Fic: Another Chance Series: Mine (1/1)

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Title: Mine
Author: Inell
Email: Inell@xxxxxxx
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Distribution: My site, Kiss or Kill, 
http://members.fortunecity.com/kissorkill Anyone that has permission, take. 
Otherwise, just ask
Rating: R
Pairing: Willow/Faith and Willow/Buffy
Summary: Second chances 
Set during Season 4 <some spoilers gasp!>
First part of what became the Another Chance series


MINE (1/1)


Willow heard the door open and glanced up from her book, smiling slightly 
when she saw the slayer walk inside. "Hey Buffy. I'm surprised to see you. No 
Riley tonight?"

"Nope," Buffy said with a large smile. "Got better things to do."

"Oh. OK." Willow said, shrugging and looking back at her book. She had been 
supposed to stay over at Tara's and do some spells, but had decided that she 
could use some quiet time. So, she had just left her new friend and gone back 
to the dorms after leaving the Bronze. She hadn't counted on Buffy coming 
home. Ever since she and Riley had become intimate, the slayer was rarely 
home at night. Willow could count the hours they had actually spent together 
the past two weeks on both hands. She looked at the words on the page in 
front of her, each one not really penetrating her mind. She was confused and 
just wanted to think. She heard a loud sigh and squeak as Buffy sat on her 
bed.

"Whatcha doin?" Buffy asked, her eyes on Willow.

"Reading," Willow said, not looking up. "Did you and Riley have a fight?"

"No," Buffy said, groaning. "What is it with you and Riley? You've mentioned 
his name more than I have."

"Well, since you're never here anymore, I assumed you must have fought with 
him," Willow said, her tone sharp as she continued to look at her book.

"Meow," Faith said, leaning forward in Buffy's body. She continued to eye the 
redhead that had tempted her so many months ago. She had originally planned 
to find the blonde lunkhead that was currently fucking Buffy and give him the 
ride of his life, but, after running into Willow and the pasty faced girl at 
the Bronze, she had known exactly how she wanted to spend the evening. She 
wanted Willow. Always had, even before she'd killed Alan. There was just 
something about the redhead that got under her skin. She had almost forced 
her that night at the mayor's office, forced her onto the floor and feasted 
on the redhead's taste. She had assumed though that she'd have plenty of time 
for such treats. The mayor had promised to keep Willow alive for her, sort of 
a new toy to reward her for her service. And then she'd had to go and get put 
in a coma and he'd had to get himself killed. She had woken up with no boss 
and no redhead. Discovering that Willow seemed to be playing with that silly 
little witch, well, it had reminded her of every fantasy she had had about 
Willow. What better way to get her girl than in her new body? Willow would 
never have allowed Faith in her old form to get close enough to touch, much 
less fuck. But good old Buffy? Well, damn, she even lived with her. It was 
too perfect. "Since when were we fighting?"

Willow sighed, shutting the book and looking up at Buffy. "We aren't 
fighting."

"Then why the 'tude?" Faith asked. "What's got your panties in a twist?"

"My panties are not in a twist," Willow said, frowning. "Why don't you go 
find Riley? Or patrol? Or something. I'm trying to read."

Faith laughed, "Always reading. Haven't you ever wanted to experience life 
instead of read about it? Speaking of experience, where's Wolfboy? I haven't 
seen the mutt, only that sniveling little witchy bitch."

Willow gasped, "Buffy, why are you doing this?"

Faith scowled as she saw the tears glimmering in Willow's eyes. She let out a 
breath, "He left you, didn't he? That stupid fucking moron. How could he 
leave you? I'll skin him alive. I could always use a new rug."

"What's going on?" Willow asked suddenly, seeing the flickering of emotions 
in her friend's eyes. "You're acting like you don't remember."

"He hurt you, didn't he?" Faith asked, moving to her knees in front of Willow.

Willow looked into Buffy's concerned eyes and was strangely touched. She 
hadn't seen this kind of concern since Oz had originally left. After that, 
she had messed so many things up that all of her friends had been pushed 
away. She thought back, wondering if she and Buffy had ever actually talked 
that much about Oz. She knew there had been some words of support, but so 
much had been happening and had happened since that she honestly couldn't 
remember actually discussing it. Now, so many months later, Buffy seemed to 
have decided she wanted to be there. Willow sighed, nodding, "You know he 
did."

"I'm sorry," Faith said, meaning her words. She hated the idea that anyone 
had hurt her redhead. True, she had done her own damage, but she cared for 
the girl. That should counter any negative things she had done. Or at least 
she hoped it did.

"For what? It wasn't you," Willow said. She smiled, "Hey, did you find Faith?"

"Let's not talk about her," Faith said quickly, not wanting to ruin this 
moment she was having. Frowning, she realized it wasn't really her. It was 
Buffy who was having this moment. But, she was Buffy now. So it really was 
her, in an odd way. "I want to talk about you. It seems like forever since 
I've seen you."

Willow laughed, "Not that long, Buffy. You pretty much know what I've been up 
to. School, research, spells."

"Spells, huh? Dancing around naked and chanting?" Faith asked, wriggling her 
eyebrows as she felt her stomach tighten at that mental image. She slowly 
smiled as her new body reacted to the closeness of Willow. Well, well, well. 
Seems that B had a bit of a lust thing for Red too. She always wondered about 
them, the way Buffy was always watching Willow during the research sessions. 
Miss. Priss may have been too uptight to admit to her feelings, but Faith 
wasn't. She wanted Willow. And tonight, before she left Sunnydale for an 
uncertain future in her newly acquired body, she planned to have her.

