Author: Faithtastic
E-mail: inaneway@hotmail.com
Summary: Joyce, driving out of town on business picks up a girl hitching a ride. It’s Faith. Sex ensues.
Spoilers: General third and fourth season spoilers. Mention of ‘Band Candy’ in this part.
Rating: NC-17. Sex between two consenting women.
Distribution: UCSL, JOYFFA, JustJoyce, anywhere else please ask first..
The fabulous Joyce Summers and Faith and all the other characters of the Buffyverse are the divine property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Productions, Warner Brothers and no doubt countless others I’ve neglected to mention. Being a lowly fan who gains no profit (but hopefully feedback, HINT, HINT) from my inane writings, I don’t intend to infringe upon said copyright.
Notes: I think I’m going to have to book myself in for counselling after finishing this story, there’s just something a bit wrong about writing about Joyce in this way. It’s all Dolores’ fault – she would have to challenge me to write a Joyce fic. Dedicated to Peter, who gave some constructive criticism. Cheers, m’dear.
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The older woman shook her head in dismay. Once again, she’d been taken in by Faith’s act. She glared at the girl. "I should turn around and take you straight to the police."
"You won’t." Faith leaned back in her seat, a self-satisfied smirk in residence on her face.
Joyce gave an incredulous laugh. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t."
"Well, aside from the fact that I could kill you…" Faith shifted in her seat so that she was facing Joyce. Those dark eyes were hooded now. The older woman swallowed nervously. "Because of this." Faith leaned forward and kissed Joyce hard on the mouth.
She merely sat there, frozen in her seat, as Faith continued to kiss her. In an involuntary reflex her lips parted and Faith seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue grazing Joyce’s teeth fleetingly before dipping into the parted sweetness of her lips. This was so wrong, Joyce knew it, but she was enjoying it. She hadn’t been kissed like this for a long time… Mr Giles, the former librarian and Buffy’s watcher had been the last, when they’d regressed to an adolescent state of mind. It wasn’t something she was keen to remember, or the rest of what they’d done for that matter. To say it put them in awkward situation was an understatement. Well, this would put her in an even more difficult position…
A warm palm came to cup her breast and the jolt of sensation brought her out of her thoughts. Breaking the kiss, she pushed Faith away from her. Resting her hands on the steering wheel, she shook her head.
"I can’t do this."
Faith narrowed her eyes as she stared out into the driving rain. "Because of Buffy."
Joyce looked at her sharply. "Yes, because of Buffy." She sighed. "Not just that. You’re a wanted criminal, you’re dangerous. Worrying about whether you’re going to kill me or not is hardly conducive to a good fuck." Faith raised her eyebrows in amusement at Joyce’s uncharacteristic use of colourful language. "Besides, I’m old enough to be your mother. I am someone’s mother, someone who would never forgive me if she found out about this. And I can’t believe I’m even contemplating it."
"I’m looking at you and I don’t see a mother. All is see is one foxy lady who’s as horny as I am."
The older woman was flattered; she hadn’t been referred to as ‘foxy’ for nigh on fifteen years, it wasn’t something that tended to happen to a fortysomething. Joyce let her gaze roam over the dark haired girl sitting in the passenger seat. Her skin glistened still from the rain, damp hair hung around her face, and soaked clothes clung to youthful curves. It had to be said, Faith was stunning, if completely unsubtle in her sexuality. The older woman felt her pulse quicken as she watched a knowing smile cross those full lips. Faith knew the power she held, revelled in it and Joyce herself was excited by that sheer arrogance. What Faith promised were not gentle kisses and soft touches, it was sweaty, animal, sexual release and Joyce wanted nothing more at this moment. Right now, guilt didn’t even come in to the equation, she would deal with that in the morning.
"Alright, let’s go somewhere." The words were out of Joyce’s mouth before she could stop herself. She turned the ignition, lifted the handbrake and put her foot down, her eyes never leaving Faith’s.
They fell into silence again; there was nothing that need be said. There was only the waiting and the gradual building of anticipation as they passed the signs that read ‘Motel 3km’, ‘Motel 2km’, ‘Motel 1km.’ And then they were there, taking the turnoff and pulling up to the car park. Faith waited by the car while Joyce paid for a double room, ignoring the look that the fat, excessively made-up receptionist gave her. She took the keys with a muted ‘Thank you’ and found Faith leaning against the car. The older woman walked across the forecourt to their room and Faith followed right behind her. Joyce’s hands were shaking as she grappled with the uncooperative lock until Faith intervened and got it first time.
"There’s a knack," Faith shrugged, "I’ve seen enough of these places to know."
The door swung open and Joyce peered inside. The room was basic to say the least. It had a bed and that was about it. Still, it was all they needed. Faith brushed past her and plonked herself down on the bed, testing the mattress. It squeaked painfully and the dark haired girl smiled wolfishly. It occurred to Joyce that this was rapidly becoming a bad idea, but nevertheless she entered the room and closed the door behind her. She could feel Faith’s eyes upon her as she shirked her beige raincoat, laying it on the nearest and only chair. She met the girl’s eyes hesitantly, unsure how to even go about this.
