Title: New Girl

Author: Angel Jade

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Fem slash, PWP, language.

Spoilers: Season three BtVS

Pairings: Cordelia/Faith

Summary: Faith has to wonder what it is Cordelia sees in Xander.

Setting: Season three, BtVS, not long after ‘Faith, Hope and Trick’

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The Bronze is so packed tonight I can barely breathe in there. I had to

get out.

The cold air is refreshing and I stand by the door, letting it cool me

down. I don’t stray too far. Doesn’t pay to be stupid in Sunnydale

after all.

I really shouldn’t have taken Xander’s offer to dance. He’s such a

moron sometimes. A loveable, mildly cute moron. But a moron nevertheless.

I close my eyes for a second, enjoying the feeling of the air on my

skin.

“This a private moment or can anyone join in?”

I look round and see Faith poking her head out the door, watching me.

“Knock yourself out.” I say, not exactly bothered either way.

“Saw you dancing in there.” She states, lighting up a cigarette.

“That must have been fun for you.” I reply, watching her bring the

cigarette to her lips and inhale.

“Why are you with him?” She asks, suddenly.

I look at her, trying to suss out what she means. “What’s it to you?”

She shrugs. “He’s great and all. I’d screw him. But he just don’t seem

your type, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry, new girl, but you really don’t know me.” I say, shortly.

“So lets save the judging session for when we’ve done the bonding thing.”

“Thought that was what this was.” She says with a little smile. She

offers me the cigarette when I don’t answer and my sarcastic look is

enough to make her change her mind.

“Didn’t see you dancing in there. No one strike your fancy?” I ask,

just to fill the silence.

“The men are just little boys, desperate to lose their virginity and

the girls…well, they’re just not interested.” She sighs.

“Figures.” I say. “That you’d be into that.”

“That?” She smirks. “You telling me you never thought about fucking one

of your friends? Girls are better, you know. Softer, easier to play

with. And more fun. Depending on your choice, obviously.”

“Okay, ew.” I say, rolling my eyes.

She laughs. “You’ve really never thought about it? Kissing another

girl? Wanted to feel one between your legs, bringing you so high you can’t

breathe from the power of your orgasms? Touching and playing and

knowing what you’re doing is bad and that if your friends found out it’d be

the end of the world and that fact just making it so much sweeter? It’s

pure adrenaline, Cor. Best feeling in the world.”

Okay, so much for the cold air cooling me down. Just the way she

describes it has made me flush red. I feel on fire again. “Thanks for

sharing.”

“I was watching you dance.” She says, finally. “The way you move, the

way you press your body up against any one that comes near you. You made

me so hot I wanted to fuck you right there on the dance floor.”

I frown at her. “Jeez, skanky much?”

“What’s wrong, not used to girls wanting to play you like the dirty

girl you are?” She teases.

I’m trying for a snappy comeback, but she’s making it very hard. I’m so

hot now I can barely think straight and her eyes on me doesn’t make it

any easier.

She moves forward, smiling as I step back into the wall. She’s almost

touching me, she’s so close. I can feel her breath on me. I don’t think

I can take this…

“Faith, what are you…?”

“Shhh.” She whispers. “I can make you shake with more pleasure than you

can handle.” A hand touches my side and I let it, no desire for it

stop. “What do you say, Cordy? Let me play and I’ll show you what you’re

missing.”

“I’m not…” I begin. It’s the first thing that comes into my head.

“Nobody is. Just let it happen. Makes it that much sweeter.” She grins,

her hand trailing down past the waistline of my pants until her finger

is on the material covering my pussy, rubbing softly. This is where I

should protest and tell her to stop. Tell her I’m not like her, I have a

boyfriend and I don’t like girls…

But it feels so damn good, her hand over me like that. Pressing against

me, stirring something powerful inside that I need to resolve *now*. I

need more and I’m not ashamed to get it. My hips moving against her

hand gives her enough incentive and she leans forward, never stopping her

movements. “Come back to mine.”

I just nod, lost inside the feeling she’s created inside me. I wonder

how the hell I’m gonna make it back to hers now I feel like I’m gonna

come any second.

*****

We burst through the motel door, her lips on mine and hands desperately

touching each other’s bodies. She slams the door with her foot and

guides me over to the bed. She muffles something into the kiss but I don’t

understand and I don’t care to. My legs hit the side of the bed and I

fall back, Faith coming with me.

