This Year's Thrill


"Ruby Sunset... Burgundy Skyline..." Faith said in a bored tone, raking through the lipsticks on the vanity, "Harlot. Hmm. Way to go, Joyce," the dark slayer said with appreciation.

Joyce sat on the bed watching Faith in silence. She could feel the bruise on her cheek, the painful throb spreading across her face. But her looks were the last of her worries right now, she was terrified over what the psychotic girl was going to do next. She tried to keep calm because she didn't want to provoke Faith.

"Now, normally I wouldn't be going with a colour this dark, but I read in some magazine, eight months in a coma will damage a girl's natural skin tone." Carefully, Faith applied the lipstick, watching Joyce squirm in the reflection. "Good thing pale is in this year. Or was it last year?"

Faith stood and leaned forward to kiss the mirror. She took a moment to admire the red lipstick print on the glass and smirked. "Anyway. For real, now," the slayer paused, watching Joyce through the mirror as she took her jacket off the back of the chair and put it on. "I'm gonna ask you something and you got to promise you'll be honest, and not spare my feelings just 'cause I can kill you. You promise?"

Joyce swallowed her fear. "I promise."

"Okay. How do I look?" Faith asked and turned to face the older woman.

There was a moment of silence before Joyce found the courage to answer. "Psychotic."

Unexpectedly, Faith didn't react angrily. "Hmm. I was shooting for sultry, but hey..." She tilted her head slightly, eyes tracking over Joyce whose back was against the headboard. The blonde woman wanted to crawl back further, away from that sick, demented girl. "Bet I know what you're thinking?"

"Really?" Joyce said, pretending to be nonchalant.

"You're thinking... 'You'll never get away with this!'" the brunette adopted a melodramatic voice as she said this and smirked. "Warm?"

Joyce met Faith's stare with a challenge of her own. "Actually, I was thinking my daughter is going to kill you soon."

Faith lifted one dark eyebrow in amusement. "Is that a fact?"

"More like a bet," Joyce confirmed with bravery that she didn't feel.

At this Faith just smiled, a broad beam of white that was deeply unsettling. "Whoa. You got a pair on you, Joyce. I like seeing that in a woman your age."

"What are you going to do, Faith? Flirt me to death?" Joyce scoffed.

The brunette's grin widened as she stepped closer to the bed, swinging the butcher's knife that she'd retrieved from on top of the vanity. Joyce warily watched the blade glint. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I mean, I heard from Buffy that you haven't seen much in the way of between the sheets action lately. Not since you screwed the G-man on the hood of a squad car." Faith snickered softly to herself. "Now, I never figured you for being that wicked slutty, Joyce."

Joyce's lip curled in contempt. "You don't know the first thing about me."

"Hmm, maybe not," Faith said as she climbed onto the bottom of the bed. "But, I'm guessing you're a wild ride when you let your hair down. Least, that's what the tweed guy says."

"You must be crazy if you think I'd ever let you touch me," Joyce spat, hugging herself to ward off the sudden chill that went through her bones.

"Let? *Let?*" Faith laughed, waving the knife around carelessly as she spoke. "You gonna stop me? Is Buffy gonna stop me? Looks like she hasn't been around for a while 'cause I saw a whole pile of letters sittin' for her there." The brunette's eyes hardened with hatred. "She's too busy screwin' her college beefstick to give a shit about us." Faith's eyebrows knitted together in a frown. "But we don't need her, Joyce, we don't need Buffy-fucking-fabulous-super-hero. I know what it's like. You think you matter. You think you're a part of something and you get dumped. It's like the whole world is moving but you're stuck. Like those animals in the tar pits. It's like you just keep sinking a little deeper everyday and nobody even sees. "

When Faith fell silent, Joyce's hazel stare flicked from the knife resting idly in the brunette's hands, back up to empty dark eyes. Maybe there was hope after all, if she could just talk to the girl, convince her... what? That everything was going to be fine? That was ludicrous and Joyce knew it. Faith had got herself into a deep mess and she couldn't find a way out.

"It's not too late," Joyce said eventually, carefully keeping her tone neutral.

"For what?"

Joyce licked dry lips. "To turn yourself in. I'm sure the police will be more lenient and take that into consideration."

Faith stared at her incomprehensibly. "I don't give a fuck about the cops. I don't care about any of it, alright?" She tightened her grip on the knife and Joyce sighed inwardly. Well, she'd made a hash of that. Back to square one. "And stop trying to distract me 'cause I plan on having my fun *before* B gets here."

