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Heart's Desire	By : PencilNeck Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 9582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 11:
Bizarre Love Triangle

Kennedy pulls her damp hair back into a ponytail, and wipes
the sweat from her eyes and face with a towel.
She shakes herself loose, and continues working the heavy bag. She doesn�t have to pull her punches here,
doesn�t have to keep control. She lets
fly with everything she�s got. Maintains
her posture and her form, but looses the full extent of her slayer power. Her mind is racing. Her muscles are aching. She�s been at it for hours. Usually by now she�s calmed down. Usually by now she�s tired.

But she�s more edgy than she can remember. She�s confused and scared and something else
she can�t quite pinpoint.

She�s still hammering away when Faith walks in.

�Hey Junior? You still here?�

�What of it?� Kennedy
says between breaths.

Faith takes off her jacket throws it on the mats. She sits down and starts stretching. �Nothin�. Just saying. You been here since
after dinner.�

�Just sweating out some stress.�

�I thought that was my job?�
Faith smiles.

Kennedy turns, about to lay into the girl. Until she sees the look she�s getting. She drops beside Faith on the mats.

�You�re not freaked out?
I mean she�s coming back tomorrow.�
Kennedy wraps herself up in Faith�s arms. �You know��

�I know. If Willow
wants you back, you�ll go.� Faith pulls
some strands of matted hair away from Kennedy�s face. �But that�s tomorrow.� And she leans down and kisses Kennedy on the
lips.

****************************

Buffy climbs out of the taxi, giving the man her last few
euros. She turns to face the gloomy
castle, and with a deep breath, walks up and through the front door. This
won�t be so hard�

Now if only she can avoid seeing anyone until she can talk
to Dawn. She goes to the stairwell. Nobody uses the stairs. She�ll be alone. She starts climbing. Only four floors. Dawn is the only person she can face right
now. Better to sneak in, talk to
her. Wait until later to deal with�

Faith. She can feel her. It makes the hairs on her neck stand up, and
goose bumps come up on her skin. Makes her have to sit down.
It�s just so strong� Maybe if I know where she is, I can make
sure not to run into her�

And she reaches out. Just a little. Opens up a teensy bit.
Ok, where is she�

Buffy is standing in the training room. She looks around.

Faith is lying on the mats.
With Kennedy.

They�re wrestling?

****************************

Kennedy pushes Faith down, holding her arms up over her
head. She kisses Faith hard. Traps the girl�s hands with
one of her own. Trails wet lips
down to her neck. Feels Faith shift
underneath, letting Kennedy fit her body in between long legs. This is Kennedy�s favorite part. When Faith lets her take
control. When
she trusts her that much. Because it doesn�t last long. Faith always ends up on top.

She stops to caress Faith�s face before running her hand
gently down. She tugs down on the hem of
the girl�s top before raising it up over her head.

�Mmm, yummy.� Kennedy winks at Faith before leaning in to
take the hardening nipples into her mouth, one by one.

Faith�s chuckle becomes a soft groan, and she struggles
weakly to free her hands. She wraps one
leg around Kennedy, squeezing her with it.

Slipping her hand quickly under the drawstring of Faith�s
sweats, Kennedy runs her hand over the soft trimmed hairs, feeling the shivers
caused by her light touch.

�Do you ever wear underwear?� Kennedy suppresses a laugh.

�You complaining?� Faith manages to say it between short
breaths.

Kennedy just smiles.
She pushes gently, further parting Faith�s thighs. And moves in on her target. Two fingers swirl across damp curls, pushing
through them to find warmth and wetness.
More shivers.

Kennedy needs both hands now, so she lets go of her grip on
Faith�s wrists. Immediately one freed
hand is tangled in her hair, tugging in the way Kennedy likes. The other slips down to the mats. For leverage.

Kennedy flicks her tongue against Faith�s nipple, brushing
the other with one hand. She transfers
her weight, holding Faith�s body down.

�No way. You are staying right where you are. I have a plan for you. A plan that requires you to
be flat on your back.� She slinks
carefully down the side of Faith�s body, pulling down the girl�s sweat pants
and tossing them aside.

Shifts her body down. Trails kisses from the breast to the
belly. Kisses Faith�s hip, her
thigh. Little groans escaping from both
of them.

She raises one arm back up to her breasts, knowing that
Faith needs to hold on to some part of her.
She smiles up at the girl, partly reassuring, partly cocky. And then she brings her head down. Gently exploring. Touching. Tasting. Tonguing.

****************************

Okay. So not wrestling. So very not wrestling. I need to go.
� Look at me going.