"No naked, no dancing, but there is chanting," Willow said with a smile. She 
jumped slightly when she felt Buffy's hand on her thigh. She glanced at her 
friend and saw the innocent expression on the slayer's face. Deciding that 
she was overreacting, she whispered, "I'm not into the public nudity thing."

"Why not?" Faith asked, moving her fingers slowly in circles. She was keeping 
her gesture non threatening, but testing Willow. So far, Buffy's wide eyed aw 
shucks looks were convincing the girl that it was all completely innocent. 
Faith wondered what Willow would think if she knew that her best friend got 
wet from watching her lick her lips. She also found herself wondering why the 
hell Buffy hadn't made a move. It was obvious to her that Red was into girls 
if her closeness to the witch had meant anything. Why shouldn't she be into 
Buffy instead of that little twit? B had always been rather stupid, never 
taking any chances or trying to go after what she wanted. Seemed to think 
that being the slayer meant not having any fun. "You've got a great body."

Willow snorted, "Yeah, right. Sorry, Buff. I know you well enough to know 
when you're lying."

"I'd never lie to you, Will," Faith said, wondering if this counted.

"If you'd like, I could start listing them," Willow said, her smile fading as 
she saw the sincere look in her friend's eyes. "I know you'd never hurt me, 
Buffy."

"Why don't you teach me one of those spells?" Faith asked, changing the 
subject. She tried to keep her mind empty, knowing that she wanted nothing 
more than to see Willow laying on her back, her red hair framing her face on 
the pillow. She pulled back, her hands on the hem of her shirt. She pulled it 
over her head before Willow could protest, looking innocently at the redhead 
as she sat in her bra. She stood, glancing down at Buffy's breasts and 
comparing them with her own. She wasn't used to this body, missing her own 
for a brief moment. She'd always imagined herself making love with Willow in 
her own body, not in Buffy's. But, she could adapt. She was good at playing 
with what hand was dealt.

"Um, you want to learn a spell?" Willow said in a strangled voice. She 
couldn't help but admire Buffy's body, no matter how she tried to divert her 
attention. This was so not helping her confusion. Ever since she had met 
Tara, she had found herself becoming attracted to women. If she wanted to be 
truthful, she had always been sort of interested in women, but she had 
ignored those desires. After Oz had left, though, they had reawakened.

"Why not?" Faith sat back down clad only in her bra and panties. "Strip 'em 
and teach me, Willow."

Willow stood and began to strip, her movements hesitant. She felt shy for 
some reason. Maybe it was the fact that she was standing half naked in front 
of one of the first females she had feelings for. Maybe it was because Buffy 
was looking at her as if she was the main course on the dessert menu. Either 
way, she was suddenly self conscious as she sat down on the large pillow 
Buffy had thrown down. She set up some candles, deciding to just do a small 
relaxation spell, knowing that if Buffy was serious about learning a spell, 
this one would be the perfect one.

Faith watched Willow set up the candles and she repeated the words softly 
after the girl. She kept her eyes open, sighing as she felt her body start to 
relax. Without even realizing it, she leaned forward, brushing her lips 
against Willow's. She saw green eyes open and look at her with surprise. When 
she didn't feel any protest, she deepened the kiss, pushing Willow back among 
the pillows. With shaky hands, she touched the girl that had haunted her 
thoughts, forgetting that it was not really her hand and not really her body. 
She felt Willow's tongue tentatively brush hers and she groaned, moving 
between Willow's legs. Pent up emotions came forward in a flood as hands 
began to move and lips continued to kiss. Clothes were lost as both girls 
gave themselves up to pleasure.

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Faith gently brushed a lock of red hair away from Willow's sleeping face. She 
looked her lover over, memorizing every detail. She knew that when she left 
the room, she would never be coming back. It was too dangerous. Laying in 
Willow's arms as they slept after making love, well, she knew if she stayed, 
she'd never leave. It was too comfortable, being with Willow. Of course, 
Willow had no idea she had spent all night and early morning making love to 
Faith. She couldn't stand Faith, after all. With a soft sigh, she leaned down 
and brushed her lips over Willow's, tasting the redhead one last time. 
"Mine," she whispered before standing up straight. Last night had been the 
first time in Faith's life that she had ever made love. Even if it had been 
as Buffy, it had been her experiencing the emotions, her experiencing the 
love. She turned away from the bed, grabbing her bag and walking out, closing 
the door softly as Willow slept.

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

"Now boarding at gate twelve," a garbled voice announced over the loudspeaker.

Faith stood, shouldering the bag as she made her way to the gate. She pushed 
Willow from her mind, trying to adjust the weight of the bag. Buffy was 
shorter than she was, something she couldn't adapt to as easily as the rest. 
She was used to stalking, moving with her own grace. In this body, she looked 
more like she was plodding. She happened to glance at the television, 
stopping in her tracks as she listened to announcer. She glanced at the gate 
that would lead to her freedom, to a new life away from Sunnydale and 
everything she had done in the past. Her eyes cut back to the news and she 
groaned. Guess you can't take the slayer out of the girl, she decided in 
acceptance. She moved around a group of business men, heading for the exit 
and the church, knowing this was the right choice. 


End.