The rogue Slayer stood and took slow, sensual steps toward Joyce, her hips swaying slightly as she walked. The older woman’s mouth went dry as Faith neared. She lowered her eyes as Faith reached out and tucked a stray lock of Joyce’s blonde hair behind her ear. Then Faith kissed her, forcefully at first, almost painfully attacking her lips but the kiss slowed as it deepened. Faith slipped her tongue gently into Joyce’s mouth, cajoling the older woman’s tongue and entwining with it. Surrendering to her desire, Joyce wrapped her arms around Faith, pulling the girl tight against her body, her hands roaming exquisite curves. Two warm hands came to her breasts, testing their fullness and Joyce murmured her appreciation into the kiss. The dark-haired Slayer broke the kiss to turn her attention to Joyce’s neck as her fingers worked at the buttons of the older woman’s business suit jacket. Soon she pushed the jacket off Joyce’s shoulders, where it fell to a small heap on the floor, then she reached for the hem of Joyce’s wool sweater and pulled it off over the older woman’s head. Faith made no delay in unhooking Joyce’s lacy bra and discarded it onto the steadily building pile on the floor.
Their mouths locked again and Joyce sunk her fingers into Faith’s still damp hair. The dark haired girl was still fully clothed and the damp suede of Faith’s jacket was soft against Joyce’s bare skin. The rogue Slayer pushed Joyce’s trousers down over her hips and the older woman stepped out of them. She gasped as Faith’s hands came to her buttocks, giving them a playful squeeze as their tongues danced. Joyce was only dimly aware that they were moving backwards until she felt the coolness of the wall against her back. Again, Faith’s eager hands found her breasts, bringing sensitive nipples to their peaks with skilled fingers. Joyce arched towards the gentle torture. As she did so, Faith abandoned her ravishment of the older woman’s mouth and bent her head to take a rosy nipple between her lips, grazing the hardened nub with her teeth. The moan that escaped from Joyce’s lips was high and unlike herself. While Faith lavished attention on her breasts, Joyce tried to remove the Slayer’s jacket but the girl pulled back abruptly.
Faith shook her head with a seductive smirk, dark eyes full of promise. "Oh no, not yet, Joyce."
"Faith?" the older woman said in confusion. But all doubts were driven from her mind when Faith pulled her head down for another searing kiss. As they kissed the dark-haired girl’s fingertips travelled down Joyce’s torso to the waistband of satin underwear and slipped underneath. "Faith," Joyce murmured against the girl’s lips in encouragement, though really none was needed, as the Slayer’s fingers found their quarry and slipped between moist folds. Faith’s thumb brushed against the older woman’s clitoris and the sensitive bud prung to life. As the dark-haired girl slowly pumped her fingers, Joyce matched her thrust for thrust and soon she was gasping for breath while Faith relentlessly fondled her engorged clit. Sensing that her climax was nearing, Joyce bucked her hips, forcing the Slayer to up the pace. Suddenly, Joyce arched, her entire body tensing, and squeezing her eyes shut tight, crushing Faith close to her, she came hard. She let go of Faith and leaned back against the wall for support as her breathing returned to normal.
Without a word, Faith withdrew her moisture-coated fingers and dropped to her knees, pulling Joyce’s soaked underwear down as she went. The older woman gazed down at her through half-lidded eyes. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. She thought her legs were going to buckle under her. Faith smiled faintly up at her, taking her fingers into her mouth and licking them clean. Then she grasped Joyce by the hips and kissed her way up the older woman’s inner thigh. Joyce quivered with anticipation. Maybe Faith was going to kill her after all, through pleasure. The Slayer placed a few experimental kisses around the other woman’s nether lips, catching Joyce’s essence on her tongue before diligently lapping up every last drop that seeped from the older woman’s sex. By this time Joyce was shivering with need again, a second climax threatening to engulf her. Faith pulled back momentarily to look up at the older woman.
"Don’t stop," Joyce croaked and Faith grinned back in response, her lips glistening.
The Slayer leaned in and took Joyce’s enflamed clit between her lips, laving it her with tongue. The older woman squirmed under this latest assault but Faith held her hips firmly. Joyce was perilously close to the edge now. "Faith," she pleaded, and the dark-haired girl showed pity on her. As she flicked the nub with her tongue, she slipped two fingers back into Joyce, curling her fingertips to reach the magic spot and moments later Joyce orgasmed, her hips bucking wildly. Again, Faith eagerly drank the essence of the older woman and this time Joyce’s legs did give way from under her, her head slamming back against the wall. But she was beyond caring.
Faith stood slowly and took off her jacket, throwing it carelessly across the room. After wriggling out of her leather trousers, they soon followed the jacket along with her tank top. The black lingerie that the Slayer favoured left little to the imagination. Faith smiled sensually and wandered slowly backwards toward the bed. She beckoned Joyce with one finger. "Come to mama."
Continued in Part III