We break the kiss for a moment and she pulls her top off, throwing it

away. “Faith…”

“Don’t back out now, Cor. We’re just getting to the good stuff.” She

grins playfully as her hands slide under my top, pulling it awkwardly

over my head. She looks rather surprised there’s no bra underneath.

I don’t think about what I’m doing here. Because the moment I do, I’ll

start worrying about Xander, and the fact I’m with Faith in a motel

room. This is so not my style. But I don’t worry about it. Because right

now, Faith’s lips are teasing my nipples and I don‘t think I’ve ever

felt this good before.

“Oh God, Faith. Don’t stop.” I murmur as I close my eyes, focusing on

the tingling sensation that’s spreading through out my body. She

continues playing with my breasts as her hands slide down my stomach towards

the waistband of my jeans.

The zipper is pulled down and my hips rise slightly to help her get my

pants out the way, my black lace panties going with them. I feel out of

it, drunk even. And I haven’t even had a drink tonight. It’s not all

bad though, because no way would I be doing this if I had a clear head.

She parts my legs slightly and her finger makes its way to my clit. As

it makes contact, my body tenses and I think I utter something in

another language. Her free hand continues to caress every part of my naked

body.

God, she’s making me so horny. I just wanna come hard, I want her to

taste me. I wanna feel her tongue inside me. “Lick me, please.” I beg,

desperately. “I want you to.”

She pinches my clit slightly and watches as I jerk with the pain and

pleasure. “All in good time.”

I gasp as her fingers leave my clit and slide inside my cunt, starting

to draw in and out, fucking me slowly. My whole body is moving with her

movements in an attempt to get more. She’s so in control here and I

just feel like I’m gonna explode any second.

“Feel good, C?” She asks, thrusting in a little harder.

I nod, biting my lip to keep from moaning.

“Want me to lick you until you scream with pleasure?” She asks, raising

her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh God, yes.” I whisper.

Her fingers withdraw and she leans down, her tongue extending out to

brush across my clit before circling it. I gasp and moan as she continues

to taste me and with every passing second, I swear I’m getting wetter

and hotter down there.

I grasp at the bed sheets, desperate to hold onto something. “Feels so

good, don’t stop.” I gasp.

Her tongue pushes inside me as far as it will go and it feels so

fucking good. I sit up, my hands running through her hair, holding her gently

into my pussy. Her hands run up my thighs, before scraping down, angry

red marks appearing. But I don’t care. I don’t even feel it over the

intense feeling that’s throbbing through out my lower body. I can feel

myself starting to come and my legs tighten around her face. One last

nibble of my clit is all I need and I’m coming hard with a strangled cry

of pleasure.

Faith pulls away and places her hands on my shoulders, guiding me back

down onto the bed. She crawls, over, her clothes missing. I don’t even

remember her taking them off. But this is the last thing on my mind as

she leans down for another kiss, this one more wild and passionate than

the others. She takes one of my hands and leads it down to her pussy.

I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing, but I want to…so I try to remember

exactly how she did it. I’m doing something right because she

immediately tenses and begins to ride my finger.

“Faith.” I interrupt, hesitatingly. “I wanna taste you.”

She smiles and nods. “Want me to fuck that pretty little mouth of

yours, huh?”

God, I love how she talks dirty. Makes me shiver every time. “Yes.”

She moves up my body until she’s straddling my face and continues to

ride me, my tongue now doing all the work.

“Aw, that’s it. You were born for this.” She says, groaning. “Bet

Harris doesn’t know how much you like eating me, does he?”

I start getting horny all over again and my hand slips down to my own

pussy and I start to masturbate.

“You’re not such a good girl now are you, Cor?” She teases, her hands

reaching out and holding onto the headboard to keep her balance.

I want to reply, but my mouth’s a little busy, so I’ll save my witty

come backs for later. For now, all I wanna do it make her come. Hard.

I start to fuck her as fast and as rough as I can, my tongue darting in

and out of her cunt with more power than I thought I possessed. She

groans with appreciation and ride’s me that much harder. I can feel her

whole body starting to spasm above me. She comes, screaming out her

pleasure until silence fills the room. She rolls off me and lies on the bed,

breathing hard.

“Holy shit.” She mutters.

“Right there with ya.” I say with a tired smile.

“Think your boyfriend’ll mind you coming round again?” She asks me.

I laugh quietly to myself.. “Only if he can join in next time.”

She grins. “The more the merrier.”

The End