She turns away. Looks at the wall. Concentrates on getting away. Tries to ignore the truly
fantastic groaning coming from behind her. Forget about the massive blushing, the
embarrassment, the heat creeping up. And the other things her body is doing,
completely without her permission.

Like turning back toward the groaning�

Buffy doesn�t want to look.
But she�s transfixed. Part of her
knows that she�s really in the stairwell, probably sitting against the wall
with a weird look on her face. But the
other part is here. Trapped
here with Kennedy and a very naked, writhing Faith.

She tries again to close the connection. Get away.
She closes her eyes.

Stupid transparent
eyelids�

****************************

Faith grasps Kennedy�s hand tightly. She�s close.
She�s trying to squirm away, to pull back. But she�s also trying to get closer. Her back is arching. Her hips buck and sway. Her whole body is tingling, and none of her
parts seem to know what they�re trying to accomplish. Oh God.

�Oh God!� Faith never goes to the god place.
�I�m�� And the rest is cut short by a
wave of warmth and shuddering release.

Kennedy crawls up to lie beside the shaking, quivering heap
that was once Faith. She pulls the girl
into an embrace, letting Faith clutch to her tightly. She places a little peck on Faith�s
forehead. She sees a little frown appear
on the girl�s previously serene face.

�Dumb question, but what�s going on in there? Whatcha thinking about?� Kennedy trails a finger across Faith�s cheek.

Faith lifts her head

�Buffy?�

****************************

Did she see me? Oh my God� she saw me. Or sensed me�

Buffy sits on the floor of the stairwell, gasping. She has to calm down. Stop panicking. Catch her breath.

She slides up the wall.
Standing now.
She really has to get out of here.

Buffy slowly climbs the stairs, trying to push down the
images that keep flashing in front of her eyes.
Scrunch it down. Put it
away. Save it for the inevitable
therapy.

Buffy shakes her head, hoping that these loose thoughts will
just fall out. But they stick. She climbs the stairs, and with every step
her mind flips though another image.

Faith�s lips releasing a soft moan.

Faith�s back arched, a sheen of
sweat making her skin glisten.

Faith curled up against Kennedy.

What�s with that anyway? What
ever happened to �get some, get gone�?
That was �get some, get cuddles�.

Buffy pouts without even realizing it.

And
with Kennedy? Is Kennedy cheating on Willow? I�ll
kill her. And the way they were� that wasn�t their
first time together. Oh no! Are they in love?

Buffy feels a jolt. Like sinking, but from the inside. The word �crestfallen� now holds a more
concrete meaning.

So that�s who she�s
been� I didn�t think to ask. I didn�t want to know... It�s none of my business. I don�t care.

Buffy�s internal ramblings are cut short by a wave of nausea
and dread. She has to sit. The images in her head are taking over�

Faith catching her breath as a tongue grazes her
nipple. Flashes of
soft skin and moaning, and the smell of sex. Darkness and leather and
pain. Short
breaths, groans of pleasure and fear.
Blood, and want. The consuming twisted need in her. To have this girl.

She can still hear it.
She can always hear it.

�Buffy... No� I
can�t.�

�Buffy? Please!�

Her pain is immediate and overwhelming. Her body is crying, but there are no tears
left. She shakes and covers her face
with her hands. Silent sobs wrack her
body. She lets herself feel it. The guilt, the shame, the
god awful sickening knowledge of what she�s done; who she�s done it to. The truth of it.

It takes a long time.
Feeling everything. Sitting there in the stairwell alone,
grieving. Eventually she calms
herself. Shuts the
door on the horror. Because if she doesn�t, if she can�t� she�ll never move
again.

And there are bigger things�
Scarier things.

She�s definitely not ready for this. Especially now.

She reaches the landing for the fourth floor. Peeks down the hallway. Deserted. Walks quietly to the door.

But it�s Dawn. After
everything, it�s only fair to see her right away. She takes a breath, and knocks.

****************************

Dawn stumbles out of bed.
Stupid people knocking on the stupid door at three o�clock in the stupid morning.
She runs a hand through her long dark hair, shaking out the tangles of a
restless sleep. Yawning, she opens the
door to her room.

Buffy.

Her hand flies out and slaps Buffy hard on the cheek. Then her arms reach out and grab her in a
tight hug.

Buffy in her rumpled khakis and sweatshirt, and Dawn in her
caterpillar P.J.�s. Falling
to their knees together in the hallway.
There�s no talking. After a good
ten minutes, Dawn pulls back. Wipes her eyes with the back of
her hand. She steps back, letting
Buffy in to her room. She shuts the
door.

