What
was so great about being a Slayer anyway? Cordelia wondered. Just
being around one was enough to get her shot at, nearly blown up,
and almost vampire food. She had no illusions that being one would
impact negatively on her desire to reach twenty-five and become
a world renowned movie star.
God
knows Buffy was a disaster. Sure, she started out with the right
equipment, but she was definitely a few fries short of a happy meal.
Thinking that she owned the world, all hoity-toity-everything-my-way,
Little Miss Violence First, bad blonde dye job. And her choice in
friends was atrocious.
Cordelia
Chase smoothed the front of her ravaged ball gown and tried to look
regal when another pathetic excuse for a teenaged male told her
how sorry he was she didn’t win homecoming queen. This whole
night was ridiculous. She lost, which was so not in the cards, and
she got hijacked, ruining a perfectly good Versace. It was inexcusable.
But
those vamps thought she had been the slayer. The dark Slayer. Faith.
Scanning
the crowd for the subject of her thoughts, Cordy eyed her haughtily
across the punch bowl. Watched as Faith made some lewd comment to
that pathetic Jonathan; watched as he blushed, cringed and nearly
wet himself.
Faith
was something else again. She had a spark that Buffy didn’t-
all woe-is-me all the time. Faith didn’t make excuses, she
dealt, she moved on. Cordelia could admire that in a girl- a gogetter
that never gave in to the whine.
The
brunette slayer moved along the wall of the gym, eyes skipping over
the dancing throng. Cordelia wondered what went on in her mind,
if she even saw the high school drama that traipsed along beside
the Scoobies. To be apart from it all…tempting thought.
When
Faith pushed the door open and slid out, Cordelia was surprised
to find her feet following. She brushed past minions and boot lickers
alike, quelling them with a slightly tarnished sneer. Moments later,
she followed the Slayer through the door into the dark corridor.
She didn’t see anything at first, walking down the passageway
that she thought Faith had probably used, nearly screaming when
a hand fell on her arm from a dark alcove.
“Scare
you, Princess?”
Cordelia
gave a glare to end all glares, but Faith didn’t even flinch.
“No. I was just out…looking for some water.”
Arching
an eyebrow, Faith took a step closer, invading Cordelia’s
space. “Water? What, the punch not good enough for you at
the dance? I always thought you were more the punch type.”
Cordy
swallowed and felt the wall behind her back. Faith was slightly
shorter than she was, but all muscle. The younger girl titled her
head up slightly to look up and Cordy could see some faint sparkles
on the dark lashes.
“When
I want water, I like water. What’s wrong with that?”
It
was inexcusable that this Slayer was making her nervous, if that’s
what it was, the dampness in her palms, the way her breath was shallow
and harsh. Cordelia didn’t do nervous around social lessers,
but this…
“Oh,
so it’s water you want. Huh.” Faith placed both hands
on the wall, one on either side of Cordelia’s shoulders. She
flinched, but Faith didn’t seem to notice. “I saw you
watching me in there, looking at me like I was a tasty treat.”
“What?!?
No! I didn’t do anything of the—“
She
was cut off by the pressure of Faith’s lips on her own, soft
and slightly sweet. She was too shocked to move, but even more shocked
to realize her lips were parting and she was kissing her back.
Faith
let go of the wall, sliding her hands up Cordelia’s shoulders
to rest in the long brown hair, tugging slightly. The pain was sharp,
quick, and sent a thread of electricity through her veins. To Cordy’s
ever lasting horror, she moaned.
Moaned!
Okay,
this was going too far. But when she moved to push Faith away, her
hands went to the other girl’s waist instead, curling her
closer, perky breasts pushing against her own. She could feel Faith
smile against her lips, the flick of tongue that teased and taunted
all at once.
The
hand in her hair let go, trailing along her collar bone to curve
along the underside of her breast, flicking light fingers across
her nipple. Cordy froze, gasping when the finger pinched, twisting
the nipple slightly through satin cloth.
Faith
gave Cordy’s tongue one last lick then leaned her head back.
Cordy looked down into dark eyes and shuddered as the other girl
brushed her hair back from her cheek.
“So,
Cordelia, was I wrong? You were after water after all?”
Breathless,
Cordy couldn’t answer Faith, but she did have an answer for
herself. Maybe this was exactly what was so great about being the
Slayer, and damned if Cordy wasn’t going to find out all she
could.
~Fin~
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