Guilty Sin
by
sHaYcH
Disclaimer: BtVS is Joss' baby, not mine.
Note: Title comes from the song, "Guilty Sin" by Patrice Pike.
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Cream
white skin bathed in moonlight reflected the shadows
of Faith’s hand as she stroked Buffy’s bare back.
Just below the fourth rib, a swirl of bruises
marred the milky complexion. Beyond
that, a shallow gash covered enough territory to make the dark haired
slayer
wince in sympathy.
“Sorry about that, B, but you really shoulda ducked.” And I shoulda never had that last beer before staff practice. Shit.
Buffy
snorted softly and said, “You always did swear you’d
get me back for gutting you.”
Shame
colored Faith’s face, but she managed to keep her
emotions from her voice. “Yeah,
well,
consider yourself got. You
want me to
grab Giles? This
might need stitches.”
Buffy
turned her head a fraction, giving Faith a narrow eyed
glare. “That man
knows far too much
about my anatomy as it is. Can’t
you do
something?”
Of
all the hundreds of times she had put needle and thread
to her flesh, Faith cannot remember a single time when she felt so
terrified of
fucking up. Licking
her lips, she said,
“Uh, I really think you should get G-Man to do it.”
In
the six months since Sunnydale had inverted, Faith had
carefully carved a spot for herself in Buffy’s team, but even now, she
was
reluctant to press her luck where the blonde slayer was concerned. Once upon a time, there
had been something
fragile and wonderful growing between them, but they had been too long
caught
in a drought for her to expect to find the green again.
Buffy
pressed up, twisting to fully look at the other
slayer. Comfortable
in her skin in a way
that she had never been before, the blonde slayer was pleased with the
way
Faith’s eyes seemed to track everywhere around the room but on Buffy’s
very
naked torso.
“Y’know
Faith, the whole ‘hiding in shadows’ thing you’ve
got going? It can
totally stop now. On
the scale of even-stevens, we’ve been
dancing around square for a while.
So,
how about them stitches? I’d
rather not
bleed all over my favorite blanket anymore.”
As Buffy flopped back onto the bed, Faith could have sworn that she smelled rain.
fin