t know shit!” She says between clenched teeth. The anger is back in her eye. “You don’t know shit about how I feel.”

She’s right. I wish I knew what was going on inside her head.

She puts her clothes back on while I can’t do anything but look at her. When she’s done, she takes a deep breath and looks at me, turns around and heads for the door.

“Hey.” I stop her before she leaves. She gives me a tired look.

“I... uh…”

She raises her eyebrows and waits for me to say something.

“I’ll call you.” I say.

She shrugs as she turns around and leaves.

I sit on the bed thinking maybe it’s a good thing I never told her.

Maybe next time.

THE END


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