Post by pyrodescorpio2 on Feb 6, 2008 15:51:17 GMT -5
AN: A little something something for all of those who were wanting a Connor/Faith/Sam... Enjoy Part One!
Title: Stanford Boys
AUthor: PyroDeScorpio2
Summary: Faith get's herself in a bit of trouble, but does she REALLY want to get out?
Pairings: Evil!Sam/Faith Evil!Connor/Faith etc...
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She groaned as she started to slowly come to. Her head hurt like a bitch and she was more than certain she tasted blood in her mouth, which felt gritty and just plain gross. Slowly opening her eyes she then blinked rapidly to clear her mind. When she finally focused she noticed something wasn't right.
The last thing she remembered was dusting a couple vamps in a back alley of a hit club in LA. And now? She was looking up at a ceiling with a skylight to prove to her that it was still night time. Then, when she tried to sit up, she noticed something else.
She was chained to a bed. Kinky. But not her thing with she didn't know who her captor was. So, bunching up her muscles, she moved to break free: only to frown when the chains refused to break.
"What the..." She tried again, and again until her wrists started to bleed and when she couldn't get free she gave a frustrated grunt before falling back onto the soft sheets of the bed. "Damn it."
What the hell was going on? Who had her? They obviously didn't want her dead or else she'd be in the pits of hell right now. No, this was someone who wanted her alive. Her only thought was: who?
So she waited for a good hour or two, counting the stars she could see through the skylight while swinging her arms back and forth, as if using the chains as some sort of swing.
He found her like that, staring up with a bored expression on her face and he couldn't fight the smile that broke through. She was just as he remembered her. Covered in tight leather that left nothing to the imagination and soft silks that could easily be torn away. She let her hair grow a bit longer, and it was straightened now and he wasn't sure if he liked that. He remembered the feel of her curled hair, long ago, when she slammed him up against first an alley wall and then the bars of a cage.
He had taken her shoes and socks off, wanting her to be as comfortable as he could manage. He hated that he had to chain her but she was REFORMED now and couldn't chance her trying to escape. When hearing who he served plans for the Slayers, Connor begged to save her, and his Master reluctantly agreed. No, not master, no one commanded him anymore. He was more of an acquaintance.
So his acquaintance agreed, as long as he could be part of the project and Connor had no problem with that. So here he stood, resting his back against the shadowed wall as he watched the women he’s always fantasized about, even when his memories was gone, start humming 99 bottles of beer on the wall. At this, he chuckled, and soon stopped his laugh when seeing her tense then jackhammer up on the bed. He knew she couldn’t see him, but he was still a little jumpy around her.
“Who’s there? Show yourself, Ass face.”
“Always were to the point, weren’t you Faith?” asked Connor as he stepped forward.
“Junior?” Faith had a puzzled look as she took in Angel’s son.
He was dressed all in black, had his too long hair covering his eyes and as he got closer she could see the hint of muscle through his silk shirt and the peppering of stubble along his jaw. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Rescuing you.”
“Uh…” Faith lifted her chained hands. “Not what it looks like to me, Sparky.”
“Believe me when I say this is the safest place for you to be.”
“What’s going on?” asked Faith, now uneasy as Connor plopped on the bed beside her, far enough away so that she couldn’t get a hold of him.
“Nothing. Just the end of the world.”
“What? Then we have to stop it!”
“Oh no, Faith. I’m not stopping it.” He then smiled a boyish smile that brought a sparkle to his eyes. “I’m starting it.”
TBC…
Like the premise? LET ME KNOW! :0)
Title: Stanford Boys
AUthor: PyroDeScorpio2
Summary: Faith get's herself in a bit of trouble, but does she REALLY want to get out?
Pairings: Evil!Sam/Faith Evil!Connor/Faith etc...
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She groaned as she started to slowly come to. Her head hurt like a bitch and she was more than certain she tasted blood in her mouth, which felt gritty and just plain gross. Slowly opening her eyes she then blinked rapidly to clear her mind. When she finally focused she noticed something wasn't right.
The last thing she remembered was dusting a couple vamps in a back alley of a hit club in LA. And now? She was looking up at a ceiling with a skylight to prove to her that it was still night time. Then, when she tried to sit up, she noticed something else.
She was chained to a bed. Kinky. But not her thing with she didn't know who her captor was. So, bunching up her muscles, she moved to break free: only to frown when the chains refused to break.
"What the..." She tried again, and again until her wrists started to bleed and when she couldn't get free she gave a frustrated grunt before falling back onto the soft sheets of the bed. "Damn it."
What the hell was going on? Who had her? They obviously didn't want her dead or else she'd be in the pits of hell right now. No, this was someone who wanted her alive. Her only thought was: who?
So she waited for a good hour or two, counting the stars she could see through the skylight while swinging her arms back and forth, as if using the chains as some sort of swing.
He found her like that, staring up with a bored expression on her face and he couldn't fight the smile that broke through. She was just as he remembered her. Covered in tight leather that left nothing to the imagination and soft silks that could easily be torn away. She let her hair grow a bit longer, and it was straightened now and he wasn't sure if he liked that. He remembered the feel of her curled hair, long ago, when she slammed him up against first an alley wall and then the bars of a cage.
He had taken her shoes and socks off, wanting her to be as comfortable as he could manage. He hated that he had to chain her but she was REFORMED now and couldn't chance her trying to escape. When hearing who he served plans for the Slayers, Connor begged to save her, and his Master reluctantly agreed. No, not master, no one commanded him anymore. He was more of an acquaintance.
So his acquaintance agreed, as long as he could be part of the project and Connor had no problem with that. So here he stood, resting his back against the shadowed wall as he watched the women he’s always fantasized about, even when his memories was gone, start humming 99 bottles of beer on the wall. At this, he chuckled, and soon stopped his laugh when seeing her tense then jackhammer up on the bed. He knew she couldn’t see him, but he was still a little jumpy around her.
“Who’s there? Show yourself, Ass face.”
“Always were to the point, weren’t you Faith?” asked Connor as he stepped forward.
“Junior?” Faith had a puzzled look as she took in Angel’s son.
He was dressed all in black, had his too long hair covering his eyes and as he got closer she could see the hint of muscle through his silk shirt and the peppering of stubble along his jaw. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Rescuing you.”
“Uh…” Faith lifted her chained hands. “Not what it looks like to me, Sparky.”
“Believe me when I say this is the safest place for you to be.”
“What’s going on?” asked Faith, now uneasy as Connor plopped on the bed beside her, far enough away so that she couldn’t get a hold of him.
“Nothing. Just the end of the world.”
“What? Then we have to stop it!”
“Oh no, Faith. I’m not stopping it.” He then smiled a boyish smile that brought a sparkle to his eyes. “I’m starting it.”
TBC…
Like the premise? LET ME KNOW! :0)
Cuz yeah, much fun with that possibility. And Sam torturing Buffy is FTW of the world. Seriously.