Setting the knife behind her, Faith shirked off her black denim jacket, letting it drop onto the floor beside the bed. She grinned wolfishly at Joyce. "I'm gonna give you the ride of your life."

"But... why?" Joyce asked, trembling now.

Faith shrugged. "Why not? You're not bad lookin' for a woman your age," as she said this, Faith's eyes roamed down the older woman's body. Even though she was fully clothed, Joyce felt suddenly naked under that invasive dark stare. It made her want to cover herself. "'Sides, I haven't had a screw for eight months and I'm horny as hell. I was hoping B would let me take a pop but... I guess that's not gonna happen now."

"Get away from me," Joyce said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Now, c'mon, Joyce," Faith chided, "I *know* you can do better than that. In fact, feel free to scream," she added with a wink and a grin.

Joyce pulled her knees up, hugging them, as Faith crawled slowly up the floral print bedspread on her hands and knees. "Alright," she blurted quickly. "If I let you... have me, will you get out of my daughter's life and leave Sunnydale for good?"

The brunette paused, regarding Joyce and her offer with a raised eyebrow. Her lip curled up into a smirk. "The sacrifices a mother is willing to make, huh? I hope B appreciates it." Faith said softly. "Deal."

"You promise?" Joyce asked firmly.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," Faith said with irony.

Joyce's lips twitched, forming an humourless smile. "Don't promise things you can't deliver," she murmured. Silently, she reached for the hem of her knitted sweater but Faith stopped her.

"Nuh-uh, only I get to unwrap my present," the brunette said, pushing Joyce's hands away and ran the very tips of her fingers over the older woman's exposed shoulders. Joyce suppressed the shudder that went through her - it'd been so long since someone had touched her in desire, she'd almost forgotten what it was like. But she couldn't allow herself to enjoy this because it was so deeply wrong. She wanted to hate Faith for every hurt that the girl had caused her daughter. She had every right to despise the dark slayer but... she didn't. It was the fear, the terror of what Faith could so easily do to her that made the girl's touch so potent. She was entirely at Faith's mercy here.

She swallowed the gasp that came to her lips as Faith pushed the garment off Joyce's shoulders, revealing her breasts. Nipples pebbled almost instantly to the cool air and were a testament to just how turned on the older woman really was, because her body couldn't lie even as she tried to deny her need to herself. She watched Faith's tongue dart across her lower lip and knew what was coming next but it didn't prepare her for the reality of Faith's warm, wet mouth wrapped around her nipple, the torturous pleasure of it. She was only subconsciously aware of being pushed back onto the rumpled sheets, she was so absorbed by Faith's tongue tracing a slick path around the aureole before flicking across the hardened nub again. Then she felt the brunette's fingers brushing against her navel, blindly searching for the fastening of her wool slacks. One, two tries and the coarse material was being roughly pushed down her hips, Faith's nails scoring deliciously down the soft skin on her thighs. As the girl's full mouth found her other nipple and lavished the same attention on it, Joyce's underwear followed her slacks.

Abruptly, Faith pulled back, sitting on her heels. "You up for this Joyce? Not just 'cause of our little pact?" Her eyes were dark and serious, almost desperate.

Joyce watched her through lidded eyes, her breasts heaving slightly. She realised that she didn't want Faith to stop, she wanted to finish this properly, and that truth didn't shock her. Loneliness could happen to anyone. The dark slayer was smiling slightly as she gazed down at Joyce and she was so utterly beautiful that it made the older woman want to cry. Instead, she sat up and reached out to thread her fingers into Faith's messy, wavy hair. Without a word, she closed the distance between them and kissed the girl, sucking gently on Faith's tongue, kissing long and deeply. It was Faith who broke it off.

They undressed each other in silence, depositing clothes this, that way and the other, kissing occasionally. Finally, they came together in an embrace, groaning as flushed skin made contact, lips crushing together and parting to allow tongues inside. Joyce was on her back again with Faith straddling her stomach, settling herself on hips ripened by the years. The older woman inhaled sharply, the slickness against her skin alien yet familiar at the same time. She'd never slept with a woman before, she hadn't even experimented in college, though she had fantasised about it. At the time, it just wasn't something that 'nice' girls did. Now she wished she had.

