Crimson Regret

[-- Chapter 2 --]

"Buffy? What is it? Is she okay?!" Alright, so I was panicking, but Angels tone was not a happy one.

"She's fine, Giles just told me she's in need of some help," he looked at me expectantly.

My eyebrows shot up, "Angel I'm in jail."

"We can get you out."

"I'm a murderer! You can't get me out of here!" I slam my fist down on the table.

"Faith we can arrange for immediate release," he said calmly.

"You don’t fucking get it Soul-boy! I -deserve- to be here!" I was near close to tears, I really couldn’t leave, I'll screw up again!

"No you don’t. You deserve to be fighting evil, to redeem yourself Not sit and rot in a cage. You were born special, Faith. You need to help Buffy."

I lean against the side of the cube, "Buffy doesn't want my help and you know it."

"But she needs it," he pointed out.

"What's going on? What's so bad that she can't handle?" I really couldnt believe Buffy needed help from anyone, she's more than able to fix any problem that comes her way.

"It’s a hell god and she's after Dawn."


"The runt? Why she want her?" *Who would want a little kid?*

"It’s a long story and I'll fill you in if you choose to help. I'll point out though, if you don’t, there's a good chance that both Buffy and Dawn will die."

"Alright fine, I'll help. But I want B warned that I'm coming and no shit from her, got it?" *I really shouldn’t be doing this, its going to blow up in my face.*

"Alright, I'll get everything together and you'll be released most likely tomorrow. Thank you Faith," he smiled, or at least as close to a smile as Angel can get.

"Yeah, yeah," I reply.

"Alright, times up!" The guard yelled.

"When you're released I'll come and get you," Angel said.

"Okay, I guess I'll see ya." I hang up the phone and get led out of there by the guard.

He brought me to my cell and closed and locked it behind me. Julie was already in there and was snapping a piece of bubble gum and looking at me from her place on the bed, "How was your visit?"

I sit down next to her, "I guess I'm getting released tomorrow."

She sat up quickly, "What?! For murder one?!"

I shrug, "Yeah I guess. My friend knows people and is determined to get me out."

"Tomorrow? God how time runs out," she said.

"What do you mean?"

She sighed, "Have you ever wanted to do something but was afraid to do it?"

I nod my head, "Yeah…" I wasn’t sure where this was going.

"Well its now or never so…" She leaned in and kissed me full on the lips. When we broke apart she looked at me for a reaction.

I haven't had sex for awhile, and I mean AWHILE. Sure I'm getting out to see B but there's no way in hell she's gonna give me the time of day. And I -am- horny…

I push her down on the bed and get on top of her and lean down to take her bottom lip between my teeth and nibble on it. She ran her hands down my back and grabbed my ass, pulling me closer, and I start to devour her mouth with my tongue.

I ripped her shirt in two and I ran my tongue over and down her shoulder to her breasts and took one in my mouth. I bit, sucked, licked, did everything I could while I grabbed her other one in my hand and caressed it roughly. Screw making love, this wasn’t a girl who I wanted to go slow with. I was driven purely on lust, a quick fuck. 'Get some, get gone,' my motto was surfacing again.

She threw me over on my back so she was on top and started to take off my jeans, "You want it?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Don’t play games with me Blondie, I'm the queen. No talk, just fuck."

She obeyed and removed my panties. I spread my legs and she dove in. She ran her tongue up my sit and took my clit in her mouth, sucking gently.

"Harder!"

She sucked harder and slid two fingers into me, pumping in and out slowly. I was about to yell at her to go faster cause I swear this girl has no clue, when she sped up. -Really- sped up.

"Oh fuck… God! Ohh!"

I started moving my body against her fingers, trying to get more friction. I ran my fingers up my stomach and to my breasts, tweaking the nipples. Her thumb brushed lightly over my clit and I cry out, then she started rubbing it hard and I went over the edge.

"Oh god! BUFFY!"

She stopped and started yelling, "Buffy?! What the fuck!"

I try to catch my breath before answering, "Don’t start alright? I've called lots of people Buffy."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?!" She got off the bed and went to find another shirt and put it on.

"No, but you should shut up about it." I put my panties back on, not caring about my pants because I'm going to be sleeping soon anyway.

"You're such a bitch Faith!"

I roll my eyes, "And I'm so broken up about it too."

"Fuck you!"

"You already did, honey," I say in a bored tone and get on my top bunk.

"Whatever! GUARD!" She yelled.

The guard came, "What do you want -now-?"

"I want to talk to my councilor," she answered.

I roll my eyes again, "Gonna run to your therapist? Oh no I'm scared now." I laugh a little.

"FUCK OFF!"

I laugh more at how angry she is until the guard let her out and she walked away to the counselor's office.

I lay back down and sigh, staring at the ceiling. *I'm getting released tomorrow, I'm probably gonna see B by the end of the week. Am I ready for this? Probably now, but I guess its gonna happen either way.* I roll over on my side and close my eyes, letting sleep take over me.