****************************

�What did you just say?�

Kennedy leans up on her elbow, staring hard at Faith. Her eyebrows knotted in disbelief. She attempts to look angry, hurt. But a trace of smirk just won�t go away.

�Nah, Kenn. That was
rock �em sock �em. Believe me I wasn�t
thinking ANYTHING�� Faith grabs her tank
and tugs it on.

�Except maybe �oh god, oh god�!� Kennedy can�t resist another dig. �Or maybe it�s �oh Buffy� and��

�Hey! Can we not go
there?� Faith does her best impression
of scary. Which
doesn�t work because she�s still lying on the mats and trying to wriggle back
into her sweats. �It�s not like
that. It was the slayer connection thing. I felt her here.�

After a thoughtful moment, Kennedy�s lips twist into a
mocking grin. �Kinky.� She lets out an evil laugh. She gets an irritated glare from Faith. �What?�

�You don�t get it.
It�s not like before.� Faith
looks down uncomfortably. �She�s
here. Like, HERE here. I can feel it.�

All traces of fun are gone from Kennedy�s face now. She leans in to Faith, wrapping her up in her
arms. What can she say to make it
better?

�Oh.�

****************************

Willows stares out at the earth
through her little window. Little clouds going by under the wings of the plane. Little outlines of land masses, with little
waves stretching out over the tiny little ocean. She knows that on these little continents are
littler people, with their little lives and their little loves and little
victories. She wants to hug them
all. Tell them it�ll be alright. That she and her friends will protect and
save their little world.

A hand on her shoulder forces her to turn away. Giles looks at her with such heartbreaking
sympathy that she wants to cry. She�s
surprised to find that she already is.

Giles pulls her close.
Perhaps if he can be strong for her, she won�t have to suffer the sight
of his tears. She weeps like a child
against his chest, like the child he first met.
Naive and sensitive, caring more for others than for
herself. He�s glad that these
things are still within her. That they haven�t been stolen away by the years of hard battle, by
the immense power that she now controls.

�Ladies and gentlemen, This is your
captain speaking.� The agreeable voice of the pilot comes over the
speakers. �We�ll be landing at Glasgow
International in a few hours. The local
time is 7:35AM, and the temperature
is a cool but mild 16 degrees Celsius, or 61 degrees
Fahrenheit�� He continues to babble
pleasantly.

�It has to be wrong�
It has to be� We can�t just let
it all go� It can�t be the end�� Willow�s
sobbing is muffled by Giles� jacket.

Giles pulls her tighter.
He has to say something. Even if he doesn�t quite believe it himself.

�I�m quite sure� that if there is a way for you all to
confound the prophecy� that you will
find it. Buffy�s done it before� You�re all terrible at following directions�
None of you have ever listened to me at any rate� Problem with authority figures, I
assume� So� erm��

Willow sniffs,
and wipes her eyes. She pulls out of the
comfort of Giles� arms. She smiles at
him. Needing him to be
right. Choosing to believe that
there�s still hope.

�Yeah� We�re a buncha
rebels. And who believes anything in
books these days? Not me, mister!� Willow
braves a small, tight smile. �We�ve got
spunk, a-and a bad-ass slayer army� And
Faith, who�s like the poster child for defiance��

�And we�ve got Buffy.�
Giles smiles down at the girl.
She�s trying so hard.

Willow�s smile
breaks free, lighting up her face. �Buffy�s back?�

Giles simply nods.

�I hope the apocalypse knows that it�s gonna have to
wait. I see many hours of uninterrupted
best-friend time in the near future. Prophecy Shmophecy!�

�Indeed.�

Willow turns her
face to the window, looking out at the curve of the horizon as the earth meets
sky. Such a wide open
sky. And so
blue. It�s a big world out
there. Anything is possible.

****************************

Buffy looks down at a sleeping Dawn. Tucked neatly into the
covers, her head resting comfortably on Buffy�s lap. Like when she was little. Buffy softly smoothes her sister�s dark hair,
petting her, making sure she�s real.

It hadn�t been so bad.
Dawn had spent the first hour yelling, the second crying, and the third
catching up on everything they�d missed in each other�s lives. By the fourth hour she was yawning and
stretching out on the bed and everything was forgiven.

Buffy nestles down under the covers, gently moving Dawn�s
head from her lap to a nice comfy pillow.
She pulls the covers up under her chin, and the soft rhythmic breathing
beside her lulls her into a deep sleep.
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