She could feel Faith's readiness, the very heat of her. She stared up at the brunette, mesemerised, not daring to breathe. Faith was like a dark angel rising above her and Joyce was frightened that the illusion might be shattered. The girl's eyes were closed and Joyce wondered if she should touch her. Her body made the decision for her. Carefully, she reached out and traced the firm lines of muscle over Faith's stomach with the very tips of her fingers. She felt rather than saw the reaction, the surge that went through the girl's nerve endings. It seemed to bring her back from whatever place she was in and she stared down at Joyce, almost dazed.

"Fuck me?" Faith asked suddenly, her eyes wide and dark with longing. She took Joyce's hands in her own and placed them over her breasts and the older woman could feel the nipples poking into her palms. Then the dark slayer brought one hand to her lips, kissing the long, elegantly tapered digits. She took one, two, then three fingers into her mouth, slowly circling her tongue around them before drawing back. Joyce was breathing heavily now, just watching this display. With both hands, Faith led those slicked fingers to her already soaked sex and began to slowly thrust against them.

The older woman was overwhelmed. Of course, she masturbated herself - after fours years of virtual celibacy, she'd been rather accustomed to that - but this was so different. She'd become so familiar with the contours of her own parts that Faith's seemed so new and shocking. She could hardly believe that Faith, head thrown back, mouth gasping with pleasure, was riding her hand in her lonely bedroom. Soon, Faith was too blissed to guide Joyce's fingers so she was left to continue the pace by herself as the girl frantically rocked her hips. They paused briefly, Faith raising herself so that Joyce could sit up before settling herself on the older woman's lap and wrapping her thighs possessively around Joyce's back. There wasn't an inch between their bodies and Joyce's knuckles brushed against her own inflamed sex as she thrust into Faith.

Laboured breath mingled, lipstick was smeared around their mouths. Joyce kissed the brunette again, fiercely at first and Faith moaned into her mouth but she slowed, drawing out long, languorous kisses. Her thumb found the dark slayer's engorged clitoris and brushed it experimentally. Faith bucked violently against her, breaking the kiss as she did so. "Oh, fuck. Fuck me," Faith growled, her voice rasping.

"I thought I was," Joyce replied with amusement and flicked the sensitive nub again teasingly. Dipping her head, she latched her mouth onto a large, dark pink nipple, sucking and kissing full flesh as she rolled Faith's clit minutely. The girl was practically bouncing on her hand now, groaning, digging her nails into Joyce's back until, finally, with a strangled shout, she came hard, drenching Joyce's fingers with her essence. The salty, sweet scent of her pleasure wafted up between them.

"That was shit-hot, Joyce," Faith said with a dirty grin. The older woman blushed demurely, gently extracting her fingers and wiping them on the bedsheet. "But lemme show you what a slayer can *really* do."

With one hand, Faith pressed Joyce back onto the sheets. She dropped kisses over the older woman's breastbone, down the valley between her breasts, reaching for both nipples with her hands and rolling them between finger and thumb. Joyce whimpered helplessly, as Faith kissed her way downwards, planting kisses over her belly and pubic bone before nuzzling the dark blonde curls that framed her sex. Instinctively, the older woman spread her legs, allowing Faith to settle between her thighs. She spasmed at that first touch of lips against her, well, lips. The thought of Faith kissing her, down there, was playing havoc with her mind. Those full lips, driving her to the brink of pleasure, that sweet tongue dipping between her moist folds...

The noise of something - no, *someone* - crashing through the window, startled Joyce from her reverie. Faith looked up from between Joyce's thighs to see Buffy crouching on the middle of the floor, surrounded by shattered glass. Joyce gaped, Buffy gaped. Faith just cracked a grin. Talk about the icing on the cake....

"Um, I... um," Buffy got to her feet, brushing the glass off her coat. She didn't know where to look and she looked as though she was about to burst into tears. "Um, I gotta go." Buffy rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind her, knocking one of Joyce's limited edition prints off the wall.

Faith bit her lip but was unable to restrain the almighty laugh that erupted from her. She rolled off of Joyce and roared with laughter. The situation was so incredible that Joyce could only join in, giggling uncontrollably which only made Faith laugh even harder. When they'd subsided a little, Faith glanced at the older woman, tracing ever increasing circles over her stomach until her fingers tangled in damp blonde curls. Joyce smirked down at her, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I believe you were going to show me what that wonderful mouth of yours is capable of."

"Damn right," Faith smiled and took her place again. The rest of what she said was lost somewhere between Joyce's thighs.


The End